Our Summer Isn't Over Yet - Chapter 57

The space seemed to sink into the water, becoming even quieter. Everyone’s eyes darted around, avoiding eye contact with Annabelle as much as possible. Annabelle, seemingly unconcerned with their attitude, spat out her words.

“Why aren’t the people who are always obsessed with rumors interested in this petty gossip?”

“Lady Rook.”

“It’s strange, isn’t it? They say the Fourth Prince was desperately shouting for the Princess before he was arrested.”

Everyone fell silent at Annabelle’s words. The doubts they had been trying to push aside began to surface one by one. Seeing this, Annabelle grinned widely.

Then, as if it were nothing, she stumbled over Hose’s words from that time and brought them up.

“Ah. I guess you can’t really call her a Princess? What did he say again?”

“……”

“Actually, the Princess isn’t real, she’s a stand-in. She’s mine. Those were excessively vulgar words to come from a brother’s mouth, weren’t they?”

Doubts began to creep into the minds of all the nobles who were rolling their eyes. They were too confused to think about it when Hose was arrested, but after the situation was sorted out, the words he had screamed while struggling came to mind.

His mouth was quickly blocked by soldiers, but those nearby had heard him clearly. Of course, Murad Royal Family disappeared because of Princess Seydimia, so Hose might have said that to tarnish her name.

“Wouldn’t a newspaper be eager to jump on such gossip and add a word or two to the news? Isn’t it strange that it’s so quiet?”

Annabelle, sensing the atmosphere of suspicion, sneered and scratched at their insides.

“Since when have our noble ladies been so disinterested in such things that they exchange such refined conversation?”

“Lady Rook! If you’re going to say unpleasant things, we’ll be on our way.”

The Marchioness of Peville, unable to bear it any longer, stepped forward and added her words. Thanks to her breaking the flow, the Countess of Ashbourne also stepped forward to gloss over Annabelle’s remarks.

“We are well aware of Lady Rook’s personal feelings towards the Duchess of Richard. Everyone here remembers the actions you took before.”

In addition, the Countess of Winchester also spoke.

“I don’t want to show my agreement with Lady’s remarks, so let’s end this meeting, I hope you understand. If you want to have the same conversation as just now, you should find someone who can relate. Although I don’t know if there is such a person.”

It was true that the Rook family had great power and influence, but the other party was the Duke of Richard, who was favored by the King. In addition, when the ladies of the leading families in Hippolyte stepped forward to point out Annabelle’s remarks, the atmosphere became quiet.

As the Marchioness of Peville rose from her seat first, the other noble ladies there immediately followed her.

Annabelle shrugged her shoulders at them as they walked away and asked.

“Aren’t you scared? What if she’s really a stand-in?”

No one was shaken by her remarks, and they disappeared after giving a brief greeting. Annabelle, left alone there, irritably swept back her hair.

Not only had she lost her appetite for alcohol, but she had also heard only unpleasant stories, so it was only natural that she was in a terrible mood. Annabelle irritably tore off her jewelry, left the building, and got into the waiting car.

“I need to find out about Princess Seydimia.”

The maid’s eyes widened when she heard Annabelle mutter as soon as she got into the car.

“Madam?”

“Send someone to Duke Richard’s residence to seduce someone, or send someone to Murad to find out anything.”

Both the maid and the driver were so surprised by her words that they could only swallow hard.

“If the Marquis finds out.”

“Why are you asking such a thing so suddenly? Of course, I have to proceed without my father knowing. I’ll give you as much money as you need, so find someone from outside.”

Annabelle cut off their words and stared out the window.

It wasn’t just because of her desire to have Dylan Richard. She felt like she had to completely destroy Seydimia, or perhaps the woman who was living as her stand-in, for her life to flow properly.

“Then everything will look beautiful.”

Really, if that’s the truth.

In fact, even if the rumors weren’t true, anything would be fine if she could find a flaw in that woman’s life.

Annabelle’s low humming filled the car ominously.

When Mia opened her eyes to the sensation of her whole body being tightly squeezed, she saw Dylan looking at her. Since some time ago, he had woken up before Mia and was busy hugging her tightly.

Mia’s body relaxed with the slowly spreading warmth.

She had become accustomed to this behavior since the attack by Hose.

