The Duchess's Dangerous Love Life

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The light of the early night* was bright. (the word also doubles as ‘first night’)

The dark interior was adored and covered in red fabrics. The red cloth was even across the ceiling, fluttering, and red candles were emitting a soft glow.

Adele was sitting in a slip on the edge of the bed; she grabbed the hem of her dress with trembling hands. The maid who had tied her slip’s breast straps noticed her disquietude.

“My Lady… … . Are you okay?”

“It’s hard to breathe.”

Adele, breathing heavily, raised her head.

The mirror a maid had put up for dressing up her madame– Adele– her appearance and uneasy figure was reflected in it.

Her fine light brown hair, her face turning white from tension. Neat, straight features and light brown eyes shaking anxiously.

Cute pink lips that were currently being bitten and turning red.

Adele sighed deeply, turning the mirror face down.

“Madame, shall I loosen your slip?”

“I’m not talking about that.”

The maid knew. That Adele was having her first night at the age of 32. And that this was also her second wedding.

It was when the maid tried to give her words of comfort and consolation that the din of footsteps and the clattering of striking joints of armor rubbing against itself interrupted her train of thought.

Adele raised his head at the unusual sound.

Noah, her husband from now on—in fact from this very day, was standing at the bedroom entrance.

Dressed in dark red armor, he stepped on a white cloth bedecking the floor with muddy shoes.

Adele fluttered at the overbearing appearance of Noah.

After a moment, he took off his helmet, revealing dark hair and nicely tanned skin. Noah watched Adele with sharp golden eyes, then raised his red lips.

“*Smirk*… … .”

Adele chewed her lips.

The maids who were anxious around Noah blushed at his smile.

They started to move to remove his armor for the first night, but Noah shook his hand.

“Get out.”

His low bass voice reverberated, and the maids quickly left the room.

When she was left alone with Noah in the room, Adele clasped the bedsheet.

As he slowly sauntered, approaching her and the bed, Adele bowed her head.

Noah, who she thought would climb straight into the bed, entered the bathroom attached to the bedroom instead.

He didn’t even look at Adele. Shoot. When she heard the splash of water in the bathroom, Adele trembled and crawled to the corner of the bed, hugging her knees with her arms, hoping the time would stop.

She didn’t want him to come out of the bathroom.

But, to her dismay, the door to the bathroom where Noah was staying opened with a smooth creek.

Adele raised her head at the sound, and the scene of a clean and wet Noah entered her sight.

Noah was wearing an indigo robe that clearly showed his chest and wiping his dark hair with a towel.