We’re in a Contract Marriage, But I’ve Imprinted - Chapter 70

Chapter 70

Translator: Effe

Editor: Yonnee

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The color of the world was disappearing, like a green rose withering and dropping petals, leaf by leaf. Due to the strange experience, I looked around without even blinking.

In the bedroom, where a variety of colors had coexisted just a moment ago, Ian was the only one emitting sparkling, intense colors.

Everything around him was in brilliant gold, as if even pheromones had color. It’s a strange phenomenon that I can’t even describe, but I learned about it naturally.

I had imprinted it on him.

I loved him so much that I imprinted it on him.

I engraved his name on my heart and realized that I had submitted myself completely to my alpha.

The moment I acknowledged it, all colors came back.

But it wasn’t the same as before. In this cloudy world, only Ian shone clearly.

Like a god, absolutely irresistible.

* * *

“The reason I came here early today is because I think I need to go somewhere later.”

“…Because of work?”

“Yes, I’ll probably be back late at night, so I guess you’ll have to have dinner alone tonight.”

“I’m not a child, don’t worry.”

“You’re carrying a child.”

“What? Fufu.”

At his words, Melissa blushed and let out a small laugh. It was always nice to see the color on her face.

So Ian, who didn’t know about jokes in his life, only told jokes in front of her. He didn’t take his eyes off his omega while carefully massaging her swollen feet.

She, too, never took her eyes off his gaze or his fingertips. The violet eyes that stared at him so persistently would have annoyed him in the past, but now, he was actually happy about them.

He wasn’t sure if she knew when he came, or if she was often out on the balcony out of frustration. But he didn’t hate the way she always smiled and greeted him whenever he looked up.

Why do the seemingly insignificant words ‘Thank you for your hard work today’ sound so poignant?

He was born with excellent circumstances. Heir to the only Duchy of the Empire, the only extreme dominant alpha in the Empire, and the youngest sword master. He was a perfect successor from a young age.

So no one said ‘good job’ to him.

It’s as if it’s natural that he was born perfect without trouble.

He was flawless so he had to take everything for granted. Although he received praise, he was never encouraged.

She was the only one who said ‘good job’ to him. Since he had never heard of it before, he was always wondering what to say, but he still couldn’t find a clear answer.

Once again he took a generous amount of oil and gently rubbed her fair calves. Every time that happened, Melissa let out a groan. It sounded exactly like the moans she made during their intercourse, so he had the urge to spread her legs wide and delve deep inside her.

Since her pregnancy, they had never gone as far as penetration. He had to be satisfied with appeasing his sexual desires by using the hands or licking each other.

He couldn’t bear to ask the doctor, so he was waiting for her to stabilize. But as she looked at him like that, he had a strong urge to put her under him and make her cry.

“Nngh.”

Perhaps it was because he was harboring bad thoughts, without realizing it, his hands became tense. He briefly placed his lips on her calf, expressing his apologies for her pain, and then released them.

Then Melissa smiled shyly. Her flushed face was as smooth as a well-made porcelain doll, but her legs and arms, which were noticeably thinner than before the pregnancy, looked pitiful to look at.

He remembered the words of the previous Count Rosewood, who said that if he had an omega who would carry his seed, it would feel as if he now had the whole world. And his words that he would never be able to reject his instincts came true like a prophecy.

Even though he knew he had to leave quickly, he couldn’t quite bear to leave Melissa’s side. He had already finished massaging her, but he couldn’t take his hands off her soft skin, lingering in the texture.

He couldn’t understand himself, but if this was the instinct of alphas and omegas, he was willing to accept it.

The two people linked with each other through skinship and pheromones rather than words, and were absorbed in each other to prevent anyone from invading them. As they looked at each other intently, there was a knock on the door.

“Pardon me, Young Lord.”

“…Yes.”

Knowing the reason why Henry came, he couldn’t hide his disappointment. He forcibly removed his hand and made Melissa, who was trying to get up from the sofa, sit down again.

“You don’t have to get up.”

“I just sit down for more than half of my life these days. Please at least allow me to see you off.”

“…Alright.”

Melissa, who had just imprinted on him, felt a great sense of loss just knowing that her alpha was moving away. However, since she couldn’t interfere with his work, she wanted to at least watch him go.

Melissa, who had come down to the first floor with her, saw him leaving the front door of the annex. Her heart filled with pride as she saw her alpha turning around several times to check.

She begged desperately as she rubbed her rounded stomach.

Please. Don’t change after I give birth.

* * *

“Can’t you tighten it properly?”

A sharp voice urged Jesse. Jesse, who was tightening the corset, answered while sweating profusely.

“If I tighten it any further, you might collapse during the banquet, Miss.”

“It’s what I want anyway.”

Monica would rather faint in front of Ian. It had already been five months since she had seen him. To be exact, since Melissa became pregnant, Ian has not been out of the mansion.

The rumor that Ian, who had stayed in the Duchy and handled everything as if that place were his nest, was finally showing up at the banquet hall made her crazy with impatience.

“It might be the last time.”

Only by meeting Ian was she able to make an excuse and find a reason to start over.

“Not only won’t he meet Brother, but he won’t even meet Father. Why is he so inflexible?”

“Young Lord Bryant is known for his upright character.”

At Jesse’s words, Monica glared at her fiercely.

“How much do you think you know about Ian?”

“…I’m, I’m sorry.”