What does it feel like when you fall in love?An optimist would say that love is the most beautiful thing in the world. When you fall in love, you will achieve true happiness. And true love will give true peace of mind, regardless of all the pain that comes with love. And that was true.Everything is right.But we must not deny that the pain that accompanies it is still there and lives with it.Liam stood in the middle of a dark abyss. Below his feet was a shallow river that flowed weakly, with the water barely existing at all.Soon, this river would recede completely, and dry up. Then, there would be no trace of it."Hic-"A small voice echoed across the abyss wall. In the darkness that engulfed Liam, a faint light at the edge of the abyss entered his vision. Liam walked over.“Hic… hic… hic…”Painful sobs came from there.Liam saw a woman standing alone. She looked weak and frail, crying stifled and so pitiful. Seeing that, Liam wanted to approach her. Liam wanted to approach the di
Sniff, sniff.Nom.Liam stifled a laugh as Harriet looked pale with red eyes. The young woman was still sobbing with a few erratic breaths, but when Liam fed her, she would open her mouth and eat."Sobs," Harriet saddened again at the thought of Liam's deteriorating body, but she didn't hide her sadness anymore.Liam fed her again, stopping her sobs that were about to break out once more.Nom.And thanks to that, Harriet was able to brace herself.Harriet opened her eyes and saw Liam trying his best to hold back his laughter. Seeing how adorable Harriet was when she tried not to cry anymore, Liam almost burst out laughing, and it made her feel annoyed."You don't seem to be suffering too much, do you?" asked Harriet hoarsely.“Hmm,” Liam nodded, then cleared his throat. He raised his fork again and fed Harriet a piece of boiled potato.Nom.“Pfffttt…” Liam clutched his stomach at how annoyed his young wife was who complied to being fed, with red eyes and a tired face, but also with pu
In the Old Duke's room, a young man stood straight facing the old man sitting at his writing desk. Heath glared at the Old Duke who was staring back at him with the same seriousness. This would be the umpteenth time for them to confront each other in this manner. "I will pay you with anything, but please spare my sister from this suffering, Your Grace," said Heath. Suffering. Heath knew how his older sister was. Since childhood, the woman was the light of the lantern that lit his path. Harriet took his little hand gently through the winding road, shielding him from all pain and supporting him through every challenge. Harriet was his parent, his educator and his guide. Harriet was his idol and role model. She was a woman who was far from perfect, and everyone saw her as the most perfect woman in the world. Yet Heath knew Harriet was both. "My sister can go through all the suffering that will come, but Your Grace, I can not approve of it," said Heath. He continued, "You saw her yo
"Clean well. Don't let my wife see the stain." The horror returned, running up Heath's spine. Liam's cold voice evoked his urge to run and save himself from the predator Heath had always seen in him. However, dislike also grew when he heard Liam's words just now. "No matter how hard you try to hide your deteriorating condition from my sister, you know the truth, you won't be able to last long in this world, right?" asked Heath in a low, trembling voice, with fear and anger. Liam just smiled casually. "Of course. More than you, I know that. And Harriet too. How many times do you think I've vomited blood in front of her?" "Then why are you pushing yourself so much–?!" Heath stopped his questioning when Liam suddenly straightened himself quickly. On reflex, Heath tried to help the man who was slightly shorter than him to stand up straight. But Liam raised his hand, blocking Heath from helping him with a smile that turned the other way. "Madam, good morning," Liam said. Heath look
"What will my Madam do after this?" Liam asked after finishing his breakfast. Harriet raised her eyebrows. "Me? Since you woke up, I…” The woman saw Liam shake his head. “Don't decide how to spend your time just because I'm awake. I wanted to know what you usually do when I'm unconscious too," Liam said softly. Harriet blinked once and saw Liam's hand gripping hers on the table. She glanced at Liam's face, which looked pale, but his expression was calm. Was he okay? "Then you must be prepared. My routine is so boring,” Harriet replied warmly. Liam's smile widened as he reached for the glass of water and drank it. Meanwhile, Heath stood up and excused himself with a displeased face. Seeing it made Harriet chuckle. Heath always reacted this way when she was close to someone, male or female. In a way, Heath was even more overprotective than she was towards Heath. Harriet leaned her hand on the table and looked at Liam who was wiping his mouth with a handkerchief. "Come follow me
It was a card she wrote spontaneously because she was missing Liam– She had even forgotten about the card! "Ah, uh…" Liam saw Harriet's eyes looking all over the place in a panic. "Oh, it was sent from the capital, so it must have come before you got here, huh?" Liam asked, nodding in understanding. Harriet didn't mean to be here when Liam opened the box. But since Liam hadn't woken up at all since Harriet left for the capital, it was clear that the box had finally been opened only now. "This is embarrassing," said Harriet with a low sigh. Her face flushed red, making Liam want to laugh, but he held it in. "Come on, we've done things more..." "I-I know, but still, it's embarrassing," said Harriet as she took the card in Liam's hand and tucked it into a drawer in her room. However, Liam had no intention of leaving things like this alone. Harriet didn't dare turn to Liam yet because she still had to get her expression back to normal first. Just as she had managed to calm herse
Liam was so aroused when he saw how focused his wife's face was on finding pleasure over him, as well as feeling her silky walls trying to squeeze him dry. They all made Liam even more tempted to break off the tie on his wrist. Gah... he closed his eyes to control his mounting desire. It felt so tight, wet, and warm inside her. His senses grew thinner with each passing second, with every movement of his wife's lithe hips– Liam wanted a little more… faster… it was not enough– "Oh!" Harriet was surprised when Liam lifted his hips up, in rhythm with the movement of her hips, pressing the innermost part of her. "Milord..." Harriet realized that her moves wouldn't be enough to satisfy Liam at this point. She wasn't a monster who could pound her hips up and down like her husband, and at the same time, she didn't want to give up on seeing how far this man could hold himself. Would he rip the tie that held his hand? Would he take over the reins? Would he push her to the bed and force up
It was after noon. Harriet's arms that were holding onto the headboard were shaking, and so were her thighs and knees that were resting on the bed. “Milord, I beg you–” "Just a little more, Madam," whispered Liam who was still pounding her waist, thrusting from behind. “You have… said that… five times alread–aah–angh–” “Uhm–” Liam finished and spilled the remnants of his seed inside. "Hm-" "Oh..." it was warm. This was the last warmth Liam gave her today. Liam lifted her up, giving her a soft kiss from the side. "Done?" asked Harriet weakly. "Done," Liam kissed her cheek again, laying her on the bed. At the same time, Harriet was writhing and her legs felt limp, soft shivers running down her body. The man caught his breath and stood up, intending to get a towel. He thought that his aching body this morning would stop him from torturing his wife's body, but oh how wrong he was. And now he felt surprisingly refreshed. "Milord?" Harriet called out to him in a small voice. "Mm