Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 229
Irene nervously accepted the clothes he handed her.
Lately, Michael had been remarkably mischievous. Because of that, she had begun to question even his smallest actions.
âHe does these shameless things so naturallyâŚâ
Especially when they were on horseback.
Facing each other, accepting him had been incredibly difficult.
If only they had done it on a bedâor at the very least, on the grass.
But he refused to let her down from the horse and had continued regardless.
She had worried she might fall off. No matter how deserted the road was, someone could have passed by.
That tension had only made it harder for her to take him back in when he withdrew and pressed forward again.
After failing to push in several times, he had let out a bitter chuckle, pulling her rigid body into an embrace and murmuring,
âIâve made an effort every day, yet you still find it difficult. It seems weâll either have to do this more oftenâor for longer.â
His tone was so calm that anyone overhearing would think he was simply talking about sword training.
But his hands moved very differently from his words.
As she struggled, overwhelmed, his palm pressed against her thigh, forcing them apart even wider.
Then, with his other hand, he positioned himself at her narrow entrance.
Without hesitation, he had thrust in deeply in one motion.
And it wasnât just then.
Even this morning, before they left the inn, he had teased her.
At first, she had thought he was simply drying her hair.
But before she knew it, his hand had slowly wandered down to her shoulder.
And thenâhe hadnât stopped there.
His hand had slid down even further, gently cupping her b****t.
Shocked, she had turned to him with wide eyes.
âArenât you supposed to be drying my hair? Then why are youâŚ?â
âI saw water dripping, so I wiped it.â
His face remained completely calm, as if he truly meant it.
To further prove his point, he even mimicked a wiping motion.
But Irene wasnât naĂŻve enough to miss the wicked intent in his fingers.
She had already been caught off guard too many times like this.
And now, as she stood inside the changing room, she couldnât help but be suspicious of his intentions again.
Had he somehow sensed her thoughts?
Because from outside the curtain, he spoke again.
âItâs nothing strange.â
ââŚâŚâ
Even so, Irene didnât let go of her doubts so easily.
As if amused by her hesitation, she heard Michael chuckle softly from outside.
âDonât worry. I have no intention of letting anyone else see how beautiful you are.â
Hearing that, Irene pouted.
âAnd yet, he had no problem acting like that on an empty mountain road.â
As she muttered complaints under her breath and inspected the outfit, she heard him murmur outside.
âTo be honest⌠I was even irritated that the sky was watching you that day.â
At that, Irene snapped at him through the curtain.
âThen you should have done it in a dungeon!â
She had expected that to shut him up.
But insteadâ
âWould you really be fine with that?â
His eager voice sounded as if he had been waiting for this suggestion all along.
As if she said yes, heâd willingly spend the rest of his life in a dungeon, doing nothing but that.
Dumbfounded, Irene pressed her palm against his face, pushing him away through the curtain.
Then, to make her stance clear, she firmly shut the curtain.
From outside, Michaelâs laughter rang out.
His words were always so lewd, yet his laughter was clear and carefreeâexactly like a young man his age.
âStop laughing!â
âButâŚâ
âIf you keep laughing, I wonât wear the clothes you picked!â
It was a ridiculous and petty threat.
But the moment Irene said it, his laughter abruptly stopped.
That only made her chuckle.
It was obviousâhe really wanted to see her in the clothes he had chosen.
As she changed, Irene found herself thinking.
In her past life, Michael had seemed almost devoid of emotion.
It was as if he had been created solely to fight monstersânothing more.
Born into faith, living only by the templeâs teachings.
âWhat if Michael had never become a holy knight?â
The thought suddenly crossed her mind.
What kind of person would he have been if he hadnât grown up in the temple?
