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When Maxi saw his affectionate expression, she was momentarily overwhelmed with the urge to climb onto his lap and shower him with kisses. She wanted to caress the sharp outlines of his masculine face, to sit on his firm lap, and bury her face in his broad chest to breathe in his scent.
What could she possibly do to make this man hers completely?
She did not want his consideration; she wanted him to take her with urgent need. Perhaps then she could forget how worthless and wretched she was.
Ignoring the princess, Riftan looped an arm around Maxi’s shoulder and planted a kiss on the top of her head.
“It’s different from what I feel for you.” “What… do you feel… for me?”
“You are the only family I have,” he said with a sigh.
Although he had told her that she was the only family he had, he did not consider her a comrade he could share his troubles with.
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“You will never know how I felt when I saw you unconscious on the ground.”
“Uh… So…” Riftan stammered, shifting his eyes. “You heard her… She’s not lending me to you.”
She felt lighthearted and lonely at the same time.
You can do it. The simple sentiment caused a ripple in her heart.
She had come to like looking at her husband so much that it felt preposterous that she had once been afraid of him. His fierce eyes and imposing stature no longer scared her. Even his stunning looks, which had daunted her at first, now simply amazed her. She could not understand why such a beautiful man showed so much passion for a woman like her. Whatever the reason, she was losing her heart to him more and more each day.
“He only had us wed because he did not think I would come back alive,” Riftan said in a terrifyingly gentle voice. “But come back I did, and our marriage was legitimate. That man no longer has any authority over you. I am your family now.”
Her inner monologue had been nothing but self-deprecation recently, and his words of gratitude felt like a rainfall after a long drought.