‘Should I say it’s a relief?’

She had been worried that she would feel awkward around Dylan or unknowingly show signs of dislike, but there was no room for that. It was only natural since they spent most of their time together. Dylan not only stayed by her side all day, but also prevented her from touching even the smallest things.

Moreover, when she went into the bathtub filled with warm water to reduce the bruising, Dylan followed her in. Even though the wide bathtub quickly filled with water and rippled, he didn’t give her a single glance.

He was just busy slowly stroking and rubbing Mia’s body. It was similar yesterday.

“I heard this is good for reducing bruising.”

“I can take a bath alone now. Mel told you, I don’t have any problems with my mobility.”

“I know.”

Even as he said those words, Dylan’s hand moved past Mia’s shoulder and rubbed her waist.

The bruises that had turned black had faded a lot thanks to his touch, but they were still unsightly.

Mia felt anxious and unpleasant sensations as she received his touch. Once the resentment, anger, and disappointment towards him for betraying her passed, comfort filled the empty space, and feelings that she should never feel for him piled up like sand washed in by the waves.

Moreover, even though his gestures weren’t meant to make her body heat up, Mia’s body faithfully responded to Dylan’s touch.

Her body flinched whenever his hand, which had been rubbing her waist, passed over her abdomen and touched the inside of her thigh.

“Ugh, Dylan.”

“Yes, I’m here.”

“Alone, I can do it.”

Dylan gently sucked on her earlobe as if asking if she was still saying such things. The sound echoing in the bathroom was particularly loud.

When she trembled and clenched her fists tightly, he pulled her closer to him, saying that she would get more bruises if she tensed her body.

He didn’t seem to care about her reaction, which was freezing up again.

“If you’re going to be like this, you might as well just pounce on me openly.”

“I’m not so ignorant as to do that to someone who’s in pain.”

It was awkward to hear that from someone whose penis was stiff and erect.

He pressed his penis, which was hard as if it would burst, against Mia’s body without seeming to feel any pain. Her soft flesh gradually relaxed under the appropriate pressure.

Warm water, Dylan, gentle touch, and the swaying water in the bathtub.

Everything was making Mia languid. When she relaxed her body and leaned her back against his broad chest, Dylan’s hand stroked Mia’s vulva.

His intention to wash her thoroughly was evident, but Mia was in pain because of the learned pleasure that was rising.

“Mel said it’s okay, heuh.”

“Just a little more. Not yet.”

“When, until when…”

Dylan slowly stroked her slippery vulva and kissed Mia’s cheek.

Her body kept trembling at the touch that grazed her clitoris. A fever was slowly rising.

Eventually, moans that sounded like pleas flowed from Mia’s lips. It was an unwanted torment. Fortunately, Dylan didn’t seem to be thinking of responding to it, as he just gritted his teeth and shook his head.

“When you’re all better, then.”

Mia shuddered as she recalled yesterday.

She felt a gush of sensation from her vulva. A faint sense of self-disgust arose.

It was ridiculous and absurd that she desired his body even as she was disgusted by his betrayal. Didn’t this seem like she was lusting after Dylan?

‘That can’t be.’

Mia tensed her thighs, thinking that it shouldn’t be. However, as if her body was rejecting her thoughts, she clearly felt her underwear getting wet. Her body, which had been heated up for days, wouldn’t cool down easily.

Mia buried her face in Dylan’s chest as if her cheeks were burning. He frowned at her actions and asked.

“Are you in pain somewhere?”

Dylan’s voice was clear and clean, without any hoarseness, as if he had woken up a long time ago.

“No.”

“Tell me if you don’t feel well.”

“Why wouldn’t I feel well? What day is it today?”

Today was the day Mia was going to the Royal Palace.

After the accident, Mia had been examined by Mel every day. Even if she said she was okay, Mia’s opinions were ignored. A day, two days, and four days passed, but Dylan said it was still too early, and it was only a week after the accident that she was able to go to the Royal Palace.

Mia pushed his hand away. She was pushed away so lightly that it was absurd, and she slowly got out of bed.

“If His Majesty the King refuses, it’s off.”

At Dylan’s words, Mia, as always, raised the corners of her mouth and showed a gentle smile.

“Of course, I promise.”

She nodded with a face full of trust that anyone would believe.

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