Heinrich walked in the garden with his mind deep in his memories. His identity as Henry and his identity as Heinrich merged into one, but he still felt that his identity as Henry was his true identity. He had lived longer as Henry than Heinrich, and he regretted everything he did as Heinrich.
Stupid!
What an idiot, he didn't know how to curse himself.
Not only did he involve himself with Liam Almandine again in this life, but he also did something very dishonorable. Taking the Alpha Lycan's daughter hostage to use Lycan troops as disposable soldiers? For the sake of what? Starting a war? Gaining power and honor?
Foolish.
He was glad to get his memories back before he acted like a stupid edgy teenager again. Luckily he wa
Cindy is alive! For God's sake, she's alive! Did she reincarnate too? But she didn't seem to remember her previous life... Or maybe she was not Cindy? Was she Cindy's descendant? But Cindy didn't have children before she died… right? Or… was she still a relative of the Delaroche descendants? The more he thought of it, the more it made sense. Heinrich, who fled from that place because his heart was pounding with happiness also felt new hope. Cindy–! From the way she talked, the way she looked at him, the way she walked, and even all the plans that woman had made for his brother!
Julian slowly opened his eyes. The spilled sunlight drowned the room with a luxurious golden shimmer. The first thing Julian noticed was the soft sound of a pen scratching on paper, and his body aching all over. When he turned to his left, he was surprised to see his brother, Heinrich, sitting on the side of the bed on a chair. The young man was writing something in a notebook, looking very serious, and for some reason, made Julian think of their father. It was then that Heinrich's eyes rose and met his. "You're awake, Brother," he said in a warm, deep voice… for some reason. He looked like he was in such a relief that Julian woke up. Why? His brother's hand reached to his f
"YOUR GRAAAAAAAACE!" With tears in his eyes, the Chief Lycan Physician of the Almandine Castle, Boris, ran towards the Old Duke's room with a wooden box in his hand. "YOUR GRAAAAACE!" the old man burst through the door of the Old Duke's study with great enthusiasm. As soon as he saw the people in the room, he shouted at them too. "YOUNG LOOOORD! MADAM! YOUR GRAAACE!" Heath, Miriam, Harriet and Liam were in that room with the Old Duke as well. They were discussing Heinrich's change in attitude and everything they had known up to now. But suddenly, the old physician Boris appeared. "What is it? Is there a problem?" The Old Duke stood up, and his wary demeanour made the physician burst into sobs, happily.
Heinrich could not bring back a life that had been lost. He could only regret everything secretly because right now, he couldn't express his apologies to Almandine, Goldlane, and Amaryllis. It was because he would be considered shameless and a hypocrite. So he had to come up with another, more reasonable way to pay for everything. "Julian," Heinrich lowered the teacup from his lips. Julian, who was sipping his porridge slowly with his whole body wrapped in bandages, lifted his head. "Let's go home the day after tomorrow," said Heinrich. Julian's eyes widened at that. The afternoon sun shone on the side of his face from the bedroom window. He lowered his face.
Ezekiel daydreamed. His mind was busy thinking about what he overheard between Harriet and Miriam earlier that day. So... Harriet was pregnant? Was that true? Seeing the unusual Ezekiel, Cecilia gave him a confused look. Normally Ezekiel's world would become Cecilia once they met. Usually, no matter how busy and difficult Ezekiel's problem was, he would forget about it as soon as Cecilia appeared. It was almost like he would be throwing everything away and leaving only Cecilia. "Is there a problem, Zeke?" asked Cecilia. Ezekiel turned to Cecilia with a raised eyebrow, then just smiled blandly. "No. Nothing," replied the young man. Cecilia furrowed her brows, confused at the way Ezekiel had responded.
In Harriet's arms, Liam's manhood stood tall. Oh, she had a pretty decent relationship with this 'thing', which had already messed up her insides and even got into her mouth. However, touching it with her hands intensely and feeling every bulging vein throbbing against her palm skin was something she had never experienced before. Every time Harriet stroked it, she could hear Liam gasping softly. Harriet thus wanted to experiment. With two hands, she touched the erect manhood. Ah, even with her two hands, she couldn't cover the entire surface of that thick and long pen– "Madam-" Harriet looked up to see Liam covering his mouth with one hand. The man's ears were red, and a blush ran down his normally pale cheeks. His eyes looked cloudy and unfocused, and Harriet felt w
Harriet panted on the bed, sweat dripping all over her skin, making her skin glow white in the moonlight. Harriet's eyes felt heavy, and she was about to enter the dream space when she realized Liam, who had just climaxed for the second time, was still standing straight down there. He kissed Harriet's forehead, then her eyebrows, her cheeks, her nose, her lips and her chin. The man's left hand gently stroked his own manhood, then slowly grew faster and wilder. He didn't say anything, just kissed every inch of Harriet's limp body, stopped on her still flat stomach, and descended down, lifting her legs up, down her thighs, down her knees, down the backs of her foot– He didn't miss a beat, still continuously giving pleasure to his own manhood while enjoying the beauty of his wife's body.
Ah. Maybe Liam could tie a woman's hair so well because Liam had done this for his late wife too, and he did it every night. Harriet felt ashamed and disappointed in herself at the thought of all that. How could she feel uncomfortable and jealous of a woman who had long passed away? How could she have such feelings for the woman Liam loved? Liam chuckled at Harriet's question. Since the man wasn't facing Harriet, he didn't notice the change in his wife's expression. "That's because I watch my father do it every day," Liam replied as he hugged Harriet tightly from behind. "What do you think? Am I talented enough?" Liam asked. Harriet laughed as she grabbed a hand mirror from the drawer and got a better look at Liam's handiwork. Her eyes sparkled with admiration. "Mm, Milord, you really can do everything, huh?" Harriet put on her best smile, burying her jealousy and envy deep. She cursed herself for being ridiculous and unreasonable with her feelings. Liam put her to bed. In L