Luciel, standing by the door, turned sideways. He smiled as he pointed across the hallway.

“I’m getting out of the way. Aren’t you going?”

“I’m going now. You want me out of this house. Daymond would never do that.”

She was about to run straight to the west wing where Daymond was, but she remembered her condition and walked out slowly. Even on the way, she was preoccupied with unbelievable thoughts.

That’s not possible. Luciel lied to me.

While she was lost in many complicated thoughts, she quickly arrived at Daymond’s office. She quietly knocked on the door.

She guled. When she opened the door, he, who was sitting in the chair, saw her and smiled softly at her.

“I thought you were sleeping, but you’re awake already?”

He pressed his lips to her forehead with a warm voice. She opened her mouth swallowing the words that couldn’t leave her closed lips.

“Day… mond, well… What are you going to do if we have a child?”

“…….”

As soon as she spoke the words, Daymond’s complexion hardened. She saw clearly that he was terrified.

Daymond roughly ran a hand through his hair as he walked to the window and put his hands behind his back. Seeing his silence, she was afraid to ask again, but she had to say it anyway.

“A child who resembles us…”

“Are we not done talking about that?”

She shut her mouth in surprise at the cold voice.

“I don’t need children. Don’t say that again.”

“But, if we did have a child…”

She stuttered, swallowing her cries hard. Bang! A harsh roar erupted. There was a dent in the place where he hit the desk roughly as if he couldn’t hold back his anger.

She looked at him in disbelief. It was the first time she had seen him so angry.

“There will be no such thing. I can’t accept it.”

Her heart skipped a beat at those words.

Are you really going to kill the child? Our child?

She felt her legs go weak and hurriedly reached for a table near her. Feeling that her tears were about to burst, she twisted her face as if to hide them, but the heat in her eyes had long since ripened.

When she was so startled that she remained still, Daymond said that he had been too much on her and walked right up to her and wrapped her little body in a hug.

“We alone are enough.”

His lips softly touched her skin. Her thoughts were tangled up in her head until the fervent whispers of love landed in her ears.

His hot breath tickled here and there along her thin neckline. As his hand stroked her bare skin and slipped through the shoulder straps, her top fell to the ground.

Daymond buried her face between her luscious breasts and held her nipples in his mouth. He sucked the flesh of the round breasts into his mouth, feeling her breath quicken. A faint moan escaped her mouth, responding to his stimulation.

No… No…. Daymond can’t do that.

Every time she shook her head saying no, the tears that she thought she had suppressed flowed down again. The tears that ran down her cheeks and down her lips dripped to the floor.

Daymond, who read her tears as pleasure, hugged her and sat her down on the desk. Her full skirt was pulled up at once and he placed his face between her legs. After that, strange sounds resounded in the room.

As though trying to resolve the quarrel, they had an intense affair. On the way back to her room, her steps stopped several times. She couldn’t even bring up the words that she was pregnant in the end because of his strong reaction.

In her melancholy, she looked at the floor and walked away, but black shoes entered into her vision. When she raised her head, she saw Luciel smiling.

“See, I was right. So hurry up and get rid of the child.”

She forgot her rebuttal and left as if running away.

* * *

She rubbed her flat belly, which was barely noticeable. It was hard to believe that there was life in it. She felt nothing. She even checked from a doctor who she called in quietly just in case to confirm she was pregnant.

Daymond left the castle early in the morning, saying that he had to look around the granary of the estate today. Even though he hugged her warmly all night without sleeping, he didn’t neglect his work as the Grand Duke.

So alone for the first time in a while, she stared blankly at the ceiling of the bed, struggling.

She did not know the feelings of those who suffered for having an illegitimate child, or for having been born as one. However, it was not that she couldn’t understand Daymond’s heart because he must have been in more pain than she could have imagined.

It was so sad. The fact that she had an unwelcome child. How nice it would have been if the child had come a little later. She felt so sorry for the child, but she felt weak.

Still, I can’t give up on my child.

Despite Daymond’s apparent refusal, she couldn’t give up the life she was embracing. It was because of the fact that she inherited the blood of the man she loved.