Obviously, It’s My Child - Chapter 87

Chapter 87

Translator: Effe

Editor: Yonnee

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No. Rather, this was a good thing. To think that Erich and Elliot got close enough that they’re keeping her out while conspiring between themselves. She should have bowed out of gratitude, but she felt sad, jealous, and unfair for some reason.

Claire pushed Erich away and placed her butt on the edge of the chair. Then she took a sip of the glass that was left beside him.

She frowned.

“It’s delicious.”

It was carbonated water mixed with grape syrup. She was going to ask if it was wine at first.

Erich couldn’t hold back his laughter anymore and chuckled.

“Someone is nagging a lot.”

“Yes, it’s me. I am the culprit…”

Claire took half of the empty seat and lay down on her side. Her body and mind were in tatters.

“Did you just lose to a five-year-old?”

“How can you beat that? Running around all day. I’m stuck in my office all day.”

“I don’t think going jogging would give you time.”

“Ah. I won’t hear a complaint from the person who lies down all day.”

“Shall I get up?”

“Ugh…”

Claire couldn’t say anything.

In fact, Erich already said a week ago that he would return to his daily life.

The two had a different perception about his current condition.

In Erich’s opinion, he thought the opiate was no big deal.

It’s not that he had a good view of addicts. However, awareness of its danger was remarkably low, and reason and belief towards new discoveries overwhelmed everything.

In short, the general perception was that addiction and misuse were problems of the individuals with weak mentality. While intellectuals who knew how to properly control them could use them as tools. Erich did not escape from there either.

He was not angry with the drug itself, but the malice of those behind it. It was rather strange that Claire was so impatient and sensitive unlike usual.

However, Claire couldn’t afford to ignore it. She was worried about addiction, side effects, and the after-effects.

Anyway, it was Claire who decided to pull Erich back to bed. So he decided to enjoy the situation.

“You earned it.”

Claire slapped his thigh with her hand.

“It’s unfair that I’m working alone.”

“Are you doing this on purpose to provoke me?”

“What? Are you the one who got excited while being beaten?”

Claire said in loathing, Don’t force me. Erich looked at her with a ridiculous face.

“Do you know where you are touching?”

“Which part?”

Claire rubbed her palms. She only thought his thigh muscles were strong when she slapped them, but he himself was self-conscious.

Erich’s brow narrowed.

“You’ll regret it.”

“Sick people should just stay still.”

Erich sighed. While pretending to be sick, he couldn’t lift her up and get her to bed. It made him uncomfortable in many ways.

But in the end, he had to get himself up. There was a way of putting her on top of his body, but it was inappropriate in the garden where the child is playing.

Instead, he reached into Claire’s jacket and patted her as well over the blouse. Claire flinched, but she didn’t get angry.

“How about cutting back on the work?”

“What should I cut back? Who the hell put this on my finger?”

With Claire lying on her back and her left hand raised high, the signet ring on her index finger glimmered.

“It was an appropriate portion for a workaholic.”

“Absolutely not. My dream is to be wealthy and unemployed.”

A life of receiving rent without needing to work; that was a building owner. No, by the worldview of this era, they’re called land owners. An aristocrat, in short.

Wasn’t that everyone’s dream?

Of course, Erich snorted at her.

“In that case, you didn’t have to touch the diamonds.”

Claire, who had nothing to say, only looked bitter.

“Well, what should I say… I saw a gold coin under my feet when I passed by, but I didn’t pick it up because I didn’t want to go through the trouble of bending over…”

“Aren’t you shoveling with your own hands to dig out the gold coin that was buried as deep as a grave?”

The metaphor of digging it out of the ground wasn’t really wrong. Claire let out a resigned sigh.

“A monster born in capitalism.”

Come to think of it, Claire wondered if there was a term such as capitalism. Erich only ignored it, thinking that it was another strange term she sometimes tended to use.

“Don’t you think it’s contradictory to say you’re working hard to earn money for the sake of relaxing later?”

“…That’s true.”

Could it be because this was a habit that has been ingrained in her body? However, there is an opportunity right in front of her eyes, she had no choice but to pick it up. And now while she could see it with her own eyes, it would break her heart to entrust it to others.

And while working, it was rare for people to do it at a fast pace. No matter what they did, most of them were so slow that it felt like she was going crazy watching them.

Was it because her nature as a Korean office worker had been engraved in her soul? Claire suddenly pitied herself.

“Anyway, that’s good. If you keep the business up and running while you have the opportunity. There are many things you’ll be able to pass on to your children later.”

“Why do you have to worry about that when I’m here?”

“House Klausener practices primogeniture, so only the eldest son will receive inheritance. Regardless of gender, I have to make sure that the second and third child will equally get the same. To do that, just one Weaving Guild is not enough. In most cases, it’ll be all-in for the eldest.”

Instead of replying to those words, Erich lightly pushed Claire on the shoulder.

Claire fell over as he pushed and fell half-lying in the chair. Erich leaned over her and kissed her lips.

“What is it all of a sudden?”

She accepted the kiss even though she was puzzled.

Only at first. She thought he would kiss her lightly, but as his deep kiss deprived her of breath, she hit Erich on the chest five or six times.

“Wait!”

Her resistance was easily stopped. Claire was quickly exhausted. The inside of her open lips were wet.

“What’s wrong with you all of a sudden?”

Erich raised his lips in an ambiguous face and said.

“I’m glad. I thought you were thinking of running away after Elliot’s matter has been dealt with.”

“Ah.”

“So you’re planning on giving me until a third child.”

It wasn’t that he was angry, but it looked like his rationality had been lost. Claire replied, her neck shuddering as the thrill of excitement ran down her spine.

“That was a slip of the tongue.”

Erich replied with a smiling face.

“That’s right. You can accidentally sleep with me and even get married to fix it.”

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