How to Tame My Beastly Husband — Chapter 230. Winter (1)

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“I know I am in no position to make this request, but please allow me to assist Lady Keers,” Ludwig said. “Please, I want to do something for her.”

Ludwig did not regret bowing to Marquis Keers. He was acting not as Crown Prince, but as Celestine’s fiancé. He felt terrible guilt for everything she had just endured, when she deserved so much better.

The Marquis wavered at the sight of the Crown Prince bowing. He was only a nobleman from a fallen family, but the future king had bowed down to ask a favor.

He hesitated a moment, but what argument could he make to force the Crown Prince to accept his refusal. But suddenly, Celestine took the prince’s hand.

“It’s all right, father,” she said. “I’ll rest for a while and leave early tomorrow morning.”

“Celestine!”

The Marquis raised his voice, disappointed that she had made this decision all on her own.

“Father, I just want a bath,” she said, turning her gaze back to her father. “And my ankle hurts.”

“Does…it hurts? Let me take a look at it.”

“Never mind, His Highness said he would call the royal physician. Let’s go together.”

Celestine caught both of them in each hand, and her father braced her to help her walk, limping on her injured ankle. Ludwig smiled sheepishly.

An expression of displeasure flickered through the Marquis’ face when he saw that, but he walked willingly toward the prince’s palace anyway. There was no father in the world that could resist his beloved daughter.

Deltium’s most dangerous banquet had ended.

* * *

Sitting in the drawing room, Annette gazed silently out the window. It was snowing outside, but the big fireplace had been stoked far too hot, to greet the distinguished visitors that would come to the mansion in such weather.

Gently, she shrugged off the shawl wrapped around her shoulders, made from a silver fox that Raphael had hunted for her. It was warm enough that a little perspiration beaded along her collarbones, and the moment her white skin was revealed, a certain man was there to kiss it with his full lips.

“Raphael! When did you arrive?”

“Right now,” he replied. “Kiss me.”

His face was filled with passion, and it was still so strange to see a man as cold as winter entreating his wife to kiss him.

Annette rose up on tiptoe to grant his wish, and he swallowed her lips as if he had been starving for them. Their lips carried warmth and cool and brought them together in shared heat as their tongues stroked wetly together. Posted only on NovelUtopia.com

“Oh, Raphael…soon the, visitors will arrive….mmm…”

She pushed him away, but Raphael caught her wrist and pulled her back into his arms.

His kiss was hungrier. His large hands ran down her back as their tongues coiled together. It seemed he wanted to pull her dress off, and the warmth of his hands almost made her forget all about their visitors.

Knock knock

Annette pulled away at the sound of the knock at the door, and Raphael clicked his tongue as she escaped him. He licked his lips, reddened and shining with their kiss.

The sight made Annette’s ears turn red. Now he looked dangerously attractive, and she shuddered inside at the thought that one day, he might just devour her down to the bones.

Oddly, she also wished that that day would come.

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