Predatory Marriage

Chapter 244 - Count Weddleton\'s Mansion (2)

Predatory Marriage — Chapter 244. Count Weddleton’s Mansion (2)

Translator: Atlas / Editor: Regan

Leah looked up at Ishakan, her breathing ragged. This man looked so beautiful in the dark, and he was even more lovely by moonlight. It took an effort to steady herself and slow her breathing when his golden eyes were looking at her, suffused with pleasure.

“Why are you moving your lips so much?” He whispered softly, licking her lips. “It provokes me to kiss you.”

It felt unfair that he should blame her when she wasn’t doing it on purpose, and his hands slid down to squeeze her butt0cks.

“Y-your hands…” She protested, blushing, and he let go of her backside and hugged her again. Tears welled just from being in his arms, and Leah pressed her lips together. She couldn’t stop the tears from filling her eyes and finally spilling down her cheeks.

“…Leah?”

She buried her face in his chest. She didn’t want him to see her crying, but Ishakan grabbed her chin and lifted it, forcing her to show him her tear-stained face.

“Do you hate kissing me that much?” He asked.

“No!” She said tearfully. His lips moved around her eyes, brushing her wet lashes, and even this made warmed her inside. She closed her eyes, sobbing.

Ishakan ignoring her felt worse than she had ever imagined. The sight of his back turned to her had made her so uncomfortable, even though nothing at all had happened. Maybe there was a voice inside her that was terrified that this man would never look back, once he turned away from her. And one simple kiss had meant so much, she had sobbed with relief.

It might have seemed silly, but not to her. Suddenly she understood something so deeply, it was as if it had been carved on her heart.

I can’t live without this man.

She rubbed her face against his chest to hide her tears. Her emotions had been all over the place lately, it seemed like everything made her cry. And as she was trying to pull herself together, something twisted in her abdomen.

It was a strange sensation in her belly, a fluttering like something was moving inside her. Her hand went automatically to the place, and she could feel it under her fingers. Something…moving.

“……!”

Leah paled. When she had felt something like this before, she thought it was because of Cerdina’s tea. But she wasn’t drinking that anymore, so it shouldn’t be happening, but…she felt it move again.

Even as she froze in shock, Ishakan quickly covered her hand with his.

“What?” He asked urgently, searching for whatever was troubling her. “Does it hurt?”

“No…” She said, as his big hand rested against her belly. “Something is…moving in my stomach. I thought it was because of that tea…”

Ishakan was calm as he listened, and even opened his mouth as if he wanted to speak, but then shut it again.

“I think we should call a doctor,” she said seriously. Just like that, her eyes were dry and her voice steady. “I don’t understand why this is happening…”

“You don’t need a doctor. You’re not sick.”

“Is it a spell?”

“No, it’s not that.”

Ishakan signed, and for the first time, seemed to hesitate.

“Try not to be too shocked,” he began, his hand still resting on her belly. “Leah, you’re pregnant.”

Leah blinked. She blinked several times.

“…What?” She finally managed, shocked.

It didn’t make sense. It was unbelievable.

“How…?” She asked, bewildered.

“And after we both tried so hard,” Ishakan said.

She stared at him in disbelief. She expected him to tell her it was a joke, but while he sounded wry, there was no sign he was anything but serious.

“So…the baby is…ours. Yours and mine,” she said faintly.

“Who else would you do it with?” Ishakan demanded, a little angrily.

“……”

Leah couldn’t answer that question. Her arms crossed defensively.

“I understand I’ve forgotten things. I’ve forgotten all about it, but now you’re telling me I’m pregnant when I…I can’t conceive?”

Ishakan’s head bent forward, so close their noses brushed, and Leah found she was holding her breath.

“Do you want me to teach you?” His voice was deep and fierce. “How we made our baby?”