Chapter 57. The Man’s Way of Forgiveness

After finishing dinner, I returned to the bedroom and sat at the table with Aster, drinking tea. It was a routine we had since getting married.

A soothing aroma filled the room, perfect for sleep. The atmosphere was even more pleasant after our successful dinner.

“I never thought the Duke would personally invite us. I was worried about how to lead the conversation.”

“The Duke probably mentioned it because he knew the villa was repaired. He’s quick with such calculations.”

Aster responded, pouring tea into my empty cup. I glanced at him and brought up a topic I had been curious about.

“By the way, about Joseph. He seemed to be staring at Paris…”

“Ah.”

“Do you know something? Honestly, saying he was staring at Paris because he’s the most handsome doesn’t make sense.”

If that were the case, he should be staring at Aster.

Objectively, Aster was the best among them.

Blinking as I hid my thoughts, Aster hesitated. Sensing he knew something, I subtly urged him.

“We promised to be honest with each other.”

Holding his hand and pressing him, Aster reluctantly answered.

“I was going to tell you anyway.”

Aster started but hesitated to continue. After a moment, he spoke again.

“Originally, Isabelle and Joseph were supposed to have a child. Isabelle was pregnant before she left Kamatie.”

“What?”

I was wondering why the topic of their child suddenly came up. At the mention of pregnancy, I calculated the date Isabelle left Kamatie and was shocked.

“Could Paris be Joseph’s son?”

Aster answered with a slight nod.

Paris wasn’t Duke Blanche’s child? That would shake the very legitimacy of Isabelle’s rise to her position.

Isabelle could set up a second household in the Blanche estate because she had a son. The former Duchess couldn’t mistreat Isabelle because, unlike her, Isabelle had produced an heir.

But if the child wasn’t of Blanche blood, this was a scandal that could cause an uproar immediately.

I looked at Aster with a slightly incredulous face. It was a bit shocking that such a significant secret was kept from me.

“Why are you telling me this important thing now?”

“Joseph didn’t want it revealed, so I needed time to persuade him. Besides, we judged that it wouldn’t change our current plans, regardless of whose son Paris is.”

“Why wouldn’t it change our plans? We could use it to depose Isabelle.”

“That would only benefit the Duke. Our goal is Blanche itself. Isabelle’s position can be replaced by anyone.”

Aster’s words made sense. Deposing Isabelle wouldn’t necessarily bring down Duke Blanche. Instead, it would give the Duke an easy excuse to cut her off.

But knowing this didn’t make it any less disappointing. Perhaps his earlier confession had changed something in my heart.

Though I understood with my head, my heart couldn’t accept it, and I blurted out a twisted response.

“Anyway, you did hide it from me.”

“Camilla.”

“Do you not trust me? Or are you planning something without me?”

At my rising voice, Aster stood up, held my shoulders, and lowered his body to meet my eyes.

“That’s not it.”

“We prepared this together, but I’m the only one left in the dark. It’s too much.”

Already feeling complicated during dinner, I reacted sharply to being kept out of the loop.

Aster seemed flustered by my uncharacteristically intense reaction. I, too, found it hard to understand my emotions.

Even though Aster was my partner, he didn’t have to share everything with me. I knew it was ridiculous to get angry after proposing a contract marriage.

I understood he didn’t deliberately hide information, and I could see why Joseph hesitated.

But I believed Aster would share everything with me, so my disappointment was significant. My voice kept rising, even though it wasn’t something to get angry about.

I was unfamiliar with my own behavior. Why was I so sensitive about his matters?

Aster suddenly hugged me tightly. He stroked my hair and firmly held the back of my neck.

“I’m sorry. I was thoughtless. I didn’t want to worry you over nothing.”

“That’s for me to decide.”

“Yes.”

Aster answered briefly, gently stroking my head. Somehow, his voice sounded dejected.

Why did he look so pitiful when he was the one who hid it!

My anger quickly dissipated after seeing him apologize without making excuses and I peeked out from his embrace. Meeting my eyes, Aster gave an awkward smile. My voice softened without realizing it, feeling sorry for him.

“Don’t smile. I’m still mad.”

“Could you please forgive me?”

“Well, that depends on how you handle it.”

At my sulky response, Aster blinked and then gave a peculiar smile. He pulled me close by the waist and held my chin.

“Does that mean I should handle it my way?”

“Wait, I didn’t mean…”

Realizing too late that Aster’s eyes were burning, I tried to pull back. But his lips suddenly met mine.

