Even the Devil Regrets it - Chapter 109

As Braeden continued to stare with suspicion, never once lowering his guard, Cheryl muttered quietly.

“If a child ends up being born, that would be even more entertaining.”

“A child?”

Braeden flinched as if it were the first time he had ever heard the word.

“It’s nearly impossible for a Great Demon and a human to have a child, so the odds are extremely low. But now that you’re human, you can father children just like anyone else.”

Cheryl smirked as she asked if the thought had never crossed his mind.

“Don’t tell me that idea bothers you?”

Braeden was clearly offended, as if she had implied, he was some weak man who couldn’t perform.

“Unbelievable. Are you insane? How can you say something so absurd?”

Cheryl grinned as though she had found one of his weaknesses, even though she had no proof of anything.

“Our master is strong. He’s not broken.”

Plaurus burst into laughter, seizing the opportunity to tease. With a flick of his fingers, Braeden sent him flying elsewhere in an instant.

“In any case, if you so much as look at my wife the wrong way or say something strange again, I will send you back immediately. Consider yourself warned.”

After delivering his firm warning like a declaration, Braeden led Juliana inside.

“I know the Marchioness Clemence is a Great Demon, but isn’t it a bit much to treat a guest so coldly?”

Juliana spoke softly, her expression a little troubled. Perhaps she felt uneasy about how they had handled the situation.

She likely had no idea how Mammon gathered wealth and people, which explained her comment.

Braeden sighed quietly and wrapped an arm around Juliana’s waist, pulling her close. As he breathed in her scent, he spoke.

“Mammon’s greed is like a bottomless jar. No matter what he gets, it’s never enough. He only feels satisfied when he gets exactly what he wants, and he listens to no one.”

Juliana tilted her head, confused.

“But we’re married. And he still wants me?”

Braeden gave a bitter smile at his wife’s innocent question. Of course, something like marriage wouldn’t stop Mammon.

“Don’t think about it using your standards. A demon’s values are completely different from what humans expect or understand.”

Braeden thought about saying more but held back. He didn’t want to frighten her.

“Whatever the case, Mammon is who he is. Never let your guard down. Promise me.”

Braeden rarely spoke in such a serious tone, so Juliana nodded right away.

“Alright. I’ll do as you say.”

Braeden smiled, satisfied, and kissed her cheek.

The gesture felt more like praise given to a child, which made Juliana laugh. She gently pushed his shoulder.

“That tickles.”

Normally, that light push would have been enough to move him, but today he didn’t budge at all. Instead, he held her even tighter and pressed their bodies together.

Juliana looked up at him with a curious expression.

“Do you want a child?”

His deep red eyes fixed on her face, watching her every reaction with sharp focus, not willing to miss a single moment.

She said nothing.

In her previous life, Juliana had never had a child. She and her husband had rarely shared a bed, so it wasn’t surprising.

This time, they had entered a contract marriage with a set end date. She had never given serious thought to having children.

She had assumed, without much thought, that Braeden’s future wife after their divorce would be the one to bear his child.

When Juliana didn’t respond right away, Braeden’s eyes showed a flicker of uncertainty.

“If you don’t want a child, that’s alright with me.”

“No, Eden. I do want one. I want a child born from both of us.”

She answered quickly, then placed her hand gently on Braeden’s cheek with a soft smile. Only then did it truly sink in those things had changed.

No matter who the child took after, they would be beautiful. With that thought in mind, Juliana tenderly stroked his cheek. Braeden took her hand and pressed a kiss into her palm.

“Our child. That sounds wonderful.”

“I hope the child has your eyes,” Juliana said as she looked into his red eyes that sparkled like jewels.

Braeden had always been pleased that Juliana liked his red eyes, which others feared or found unsettling. When he was with her, it felt as if his eyes really were precious gems.

It was likely the magic created by the way she looked at him. It wasn’t that his eyes were objectively beautiful, but because she saw them that way, it became true.

“I would like a daughter who looks exactly like you,” Braeden said, kissing her lips slowly before letting go.

