CHAPTER 58

MARY LYNELLE

I felt as if I was floating while lying down. I forced myself to open my eyes. Henry's face appeared to me. He carried me upstairs to our room.

“Hmm… What time is it, love? "I asked him hoarsely.

"Five o'clock, love! Go to sleep, and it's still dark outside," Henry said.

Because I was really sleepy, I buried my face in his wide chest. It smells so good, and I love it.

"Your conception is over, my love. Isn't it?" He asked me. I could still hear his faint smile as he walked up.

"Why do you ask? "I asked him even though I closed my eyes.

"I sense that you're taking advantage of my scent."

"You're too mean, love. I'm just sleepy, so I held on to your chest," I said to him.

He laughed softly and lowered his lips to my nose.

“I love you. Even if you consume my scent, it's fine. Even if you take advantage of me, I'm willing to be your victim. You know, love, I'm too weak when it comes to you.”

I winced at what he said. “That's the effect of a lack of sleep, love! So hurry, I'm