His hot tongue invaded between my lips, licking my teeth and sucking until my tongue felt numb.

My body heated up, feeling his hot manhood through my thin nightgown. As his fingers pulled down the hem of my chemise, one white shoulder was exposed.

He gently caressed my rounded shoulder, then suddenly slipped his hands under my armpits and set me on the table.

The sound of the tea set being pushed back rang cheerfully. He pushed it completely aside and continued to kiss my lips.

“Will you still not forgive me?”

“No… huh.”

“I guess my sincerity isn’t enough yet.”

Ignoring my words, Aster kissed me and lifted my skirt, stroking my thigh. Was forgiveness such a lewd act?

He only begged for forgiveness in words, but in reality, he was busy teasing me. His large hand squeezed between my thighs, making me gasp.

“Ah…! I forgive you! Huh….”

I was about to tell him to stop. He lowered himself between my legs and calmly muttered.

“No, you’re still very angry. I’ll beg for forgiveness more.”

Every place his red lips touched tickled and burned.

This… this… wicked man!

I glared at Aster, who ignored my words and indulged his desires. The way he quickly changed his attitude upon sensing my pity was annoying.

I felt a shiver every place his lips passed and tilted my head back.

“Hhh.”

“Why is your waist twitching?”

“Because… you!”

“Seems like you’re uncomfortable.”

He interpreted it his way and lifted me onto the bed. He was a man who took his marital duties seriously.

Every night since our marriage, he had kept me awake, biting and sucking me. Before I knew it, I was lying on the bed without a stitch of clothing.

“Camilla really likes the bed.”

He gently stroked my bare chest and whispered sweetly and seductively. His deep eyes gleamed like a beast licking its prey.

“That’s a misleading statement.”

“Then tell me your favorite place.”

Aster asked softly, like a devil luring a human into corruption. I swallowed and looked at Aster.

My anger had already subsided, replaced by the anticipation of pleasure.

“Wherever it is, leave it to me.”

“…….”

“I’ll do anything.”

He roughly stripped off his clothes, revealing his muscular body. And beneath, an undeniable presence asserted itself. My gaze involuntarily lingered, and Aster smiled wickedly.

“You still haven’t forgiven me. How much more should I beg?”

With those words, Aster covered me. He placed his shaft between my br*asts and moved. His veined shaft moved up and down before my eyes.

“Now you’re taking me with your chest.”

“Huh!”

When he kissed my chin, the dew at the tip of his gl*ns brushed against my chin, creating a long silver thread. He smelled fragrant.

Instinctively, I opened my mouth and kissed the approaching gl*ns. In response, Aster brought his c*ck to my mouth and smiled sweetly.

“Want to eat it?”

“…….”

“I won’t come until you forgive me.”

He pried my mouth open with one hand and placed his p*nis in my mouth.

“Bite as much as you want.”

“Mm!”

My mouth opened wide around the invading p*nis, avoiding my throat. Each time my lips tightened, the c*ck grew larger and ripened deliciously.

As I started licking the hard size, Aster reached out and stimulated my cl*toris.

“Mm.”

The strong stimulation made my lips open and close. While sucking the shaft, he also inserted his fingers into my v*gina, stimulating me.

His half-reclined posture was lazy and erotic.

“Puh!”

As I spat out his shaft, he immediately lowered himself. Entering me deeply, my body heated up.

Thump! Thump!

His strong thrusts made my body jolt.

“Ah, Aster!”

“Camilla.”

Aster called me gently while continuing his thrusts. Kissing his lips passionately, I forgot our earlier argument, lost in the comfort he provided.

* * *

Meanwhile, Helen, realizing Sezad couldn’t father a child, collapsed in shock. She had never considered such a turn of events.

Sezad didn’t help her up, looking down coldly.

“Then whose child is in your belly? Hmm?”

Her fingertips trembled. If the child wasn’t Sezad’s, who was the father?

The reason she didn’t initially confirm who the child’s father was, was because she intended to claim it was his child no matter whose it was.

The only men Helen met whenever Sezad was on a business trip were wandering knights and the notorious rake Yosef. Even then, she didn’t meet them often, so she was sure the child was Sezad’s. Helen was devastated.

‘What should I do?’

Sezad seemed very angry. She never imagined he could be impotent. The passionate nights they spent together made it even harder to believe.

“Don’t lie. If you’re saying this just to avoid responsibility for the child… Ahh!”

Bang!

Unable to listen any longer, Sezad slammed the table, making Helen scream in fright.