My Dear Grand Duke on a Leash - Chapter 68
Chapter 34.2 — Honeymoon Night (8)
As her foot got twisted, she ended up bumping her forehead directly into his chest. Cain tightly embraced Riette’s waist.
“Are you okay?”
“Sorry, ugh…”
She held onto his thick forearms, resting her forehead on his chest and closing her eyes tightly.
“My feet hurt so much. I’m sorry…”
Cain furrowed his brow slightly and glanced around. The guests were all busy, captivated by lascivious gazes exchanged while dancing with their partners.
Then, he lowered his waist and whispered into her ear.
“I’ll escort you, Princess.”
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The river breeze was cool.
The orchestral melody and the laughter of people deepened towards dawn, along with joy and excitement. It was a wedding night in August, with bright yellow lights spreading across the dark sky.
Riette sat down on the white bench and trembled. The intoxication that had been floating around her head escaped, and the heat of the dance cooled off, replaced by the cold night breeze that tickled the back of her neck.
Thud.
A broad, heavy sensation fell on her shoulder.
It was only after she turned her head after a brief pause that she realized it was an evening coat—a violet boutonniere. It was Cain’s coat. Even though she tried to return it quickly, he gently grasped her wrist as she was about to take off the jacket. The warmth gathered in the held wrist, making it pleasantly warm.
“I think it would be better for the guests to see you wearing my coat. Wouldn’t it be easier to convince people of a scandal if the rumor spreads quickly?”
“Ah…”
The two of them were seated in a secluded area near the main palace garden, where the wedding reception was held in the backyard. Although it was sparsely populated, the location was strategically chosen so that guests who had discreetly gone for a walk could easily witness the scene.
“I see. In that case, I’ll wear it.”
She withdrew her hand from him and opened the front of the coat. He didn’t say anything that wasn’t logical. If they wanted to portray a fiery gaze between them convincingly, it would be better to use all of the gestures to make it seem like their hearts were connected.
‘Right…’
As Riette wiggled her toes inside the shoes with her lips tightly sealed, Cain, who had been silently observing her feet, got down the bench and bent one knee.
“I’ll take off your shoes for you.”
Surprised, she opened her eyes wide like a startled rabbit and quickly tucked her legs into the inside of the bench to hide her feet.
“Why are you taking my shoes off? Here…!”
“If you let them off for a few minutes, the fatigue in your feet will ease. We shouldn’t let unnecessary pain worsen when we can prevent it in advance.”
When he finished his words, he extended his hand inside the bench and looked up at her. He never grabbed or seized her ankles first, but…
“I don’t want the Princess to be in pain.”
“….”
“If you really don’t want to, I won’t force you.”
Like the dark, flowing river in the background, his calm and unwavering blue eyes stared at her. It was a gaze that made it nearly impossible to refuse.
“Please…”
‘…If only it were easier to bend down, I would’ve taken it off myself.’
She had no choice but to give him her foot.
Only then did he gently grasp her slender ankle adorned with white stockings. The touch of his warm and firm hand around her ankle sent a shiver down her spine. As he pulled her foot toward him, it was a gentle, careful gesture without any force. It was a gesture that made it clear he would release her foot immediately if she resisted even the slightest bit.
Riette swallowed dry saliva as she watched him take off her shoes.
Could she ever have imagined that she would be grabbed by the ankles by a man in the outdoors? Her heart was racing with nervousness at the unfamiliarity of the situation.
It felt as if she had become a pervert.
In the meanwhile, Cain effortlessly slipped off the silk shoes adorned with corsage at the toe, and pink-threaded lace stockings embroidered with spring flowers were revealed, one foot at a time. Riette tightly curled her toes, feeling embarrassed, as if she was revealing underwear or bare feet.
Her foot was small enough to fit in the palm of his hand. His hands were also much larger than the average man’s.
A small, smooth foot with long toes and narrow widths.
Cain couldn’t hide his bashful expression as he looked down at the petite foot that wiggled slightly. It was just a body part, yet he felt a strange impulse. He never imagined that there would be a day when he would feel a perverted and strange urge to put his lips on someone else’s feet. He was hesitant as if he were a person who originally had such a taste.
Since there was likely nothing wrong with himself, perhaps it was because of these white, translucent lace stockings.
She knew this well as she watched her sister from the side. How tiring it was to have to be modest, quiet, wise, and beautiful. Bea’s sense of responsibility and Riette’s feelings of alienation were like mirrors reflecting each other.
“Don’t try to be too good. It’s okay… Ah!”
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