When Liam opened his eyes, he realized it was late at night. The ceiling panels in the room at the top of the tower were wide open, and the half-moon was visible on the horizon. He blinked in surprise.
How could he wake up without a full moon?
Before his question could be answered, the pain hit him and made him feel weak and paralyzed. It wasn't the first time he had felt pain all over his body like this, but this time, it was so throbbing and all his joints felt stiff.
The next instinct he had was to summon someone, but the figure of a woman entered his sense of sight.
It was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. The first thing that popped into his head was, 'Woah, how can all the beauty of the world be compressed into a single being?'
Daniel looked at Liam with a dumbfounded expression. What just happened? He found Liam's question confusing. “You don't remember about Madam at all, Milord? You don't remember what happened before you fell unconscious?" asked Daniel who also looked very worried for his master. Liam fell silent and shook his head. “For goodness sake…” Daniel's chest tightened, making him take a deep breath. Liam's eyes were filled with extreme fear. He was afraid of his inability to remember anything. He was afraid of losing that precious feeling. He was afraid of losing his memory of that woman– “No… oh, no, I can't even remember her name. What's my wife's name, Daniel? Tell me, please," Liam begged softly, trying to lower his voice, hid
Liam tried to move his body. He tightened and loosened his grip on his hand, opening and closing his fingers over and over again. Since morning he had been trying to find his father's walking cane, but he couldn't find it anywhere. His body ached a lot, especially when he tried to move, so he tried to find a cane to lean on. Could it be one of the things he had forgotten? "I found this, Young Lord," Daniel said and handed him a cane. But what he brought him was actually just part of a cane. With one look, Liam knew it was his father's walking cane. But the handle was missing. The tip was also sharp as if it had been cut by a sharp object. Even the engraving of his father's name was cut in half.
"Milord can dip in first. I'll join you in a minute," said Harriet, whose face flushed red, running away from there. Liam, who was already naked, saw Harriet run out of the bathroom. Join him? Liam swallowed. Was this the game they used to play before Liam lost his memory? As anticipation filled his head, pushing all the complicated questions away and replaced with lust slowly starting to sink into his head, Liam felt his own face turn red. Right now he was confused because he had no vivid memory, and he still felt his marriage to Harriet was just a dream too good to be true. But now he was standing in his bathroom, naked, waiting for his wife to
"Mmm!" The beautiful voice of the woman who moaned at his treatment echoed in the bathroom. And Harriet's feet had landed on his already tense manhood. SPLASH! Harriet fell into Liam's arms in the tub. Harriet's legs had wrapped around his waist below the murky medicinal water, and Harriet could feel Liam throbbing beneath her, rubbing against her own crotch. But right now, the two of them were exchanging hot and aggressive kisses. Liam didn't say much. With Harriet in his arms, he continued the kisses at a long and short rhythm. His hands ran all over Harriet and lightly massaged her under the murky medicinal bath, giving her his full attention. Harriet herself focused on Liam's kiss and all the incredible sensations he gave to her waist, back, buttocks and chest. Doing this in the shower, in a tub filled with warm, fragrant, herb water gave a distinct sensation that felt like a romantic honeymoon. Liam's sturdy and slender body wrapped around her, and the wet sensation that env
"Then, will you take me with you?" Liam asked. "Eh?" as soon as Harriet heard it, she was immediately taken aback. "To the capital?" Liam nodded. "But… your body…" "Even if I have to be in a wheelchair, I'll still follow you to the capital," Liam said seriously, cutting off Harriet's words. Harriet furrowed her brows, something she had rarely done in response to Liam's words. This time, what Liam said really took her by surprise. "Okay. Then I'll actually get you a wheelchair, okay?" Harriet got worried. Liam felt a complicated feeling in his chest. But in order for Harriet to let him come, maybe he just had to compromise and be willing to sit in a wheelchair. So he nodded. His wife was still looking at him worriedly. But like it or not, seeing the seriousness in Liam's eyes, she gave up. After all, it was also good for Liam to go on a trip to change the atmosphere. Harriet stroked Liam's cheek and hugged him until he fell into dreamland. She wondered why Liam suddenly insisted
Arai's subordinate, Sir Phillip, walked away after bowing solemnly. The tall, black-haired, and dark-skinned man immediately carried out the order. After finishing preparing, Arai went to her favorite boutique to wait for Harriet. The sun was already high on the horizon as she was warmly greeted by the designers and waiters, and she was immediately seated in a special waiting room. She didn't have to wait long, and Harriet arrived in a horse-drawn carriage, along with a few guards. But when she saw Harriet appear, Arai was silent for a moment. A friend she hadn't seen in a long time looked even more charming. "Harri!" Arai jumped into Harriet's arms as she entered the boutique. She was taller than Harriet, so Harriet could bury her face into Arai's plump breasts.
While thinking that, he tried to reach for the glass of water on the side table. Since he was quite far away, he had to turn the wheel of his chair a little, but his hands felt weak. As his hands trembled, and his head felt dizzy, he accidentally nudged the glass with one hand outstretched forward. PRANG! Sir Russell rushed into the room and saw Liam's leg injured by broken glass. The man in the wheelchair looked up and smiled blandly at Sir Russell. "Don't worry, I'm fine," he said, pulling the shards of glass from the skin of his calves that was covered with his trousers and throwing them away. Sir Russel pulled out Liam's wheelchair away then called for the maid to
At the sound of continuous coughing, Arai stopped, while Harriet quickened her pace. Arai saw from the edge of the screen behind the double doors, a man sitting in a wheelchair. The man was so pale with long blond hair that framed his face, coughing so much that his body bowed down. On the floor, broken glass shards were spreading widely, and the maids were busy cleaning them up. However, what made Arai horrified was the way Harriet didn't care about anything around her and immediately knelt on the side of the man's wheelchair, She swiftly tried to help him wipe the blood that was spewing out of the man's mouth. Arai saw Harriet's tense expression. "Milord, are you all right? Are you hurt?" Harriet's voice sounded frantic, suppressed by her default calm attitude. The frail man turned to see Harriet kneeling on the floor. His eyes were shocked at Harriet's sudden appearance, and his worry was clear. "Stand up, Madam, the floor is