We’re in a Contract Marriage, But I’ve Imprinted - Chapter 41

Chapter 41

Translator: Effe

Editor: Yonnee

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His affection would continue until we’d conceive a child, but what’s going to happen after that?

Even when I came looking for him to escape my older brother’s plan of marrying me off to Marquis Pittman, I didn’t think about what would happen. I just thought I had to escape the most immediate danger right away, but I did not expect that a bigger problem would arise.

I keep getting greedy.

I want that man to look only at me.

I want to have that affection that can be shared for a lifetime, not mere limited affection like what he had for me now.

I lay in bed and watched him work. Every time our eyes met, the corners of my lips would go up without my knowledge.

Each time, his expression subtly changed, but I couldn’t figure out exactly what kind of emotion it was.

Because, to me, Ian was a very difficult man to read.

Because he is also a man who I dare not overlook.

I stared at him, blinking my eyes, and fell asleep. And when I opened my eyes again, Ian was not there. Unlike before, he left a day early, and I felt a deep sense of regret while wondering.

“Are you awake?”

As I got up, the maid, who was staying by my side, approached and asked.

“…Where is the Young Lord?”

“He went to the imperial palace early in the morning.”

“Ah, I see.”

“If you’re going to wake up, I will bring you a meal.”

“Yes…”

I was strangely relieved to hear that Ian had gone to the imperial palace. It was an understandable reason for him not being here. Normally, he would be guarding me, but after all, he had to go to the palace.

A sigh of relief escaped through my lips. Although the aftermath of the heat was still there, I got up. I slowly went towards the sofa where he used to sit.

The place where he sat and stared at the bed.

I was curious about how I would look through his eyes.

“…You didn’t see a depressed face, did you?”

As I imagined him sitting on the sofa and looking at the bed, the angle of my face seemed subtle. I murmured while brushing my face, then ate the hearty meal the maid had brought.

This time, I couldn’t properly ascertain if I was pregnant, so I took care of my body and ate a lot of snacks. A few days later, I went to the doctor for a checkup.

“…It’s a failure this time too.”

“I see…”

I thought I would be able to get pregnant this time, so I felt more regret than usual. The doctor also showed an expression full of regret. Of course, it wasn’t like he was as sincerely sorry as me, but I seemed to notice.

From his point of view, he would want me, an unwelcome existence, to quickly give birth and disappear.

The doctor obligingly said as he packed his bag.

“Please take care of your physical strength and diet thoroughly on a daily basis. What is lacking is something you have to make up for by eating.”

“…Yes I will.”

“I will report directly to the Young Lord.”

“…Yes.”

“Then, I’ll take my leave.”

After the doctor left the annex, I sat down on the sofa helplessly. I was upset that I couldn’t fulfill my role properly even though I hoped the contract wouldn’t end.

No, I was worried.

I couldn’t stand the anxiety that, if I couldn’t prove my worth, I wouldn’t be able to see Ian forever. I looked out the window while tormenting my poor lower lip.

A drop or two of rain was falling from the hazy sky. The raindrops announcing early summer looked like someone shed tears, so I couldn’t take my eyes off them.

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“Alright, you may leave. “

“Yes, Young Lord.”

It wasn’t his fault, but the doctor stepped back while looking at Ian’s eyes for no reason. After the doctor left the office, Ian leaned against the back with arms crossed instead of picking up the pen again.

He felt a sense of crisis as he spent this heat period.

At the peak of his pleasure, he had a strong urge to bite Melissa by the back of her neck.

If he had just untied the choker around her delicate neck, drenched the little omega in his pheromones and soon after bit her on the back of her neck…

“I’m going crazy.”

That moment didn’t lead to an imprint, but in the end, didn’t he still think about biting her neck?

Aside from feeling betrayed by her, his instincts burst aflame to take the omega that was staying in his mansion. In addition, it was also a problem that made him have no choice but to leave the obsession period.

Even though he hated seeing Melissa, he was going crazy about wanting to stay with her. Curious about the meaning of these symptoms, he wanted to ask the alphas around him, but there was no suitable person.

At least, he remembered Count Rosewood, who had given him proper advice.

What was he thinking at the time when he met death with his own omega?

Ian wondered for a moment, but he put all thoughts aside and read the papers. There were a lot of things to do today instead of his father, who did not stay at the mansion.

The weeping fair face of the omega came to mind again, but he purposely directed his focus on the letters of the document before him.

While working throughout lunchtime, even skipping his meal, Ian was forced to stand up when the butler came to visit him.

He went down to the parlor, where Monica and Alex were waiting.

Ian had been ignoring Monica’s letter ever since that dinner last time, and he couldn’t hide his displeasure and slightly wrinkled his eyebrows.

“Ian, hiiii.”

Alex came up to him first and took his arm in a friendly manner.

“Monica, have you reflected on your mistakes?”

“…I said I’d take care of that too.”

“But she was going crazy until now. I heard that she hasn’t gotten a reply from you. I’m his older brother, so I’m worried.”

“Huu… Sit down for now.”

“Right! After a long time, will the chief handmaid make our tea? Perhaps because she is the Duchy’s head handmaid, her skill at brewing tea is different from that of our county.”

“I guess not today.”

Ian coldly refused Alex’s request. He could move on with what happened at the dining hall, but he had no intention of having Monica and the chief handmaid meet again.

This was not for Melissa’s sake, but for his authority.

Considering the impudence that Monica had committed without his permission, Monica should never have been able to enter the duchy again.

However, because of the grace Ian had received from Count Rosewood, he was letting it slide.

“That’s too bad. Well, the taste of the tea is not important.”

Alex smirked and gave Monica a slight push on the back.

“Go ahead and apologize properly. What you did was wrong.”

“…I-Ian.”

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