Chapter 166
Carynne opened the closet door. She had changed her clothes, but, as always, the attire didnt quite satisfy her.
She wanted to wear something even a little pretty, but in the end, all she had were the simple black dresses that the maids wore. She changed into the same-looking clothes every day and ate the same food.
When would the new clothes arrive? Carynne didnt want to count the days in anticipation. Moreover, a few new clothes wouldnt be enough to satisfy her. When buying clothes, she had to personally touch and select hundreds of fabrics, decide on the garments style, choose which sewing line to use, and then have them tailored to fit her body.
Though she was the daughter of just a countryside noble, Lord Hare, she still used to wear custom-made clothes from the seamstress. Carynne couldnt expect much from clothes that werent even measured to fit her body.
Carynne closed the closet door and went in search of Raymond.
She thought he might be in the dining room, but he wasnt there yet.
Where could that man have gone
Carynne passed through Raymonds study, but he wasnt there either. It was early in the morning. As she walked down the corridor towards the central staircase hall, she heard the sound of someone moving.
It was Raymond. As sunlight streamed down the windows of the first to the fourth floor of the central hall, the illumination hit him just right. As always, he was working diligently. He always worked hard at everything.
Except for one thing.
Sir Raymond. Good morning.
Upon Carynnes greeting, Raymond looked up and saw Carynne. His lips curved into a faint smile.
Did you wake up just now? Please wait a moment. Breakfast hasnt been prepared yet.
Why are you cleaning here?
Because you pass through this hall every day. Wouldnt it be nice if it were clean?
Do you clean it every day?
Yes.
Raymond was cleaning, as he always did, and everything was immaculately neat.
Carynne was disappointed that she couldnt wake up early enough to see what he looked like just after he got up from bed.
Raymond rarely appeared disheveled, even when they had lived together before. Except for the first night they stayed here, when he overexerted himself from cleaning, Raymond always woke up earlier than Carynne and went to bed later.
You dont have to work so hard.
Im just doing whats necessary.
Maybe he worked so much that his sexual desire had disappeared?
Raymond took care of everything by himself including but not limited to: cleaning, feeding the remaining chickens and ducks, doing the laundry, preparing their meals and even managing his own chastity.
Carynne, who was unused to it all, eventually tried to help, but Raymond didnt even want her to move. He thought it was too dangerous for her.
Yes. I will take care of everything.
Was that a good thing?
Men who do housework are the sexiest.
She recalled how the maids used to enthusiastically exclaim about their ideal type in the past.
Most of the male servants didnt try to do their best, and the mothers of the maids also complained about the fact that women who retired from work at home never got a break and worked all day long.
Thats why men like Raymond, who were willing to do housework themselves, were seen as the epitome of charm and consideration. A man such as him would be regarded as a man who would never be found again.
But
Was it really that charming for a person with enough wealth to dismiss all his servants and do everything himself? Wasnt he just creating more work for no reason?
Carynne hoped that he would entrust all the tasks that could be done by hired help to other people and just spend more time with her in the present, rather than worrying about the uncertain future. It seemed like a waste not to use the money he had.
Ill be done soon.
She wasnt sure if this was sexy or not.
Carynne observed Raymonds movements. His arms, revealed as he rolled up his sleeves, were well-built. His clothing was ordinary, but underneath, there was something out of the ordinary.
She already knew how the muscles beneath those clothes moved.
Even further down.
Flutter.
Carynne licked her lips with her tongue.
Whats the matter, Carynne?
Raymond, who was cleaning the floor, noticed Carynnes gaze and stopped. He usually continued whatever he was doing during their morning greetings, but he must have sensed that something was unusual with Carynnes demeanor.
Why are you looking at me with such scary eyes
Raymond asked Carynne in a nervous tone, a voice that seemed to suggest he had done something wrong. Of course, he had done many things wrong.
Like the sin of neglecting his duties as a husband.
Sir Raymond.
Yes.
Stop what you're doing and come here.
Raymond hesitated for a moment, then pushed the broom aside and approached Carynne. Carynne watched as he climbed the stairs.
There was no sign of his steps faltering, and his exposed biceps were well-defined. Despite his simple attire, his bodys proportions and shape were perfect. He looked even better in his military uniform, but he also looked good even in these work clothes.
Raymond now stood a few steps below Carynne, and looking up at her, he reached up with one hand to touch Carynnes cheek.
Are you feeling ill? You dont seem to have a fever, but your face is red.
Oh, yes. Theres heat, alright.
Sleep with me.
You woke up late today. It may sound like nagging, but you tend to sleep too much.
Was he doing this on purpose?
Carynne grabbed Raymond by the collar. Since he was a few steps below her, it wasnt difficult to grab him.
Raymond looked bewildered as Carynne grabbed him like this. Carynne looked down at him and said,
I cant stand it any longer.
Ill try harder. The porter will arrive tomorrow. The things we need
Carynne interrupted him and spoke again, looking Raymond in the eyes.
I wont beat around the bush. Lets go to bed right now.
Pardon?
Raymond froze.
Carynne briefly wondered if he just heard her say that he should drop dead, given the way his face had changed as if he couldnt believe what he heard.
Raymonds face turned pale at first, then bright red.
Even his ears turned a deep shade of crimson.
Carynne We havent Were not even married yet
Whats he saying now? Carynne looked at Raymond with disbelief.
How many times do you think we should get married?
Ah, um. Carynne, I mean
Raymond stuttered without properly looking at her.
Right now In this place I know its just the two of us, but
But?
Its just, well. With your situation We shouldnt be too unrestrained. Theres still a lot of time left So for now
Listening to all this, Carynne felt like she had become the most shameless woman in the world. It felt like all the strength in her body was being drained entirely.
What could she possibly do about Raymond when hes being like this?
Yes, yes
Carynne?
Carynne let go of her hand that was holding onto Raymond. Right. Once again, Carynne had to suppress her desires. Just like how one would abstain from indulgence, from gambling, or from an adventure.
Fine.
Thank you for understanding.
For a moment, Carynne entertained the thought of hitting Raymond, but that thought soon disappeared as she instead grabbed Raymond by the collar again and kissed him.
It was a kiss filled with frustration. She forcefully pressed her lips against Raymonds hard jawline and unyielding lips.
And before parting from him, she bit Raymonds lower lip.
I get it, so Ill leave first. You can endure the pain. Lets just say that I let off some steam.
She backed away, but Raymond still seemed stunned. He nodded his head blankly, looking like he had lost his presence of mind.
Yes
Sir Raymond.
Carynne spoke to him several times in succession.
Yes.
Okay, I understand, so Ill leave first.
Carynne let go of Raymond, but this time, he didnt release her. Carynne tried to pull away from his grip, but she couldnt.
She endured his touch, irritated by his behavior. She didnt want to see his face any longer, honestly. But Raymond seemed to have many excuses, and he didnt let go.
Sir Raymond?
Raymond looked into Carynnes eyes, took several breaths, then grabbed her face and kissed her again. It was a rough movement, almost the opposite of what he had said earlier.
The abrupt kiss left her breathless, and she pushed Raymonds shoulders away. She was angrier with his rushed actions than anything.
What is this now?
Carynne wanted to rebuke these actions that were in direct contradiction to his words, but she couldnt say anything more.
Raymonds eyes were fixed on her with such intensity, his gaze so deep that it would send shivers down anyone who looked into them.
Carynne.
Raymond pulled Carynnes waist closer.
Carynne.
Raymond called her name again.
There was no need for an answer.
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