The Price of Breaching the Contract - Chapter 88

The next morning, Yulania woke up late. The sunlight filtering through the curtains gently warmed the room, but her heavy body still felt languid. She pulled the blanket back up to her chin, burying herself in the soft bed. It felt as if her whole body was filled with cotton, sinking dully.

Last night, she had laid side-by-side with Santia, chatting until dawn. She didn’t check the exact time, but she remembered talking until very late. And then the memory faded vaguely.

‘I must have fallen asleep without realizing it.’

She remembered laughing as Santia shyly gave her a gift, and they talked about the garden Yulania had designed. The stories were so trivial that she had already forgotten what they were about. But she definitely remembered how cozy that time was.

Thinking that, Yulania turned slightly to her side. And then she realized that the spot where Santia should have been lying was empty.

“Huh?”

She stared at the spot for a long time with her still sleepy eyes, then buried her face in the pillow. He always woke up earlier than her and went out. She felt relieved at the thought that he must have gone out for a while, but at the same time, she felt strangely empty.

She raised her hand over the pillow and slowly brushed back the hair tickling her eyes. Usually, she would have gotten up around this time, but today her whole body felt limp. It was as if the blanket was holding her and wouldn’t let her go.

Just then, the door opened silently. And with the sound of cautious footsteps, the familiar sound of wheels rolling entered the room. Yulania, taking in the source of the sound, opened her mouth in surprise.

In Santia’s hands was the silver trolley that Yulania saw every morning. It was the one Vanessa used to bring to her every morning at the castle, but seeing a man twice her size pushing it in made her laugh involuntarily.

“Santia! When did you prepare that?”

Not only the trolley, but inside were neatly folded towels, a silver tray, and even lotions and tools for styling her hair. Everything she had used at Makari Castle yesterday morning was there, without a single thing missing.

Santia’s eyes slightly reddened at her reaction, and he stretched his lips into a smile. The expression spoke more than words.

“Were you awake?”

“Just now.”

Yulania narrowed her eyes and looked at him, then smiled gently. Santia, who had stopped walking for a moment at her words, pushed the trolley again and approached the bed.

“This is also one of the gifts.”

“I like it the most.”

Yulania watched his movements with laughter in her eyes, then slowly placed her hand down and tried to get up. Santia reacted immediately.

“Didn’t I say I would attend to you, Princess?”

The playful title felt even more affectionate, tickling her heart.

“Yes, Duke.”

Yulania quietly lay back down. She was very excited to see what Santia would do.

While she quietly chuckled, Santia came to her and gently wrapped his arms around her waist. Then, his other hand carefully supported her from behind. And then, very slowly, he lifted her up and pushed an extra pillow behind her back.

“Are you comfortable?”

“Yes.”

Yulania nodded lightly and leaned back. She closed her eyes and took a breath, then suddenly remembered something.

“You did this before.”

Santia paused as he was about to take out a towel at her words.

“The day we were driving through the rain from the capital. You gave me a wet towel when I was about to ring the bell.”

He tilted his head as if lost in thought for a moment, then nodded.

“I remember.”

“You were kind back then too.”

Yulania trailed off, looking at Santia.

“But it’s very different from now.”

At those words, Santia met her gaze head-on and smiled. Then, unfolding the wet towel, he solemnly declared.

“Now, let’s begin.”

His tone was somewhat playful, but his hand movements were endlessly meticulous and serious. He picked up a steaming towel from the trolley, folded it neatly a few times in his palm, and brought it close to Yulania’s face.

Yulania sat back against the pillows, quietly watching his movements, then chuckled softly. The fact that Santia had thought of and prepared this was ticklish and funny, and she couldn’t stop laughing.

“You look so determined.”

“Of course. How important do you think it is to attend to you?”

With those words, he slowly began to wipe her forehead. The moment the warm towel touched her skin, Yulania closed her eyes slightly. The soft and careful touch moved along her forehead, and the warmth and sensation seemed to seep deep into her body.

Now that her belly was quite protruding, it was rare for her to wash her face directly with water as she used to. It was difficult to bend over.

Santia followed the routine she did every morning. His affectionate touch slowly swept across her face. He slowly wiped her forehead and then paused.

Soon, a ticklish sensation touched the spot where the towel had passed in the middle of her forehead. Santia finished the spot he had touched with a very light and soft kiss.

Yulania opened her eyes in surprise, and Santia smiled as if it were nothing. He continued the towel down.

Next was the tip of her nose. The moment the towel carefully moved along the bridge of her nose and stopped, a small, ticklish kiss was gently placed on it this time as well. Yulania couldn’t help but cover her mouth again.

“Santia, is this a face wash, or—”

“Didn’t I say it was a gift?”

His answer was so firm that Yulania burst into laughter. It was as if she had become a child and was playing a prank.

Soon, Santia moved his hands to her cheeks. The warm towel wrapped around Yulania’s cheeks as if drawing a circle, and a very small and light kiss followed along the edge.

Left, and right. It was a kiss that landed like a bird’s beak brushing against feathers. Yulania tilted her head back and took a small breath. His touch was soft, and the kisses were playfully light, but her body remembered his sensual touch.

“Santia, if you keep doing this.”

But unable to express it in words, Yulania vaguely ended her sentence with a sigh.

“Do you dislike it?”

“No, it’s not that, it’s just.”

Yulania hesitated and finally burst into laughter again.

“I just mean it’s too good.”

After the face wash, a similar thing continued with the hairbrush. No, it was even worse.

Santia casually held the brush in his hand and lightly swept Yulania’s hair. The long, glossy golden hair flowed softly from his fingertips. At first, it seemed like he was really just brushing it neatly, but that was only for a moment.

He held the brush and touched his lips very lightly near the crown of her head, as if by mistake. Once, twice, kisses continued here and there on her hair, and at some point, he completely stopped brushing and ran his fingers through her hair.

It was hard to tell whether this was a gift for Yulania or an act to satisfy Santia’s own desires. Yulania shuddered as his fingers caressed her sensitive scalp.

“Santia, this isn’t brushing.”

“Is that so? That’s strange. I thought I was brushing.”

He put on a serious face again, picked up the brush, and slowly swept Yulania’s hair. Then, he gently touched his lips to it again. And very naturally, he put his knees on the bed and took a seat behind her.

Apart from his mischievous touch, he was surprisingly delicate and careful. The feeling of treating each strand of hair with care had a calming effect.

While making a braided hairstyle by dividing her hair into small sections, Santia occasionally pretended to tidy up the hair next to her ear and swept it back with his fingers. Then, again, he nonchalantly left a kiss on her ear.

“It tickles.”

It didn’t take long for heat to build up in Yulania’s playful laughter.

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