Obviously, It’s My Child - Chapter 128

There was no need to complicate things. Simply creating a stage for Lina to sing on and ensuring Count Schneider witnessed it was sufficient.

If the Count failed to recognize his own daughter, that was fine too. Lina would get the chance to become famous in place of her father’s recognition.

The decision not to attend the reception and return home early was Lina’s suggestion.

[I’m concerned that the Baron should be the center of attention at the wedding, but it might be overshadowed by my trivial matters.]

[I prefer playing the villain who controls the wealth and power from behind the scenes rather than being the protagonist.]

She was serious, but Lina seemed to take it as a joke and laughed.

Honestly, the wedding was just tiresome and meaningless. They were already living together, and the marriage contract was completed.

Wearing a beautiful dress wasn’t something new. It was just signing in a ceremonial hall with no real effect…

Rustle, the ribbon on the back of the dress came undone. Erich’s hand gently touched her exposed back.

“Um.”

A moan escaped Claire’s lips from such a simple touch. Perhaps due to fatigue, her body was more sensitive.

The voluminous hem of the dress, which could have been made from several dresses’ worth of fabric, fluttered and tickled Erich’s thighs.

“Stop overthinking. And stop thinking about other people.”

“I was worried about Lina. Wondering if she’s okay.”

“Focus on me. Other men are obviously out of the question.”

His hand, which had been stroking her back, moved down to her waist, untying the ribbon that held the dress together. The smooth fabric fell away, revealing her nape. Erich pressed his lips there.

“Haa.”

A long sigh escaped her. The arms that embraced her gently laid Claire down on the bed.

The dress bunched up below her knees. His large hand massaged the inside of her leg with careful movements and then lifted her foot.

“We need to wash.”

“There’s a blister on your foot.”

“It’s because the shoes were new.”

“Get someone to do it.”

“For breaking in the shoes? Ah.”

As she felt a kiss on her ankle bone, Claire let out a short moan.

“Why are you being so strange all of a sudden?”

“Don’t you realize it’s our first night?”

“That’s what’s so strange about it. Anyway, umm.”

Erich decided to silence Claire’s lips with his.

After a satisfyingly long kiss, he looked down. His now-wife lay enveloped in the lush white fabric. It resembled a bouquet with a single red flower within it. Not holding the bouquet, but as if she herself was the bouquet.

Erich couldn’t tell if the scent he was inhaling was real or not.

“Because it’s so strange.”

Claire said, her face turning red. Though her words were about strangeness, her body seemed to suggest otherwise, as the exposed areas glistened.

Erich looked down at her and carelessly threw his shirt under the bed. Claire’s gaze, which had slightly slipped down, now fell to the side, flushed with heat.

“It’s just that it feels so sudden.”

“Why?”

“Never mind.”

Inside him, something firm and hot was simmering.

At one point, Erich thought of it as rage. Despite knowing what lust was, he still thought so. It was a completely different matter from mere pleasure.

He wanted to crash into her with his whole body, to crush her until she was mangled. If possible, he even wanted to devour her.

Then, too. Even from then.

“Hah.”

Even though he hadn’t done anything yet, Claire gasped as if she sensed it. Her hand that was placed on his thigh, hurriedly moved up to his pelvis.

“Don’t rush.”

“Who’s the one who didn’t let me go wash?”

“From the beginning, you were in a hurry too, not even stopping by the dressing room and coming straight to the bedroom.”

“Umm, that’s not it.”

Claire denied it, but his words weren’t entirely wrong.

She had been anxious all day. In fact, she had felt uncomfortable inside, her legs feeling light and as if floating in the air, ever since Erich appeared looking splendid.

Even now, her body felt heavy and tired like a waterlogged cotton. However, all her nerves were more focused on him than ever.

Erich slowly bent his body over her. Claire, pulled towards the bed as if by gravity, pulled him towards her.

“Haa. Erich.”

He entered her lips, which had been open all this while.

Feeling the heat he transmitted deep inside her body, Claire clung to his back with both arms.

* * *

That night, Iris returned home alone.

As Pavel led the inconsolable Count Schneider, who was out of his senses from crying, to the lounge, he stopped her from following.

[It might be best to let him be alone.]

[But Sir Pavel, I’m his daughter!]

The shocked Iris cried out, but Pavel only shook his head with a perplexed look.

The atmosphere at the reception continued in an awkward state. No one wanted to continue drinking and enjoying themselves, but it was also awkward to leave immediately after such an incident.

It was a reception where none of the important figures of the social world, including the bride and groom, had attended. There was no regret in leaving early.

Surely, some were eager to spread the rumors as soon as they returned.

Iris quietly slipped out of the ballroom into an empty corridor and headed straight home.

“Miss! We were worried about you.”

“Nothing happened, right? Maybe it was better not to go…”

The waiting maids expressed their concerns one by one. Even as Iris listened, she turned pale.

‘Would these maids talk to me like this if they knew who I really am?’

She felt scared. At this moment, there was only one person she could rely on.

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