“No matter who the child takes after, they’ll be beautiful.”

Juliana’s face lit up as she imagined the child that hadn’t even been conceived yet. Her expression seemed to gather all the light in the world, radiant and full of life.

“I didn’t expect you to be so fond of the idea of having a child.”

“I could say the same. I didn’t expect that you would want one.”

They both smiled at each other. As their smiles began to fade, Braeden’s eyes grew darker and more intense.

Juliana flinched slightly when she felt his grip tighten around her waist and asked with a hint of nervousness.

“What is it?”

“If we want to meet our child soon, we need to make an effort.”

“What?”

Juliana blinked, not fully understanding what he meant by “effort.”

“I think we’ve already done enough. Do we really need to try even harder?”

Braeden didn’t answer. Instead, he gave her a playful smile.

“Isn’t putting in effort always a good thing?”

“Well, yes, but…”

Juliana trailed off, sensing the conversation was heading in a strange direction. Before she could say more, Braeden lifted her into his arms.

She gave a small squeal and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck to keep from falling.

“Where are we going?”

She asked in surprise, and Braeden replied in a teasing voice.

“To the bath. Or would you prefer the bedroom?”

He was striding confidently toward the bathroom, but then he changed direction toward the bedroom.

“No, the bathroom.”

Without thinking, Juliana grabbed his collar and pulled it to redirect him. He chuckled and resumed his steps toward the bath.

“This wasn’t what I meant at all.”

Juliana let out a soft sigh, realizing this had taken a turn she hadn’t planned. She glanced out the window and noticed there was still plenty of daylight left.

“It’s still so bright out.”

Braeden caught her quiet words and let out a short laugh.

“Don’t worry. By the time the bath is over, it will be night.”

How does that make any sense? Is he really planning to stay in there that long?

Juliana opened her mouth, ready to voice the many questions that popped into her head, but before she could say anything, Braeden seemed to read her mind.

“I told you. We’re going to make an effort.”

Juliana didn’t know whether she should praise his enthusiasm or try to stop him. In the end, she said nothing. Before she could decide, Braeden stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind them.

As Braeden had said, it was already deep into the evening by the time they finally left the bathroom.

Winter passed, and spring arrived.

In the north, the snow that had piled up all winter melted away, leaving clear skies and bright sunshine. As spring flowers began to bloom, Braeden and Juliana held their wedding ceremony at the Grand Duke’s castle.

Since the castle was rarely opened to outsiders, nearly all the northern nobles attended the event.

It was likely the first time in the history of the Grand Duke’s estate that the banquet hall in the west wing had ever been so crowded.

“Didn’t they get married around three years ago? Why are they holding another wedding?”

“His Grace cherishes Her Highness so much. Maybe he wanted to confess his love all over again.”

“Oh, so that’s why they’re doing this again.”

“I’m jealous.”

Braeden and Juliana had simply sent out invitations for a vow renewal, without clearly explaining their reasons. Still, people made their own assumptions and spread those ideas freely.

The amusing part was that some of their wild guesses weren’t entirely wrong.

After finishing preparations, Juliana arrived at the west wing and was surprised by the size of the crowd. She turned to Braeden with wide eyes.

“Did you send invitations to the entire north?”

“To be exact, I only sent them to the north.”

Braeden answered with a rather shameless expression. He looked completely at ease, as if he had never once promised to keep things small.

As they stood at the entrance, Rosie stepped in to adjust Juliana’s dress and the long train behind it.

While tidying her gown before the entrance, Juliana let out a small sigh.

“What if this starts a trend of getting married every three years in the north?”

“That would be their choice.”

Whether others followed or not was their own business. Braeden honestly didn’t think it was something worth worrying about.

“If everyone starts copying us, it could even help the northern economy grow.”

He gave a soft smile, then gently pulled Juliana’s hand through his arm.

As they naturally shifted into position to make their entrance, Juliana laughed as if she had finally given up on trying to match his pace.

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