But Grace had already completely ruled out one of the speculations he had heard back then—’the possibility that Shasha might actually have an intimate relationship with the servant in that pendant.’ This was because he had met with Shasha several times since that day and hadn’t detected any signs.

This meant that despite getting rid of the pendant, a situation had eventually unfolded that triggered Edgar’s excessive jealousy.

‘He might have found something similar to the pendant.’

Whether it was truly the servant’s ploy or mere coincidence, Grace couldn’t know… In any case, while Edgar said he had ‘no reason to keep him close,’ in other words, he meant ‘a reason had arisen not to keep him close.’

So Grace decided to handle his family member’s request quite neatly. Then she recalled her conversation with Shasha, whom she had encountered just before leaving the viscount’s residence.

〈Edgar is particularly childish in front of you, Shasha. And quite jealous too, it seems.〉

To that somewhat random remark, Shasha had smiled faintly and said that she liked that side of him that he showed only to her.

“I wonder if that’s fortunate…”

The small villa, not far from the mansion, was situated alongside a river of suitable size for swimming. Though always perfectly maintained, it had no resident employees, making it an ideal place for the two to spend time alone.

Visiting the villa after a long time, Shasha immersed herself in the river before Edgar could stop her.

“Shasha, the water is still cold.”

“I like how refreshing it is.”

She swam well in her thin dress, clearly enjoying the water play after a long time. Edgar approached the riverbank with a resigned look.

Though the sunlight reflecting off the water was quite dazzling, he gazed at her without minding.

After enjoying swimming a bit longer, Shasha came ashore and wrung out her wet hair and clothes. Her long hair, draped to one side, had lost its luster due to the moisture, but Edgar stared at it for quite some time nonetheless.

The man’s gaze moved slowly.

Sunlight shining on her wet skin spread with transparent brilliance.

Her cheeks seemed a bit fuller… He remembered how during the final stages of pregnancy, she could barely drink water, let alone eat food, but lately she had been eating everything without discomfort. If he could have his way, he would keep her in his arms all day and feed her all sorts of precious and delicious things, but Shasha had always been someone with a small appetite.

Still, perhaps today he could fulfill that desire a little. After all, they were on an outing alone together for the first time in a very long while. Even as he thought this, his blue eyes continued to observe her.

His gaze followed a droplet of water sliding down her slender cheek.

It fell downward the moment it beaded at her chin.

Of course, once it fell and made a mark on the ground, it quickly left his interest. Edgar followed one stream of water, and as soon as it dropped and fell, he found another droplet.

One that hadn’t yet fallen to the ground but rolled along the woman’s skin for a long time.

Those that passed her chin and traveled down her long neck to seep into her clothes… or those that might have flowed down to places he couldn’t see.

His persistent gaze followed them downward.

Finally, his eyes stopped at the prominent peaks on her rounded br*asts.

Was it due to the cold water despite the weather? The outline of the hardened protrusions was clearly visible through the clinging fabric. The thin, moisture-soaked undergarments and dress failed to conceal them properly.

Edgar unconsciously swallowed. It was because he remembered the moment when he had sucked on them sweetly, receiving and swallowing her br*ast milk.

“Ed.”

At the sound of her voice, he snapped back to his senses. She raised her eyebrows as if she knew exactly where his gaze had been.

“…Come here.”

Even so, she didn’t rebuke him for it. After wringing out the moisture from her hair once more, the woman extended her arms toward him. Edgar smiled happily at this and approached her.

Soon, he embraced the wet woman deeply and kissed her.

The couple’s vacations were typically like this.

When their eyes met, they would kiss, and as their tongues entwined, their bodies would naturally join together.

“Mmm…”

Edgar lifted her up in his arms and began walking. His destination was a mat where he had already set up a canopy.

As soon as the man gently set her down, Shasha removed her lips from his.

“…You’re not thinking of doing it here, are you?”

Despite her appalled expression, the man just smiled silently. It was a wordless affirmation. Her disapproving gaze briefly rested on his smiling lips. But shortly after, as his lips approached again, Shasha quietly closed her eyes.

As the kissing continued, the man’s fingers rose over her wet dress to touch her n*pple. He flicked the protrusion along with the damp clothing.

Shasha, now lying lengthwise on the mat, slowly opened her eyes, feeling his hand carefully supporting her head. The blue eyes looking down at her from close proximity were affectionate and tender. Of course, there was also l*st mixed in, but at the moment, the emotion that could be called adoration was more prominent.

Shasha extended her arm and gently traced the man’s eyes. The man, accepting that sensation with pleasure through half-lidded eyes, casually spoke up.

“…I heard that servant named Benjamin quit. Wasn’t he an employee you were quite fond of?”

At this, Shasha blinked momentarily. She was surprised that Edgar had properly remembered an employee’s name. Without hiding her surprise, she said:

“I heard he left for a good opportunity elsewhere. He was quite friendly, so I was a bit annoyed that he left without saying anything… but I don’t think I was particularly fond of him.”

“Ah…”

“Were you the one who was fond of him? You always get the nanny’s name wrong.”

At Shasha’s voice, the blue eyes that had briefly paused curved.

“Of course not.”

The man’s eyes, which had given a short answer, had become much more languid. Though Shasha thought the conversation they were having in the middle of kissing was somewhat random, instead of expressing her doubts about it, she chuckled and said:

“Are you feeling better lately?”

“Last time was really because of the dream…. Please try to forget about it….”

“No, that’s not what I meant… I’m saying this because you’re looking at me like I’m a box of gold bars or a diamond the size of your fist. You look at me more when you’re in a good mood. That’s why you’re like a puppy. It’s as if you’re wagging your tail to let me know you’re happy.”

Edgar laughed softly at Shasha’s comparison.

“I can’t compare you to such things…. But it’s true that I’m in a good mood. I was hoping I could continue being a puppy to you, Shasha… and it seems I still am.”

Saying this, he lowered his head and planted small kisses on Shasha’s cheeks and lips. She let out a small laugh as he gently bit her cheek without hurting her.

“Not ‘still am,’ but you’ll be that way for life.”

The lips that had parted while laughing were soon devoured by the man’s lips that had descended from her cheek.

That contact quickly became intense. Sticky sounds leaked between their sealed lips, and Shasha’s wet clothes and undergarments loosened. Edgar pushed his hand deeply through the opening gap.

Through their touching lips, words of love were repeatedly mixed. As if unable to contain that emotion, he continuously whispered his feelings to her.

Soon, the two bodies joined together in a place where the only roof was a canopy.

After their g*nitals rubbed against each other for quite some time, the woman with a flushed face wrinkled her brow and eventually grabbed the backs of both her knees with her hands. With her body half-folded, her fully spread p*ssy was completely exposed under the man’s gaze.

The blue eyes looking at him were filled with excitement and pleasure. Though her eyes were curved, she nervously licked her lips with the tip of her tongue.

Even normally, Shasha preferred to convey her intentions to him through actions or gestures rather than verbalizing requests. As if that way was less embarrassing.

But this time, it wasn’t an action born from that characteristic.

“…You must have enjoyed what we did last time.”

It must have been an action prompted by recalling Edgar’s words—that whenever she wanted clitoral s*x, she should directly expose her cl*toris to show him. Then he would feast on her nub thoroughly with his c*ck.