Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 219

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Brewa was a city along a river that flowed into the sea.

Even in the middle of the night, the river docks bustled with ships docking one after another, unloading goods from faraway places.

Naturally, the shops catering to these visitors stayed brightly lit, calling out to passing customers.

“Hey there, folks! Order one drink now, and you’ll get another one free! Enjoy a happy hour!”

“How about our Brewa specialty—spiced steamed carp? And we’ll throw in a drink on the house!”

Normally, Irene would have been captivated by the lively scenery, wide-eyed and marveling at everything.

But now, she was half-unconscious, slumped over the horse.

“Irene, are you all right?”

Michael’s voice called from behind her, filled with concern.

Hearing that, Irene couldn’t believe it.

Whose fault does he think this is?!

“How can you say that after… Ugh!”

Attempting to sit up, she was struck by a sharp pain shooting through her back and collapsed again.

It wasn’t just her back that ached. After riding all day and enduring who-knows-how-long of him inside her, even her thighs and deeper muscles throbbed with soreness.

Groaning, Irene couldn’t hold back her discomfort.

“I’m sorry. That was out of line.”

Had his voice carried even a hint of amusement, she might have gotten truly angry.

But when she turned to look, he seemed genuinely remorseful, looking as though he didn’t know what to do.

“…Forget it.”

Seeing his slumped shoulders, Irene lost the will to argue further.

They soon entered the street lined with inns, and shortly after, the horse came to a stop.

Michael quickly dismounted and reached up to help her down.

She expected to be placed on the ground, but Michael held her in his arms and walked straight into the inn.

“Michael!”

Startled, Irene raised her voice.

As he carried her inside, the inn’s staff in the lobby widened their eyes at the sight of the two.

Flustered, Irene patted his chest, urging him to put her down. But Michael ignored her and gently placed her on the coziest sofa in the lobby.

“I’ll be right back,” he said before heading to the front desk.

Irene considered following him but quickly realized her body was too weak to even move a finger. She slumped back into the sofa.

“Haa…”

A deep sigh escaped her lips as she lay down.

Part of it was due to the pain, but there was another reason as well.

“It’s so hot…”

She fanned herself with her hand, but the heat in her flushed face wouldn’t subside.

Though they had spent the day traveling through shaded forest paths, her body still felt warm and restless.

Irene touched her lower abdomen.

The entire journey, she had been acutely aware of him inside her.

Every time the horse jolted on the rough road, his presence deep within her became even more pronounced, sending sharp pangs of humiliation through her.

The sheer absurdity of their situation—being so intimately connected on horseback in broad daylight—filled her with unbearable shame.

What made it worse was the undeniable fact that the shame had brought her even greater pleasure than usual.

She had clung to him, crying countless times.

Though she had begged him to stop, Michael hadn’t relented.

“I felt the need to clear up the misunderstanding.”

He had said, relentlessly thrusting his hips.

As he had predicted, the saddle had become utterly unusable.

Just before entering the city, she saw him discard the saddle, tossing it far into a canyon as though to ensure no inn staff could ever find it.

While Irene lay weakly on the sofa, a staff member approached with a tray holding cool-looking beverages.

“You must have had quite a rough journey. Here’s some fresh fruit juice. I’ll leave another for your husband.”

“H-Husband?”

Irene sat up in surprise, and the staff’s eyes widened.

“Oh, did I say something wrong…?”

The staff glanced between Irene and the distant Michael, looking perplexed as if they had misspoken.

“No, no, thank you,” Irene replied with an awkward smile.

The staff nodded slightly before adding,

“Your husband seems very considerate. He asked us to prepare the bathroom immediately, saying his wife must be exhausted from the journey. He even requested fresh fruit for you. Let us know your preferences, and we’ll have it sent up.”

The staff continued speaking, but Irene barely heard them.

The word ‘husband’ reverberated in her ears.

After they left, Irene pressed her palm to her flushed cheek.