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In an instant, his tongue swept inside her cream-filled mouth like a predator. It felt sticky as the soft flesh and the soft cream were tangled together. The cake that was on the spoon fell onto the green grass, but the two people didn’t even notice it because they were happily mixing their tongues together.

When she tried to turn her head while out of breath, Derrick cupped her chin. And as if he had made a deliberate plan to do so, he scratched the roof of her mouth. In the end, the spoon that was barely held in her hand fell with a crashing sound. Judith pushed his chest with her free hand, but Derrick did not move.

“Hmm… Uhm.”

He sucked her tongue deeply. A tingling sensation that seemed to split her five senses started from her fingertips and spread to her heart. Derrick, who stirred the delicate mucous membrane and inhaled the cream and the abundant saliva several times, parted his lips from hers with a satisfied smile.

“It’s sweeter than I thought.”

With the flowers in full bloom as a background, he felt somewhat mesmerized.

“Or is it because my wife’s lips are sweet?”

Judith, who was heaving her chest due to lack of breath, glared at him with a sly grin. If she relaxed for even a moment, he would rush at her like an animal and she couldn’t survive.

Afterward, Derrick continued acting strangely, such as putting whipped cream on her lips and licking it all over, and even putting it on her fingers and sucking it off. As a result, the whipped cream cake was left with only a moist cake sheet without any cream. It felt like seeing herself naked under his touch.

Derrick finally stopped his eccentric behavior after calling the maid and asking the maid to clean up all the cake.

“I have something to talk about.”

Judith has not yet told Derrick about the mysterious conversation with Vincen that took place yesterday. While drinking bright Earl Gray tea, she told him about the incident.

Judith thought of what would happen if he jokingly appeared again, but surprisingly, he listened to her words seriously. Eventually, after the event Vincen told her of his suspicion of Derrick’s memory loss, Derrick asked her,

“Did he try to do something when I was away yesterday?”

“No.”

“…Really?”

Derrick laughed when he saw the suspicious look in her eyes.

“Really. I was annoyed by the Emperor, but I stayed quiet because I thought you would be in trouble.”

Only then did she remember that his expression wasn’t particularly happy during the consecration ceremony. His irritation was growing, but he held back for fear of embarrassing her. Compared to before, it was a huge step forward and was considerate.

“Then, why on earth did he ask that?”

“Well…”

Just as she didn’t know why Sylvia Wirrel attended the funeral, Derrick didn’t know the reason for this incident either.

She remembered Vincen’s pupils persistently scanning her face. At that moment, despite being a family and all, his gaze was so burdensome that it felt like someone else’s gaze.

Maybe that was the look in the eyes of the devil, Hannibal?

Judith lazily rubbed her temples. As time goes by, it feels like there are more questions than answers. The clue that seemed to be unresolved left her feeling frustrated as if dust had accumulated inside her.