The Wicked Wife's Dark History Keeps Coming Back To Haunt Her - Chapter 294
âAs you can see, simply holding back beside you is already difficult. So please restrain yourself.â
Ash warned in a rough voice, as if telling her not to provoke him any further.
But Nina couldnât find any reason she should do that.
Even if there were a reason, she didnât want to search for it.
âWhy hold back?â
âThat isâŚâ
âDonât hold back.â
Nina placed her hand on his chest and looked up at him quietly.
What should she do with this foolish man who kept nurturing his guilt by revisiting the moment he had hurt her?
Nina pushed the sheet away with her heel and lifted her head.
ââŚâŚâ
Her lips stopped just short of touching his.
They remained still, their breaths so close that they brushed the fine hairs on each otherâs skin. The trembling in his gray eyes slowly calmed.
As if he had made up his mind.
âŚSmooch.
Their soft lips met lightly.
Soon their lips pressed together, and damp breaths slipped between them.
Firm fingertips slowly traced up her back.
Every place his fingers passed over raised a shiver along her skin.
It felt as though every single cell in her body stood on edge.
âHn, mm.â
His tongue tangled with hers like a snake, slowly brushing along the roof of her mouth.
âMmmâŚâ
It was nothing like their clumsy first kiss.
An unfamiliar sensation awakened inside her flushed mouth, making her toes curl.
âHaaâŚâ
Nina slowly breathed out.
With hazy eyes she quietly looked at him.
On his face was a clear, intense longing she had never seen before.
âI will only go as far as you allow.â
What would he do if she allowed everything?
At that rate, she felt as though she might be the one to panic and run away.
Nina let out a small laugh and slowly lowered her eyelids.
Their lips met again, and his firm leg slipped between her thighs.
* * *
Count Azelotâs residence, the studyâ
Bang!
Count Azelot slammed his fist onto the desk.
âTo think there were rats in my own houseâŚ!â
Only a few days ago he had been gleefully plotting a dirty scheme with his legal advisor in court to torment his nephew and his wife.
The flesh on Count Azelotâs cheeks trembled.
Something was wrong.
A few days earlier he had received a report from Klon, the knight who had returned first after being tasked with dealing with the repairman.
He reported that the two men who had gone to the Bayern Duchy to handle the repairman and return hadnât yet come back.
It seemed they had run away because they feared their internal corruption would be exposed.
Since there were occasionally people who stole money or treasures and fled, he immediately reviewed the knight orderâs accounting ledger.
Sure enough.
There were traces that those bastards had secretly siphoned money away.
Frequent repairs and replacements of equipment, expensive medicines received under the excuse of injuries.
And on top of that, records showing they had attended the funerals of their grandparents three times.
âThereâs no way a person could be resurrected, so this must be a lie to collect condolence money.â
Condolence support was a basic welfare benefit provided by noble families to their knights.
Furious, he slammed his fist down on the desk again and again.
Bang, bang!
Miles and John.
The reason those two hadnât returned yet must be because they had embezzled even more money.
âYou damned bastards, how dare youâŚ!â
Since the knight order was the main force protecting the territory, most nobles spared no expense on it.
Count Azelot was the same.
If nothing else, he had never spared money on the knight order that protected his own safety.
Because their skills were decent, he had even promoted former mercenaries to quasi-knights, yet they repaid him with theft.
âHey, summon the captain of the knight orderâŚ!â
He was about to call the captain of the knights, intending to put a bounty on the two men.
âYour Lordship, Miles and John have come to see you immediately.â
âWhatâŚ?â
The two deserters had come back on their own?
Tilting his head suspiciously, he gestured to the servant and allowed the two men to enter.
However.
After hearing their report about everything that had happened, Count Azelot asked again in a suppressed voice.
ââŚYou were captured by House Bayern all this time?â
âYes, Your Lordship.â
The veins on his forehead bulged like writhing worms, and his lips twitched.
He had already thought something was strange when the domestic investigator reported that there had been no problems at that house.
If these men had been imprisoned all this time, then it made sense.
They must have already known about the trick he had played and prepared for it.
âWait. Then what was that fellow talking about? He said you had finished the job and were returningâŚ?â
âWe have something to say about that as well.â
Miles spoke, his eyes boiling with hatred like a swarm of rats.
