The Young Male Protagonist Who is Destined for Ruin Fell for Me - Chapter 126

Kylean Chaeild Was Not an Easy Man to Serve.

He was a perfectionist who tolerated no mistakes and a man who exercised complete control over his family’s vast wealth and power.

But now, standing before Paul Remian, the head of Chaeild’s medical division, Kyle looked as if he had just been struck by lightning on a clear day.

“So, what you’re saying is…”

“From now until the Duchess safely gives birth, all intimacy is strictly forbidden.”

“…”

Kyle tried to nod in understanding, but his dazed expression betrayed his inability to accept reality.

Seeing this, Paul patiently explained again.

“Frequent and vigorous activity in the later stages of pregnancy increases the risk of preterm labor.”

“It was neither frequent nor vigorous…”

“For reference, Your Grace’s definition of ‘frequent and vigorous’ is irrelevant. Based on the frequency and duration you reported in the questionnaire, it is indeed considered excessive from the mother’s perspective.”

“…”

He had been holding back, endlessly holding back and yet, even that was too much.

Kyle suddenly felt so wronged that he considered going to church to repent.

“Let’s go over this again. The Duchess is due to give birth in two months. The reason she isn’t showing as much as what’s recorded in medical books is because this is her first child.”

Paul pointed at Amel’s health records, going through them one by one.

“There are no major concerns in her results, but as the heat continues, we must be extra cautious. You are well aware that the Duchess is sensitive to heat.”

“…”

“Your Grace, with all due respect, this is not a matter up for debate. For the sake of a safe delivery, we ask for your cooperation.”

The bedroom was already cool, but Kyle had no desire to act like an immature husband.

After much difficulty, he forced himself to say,

“…I will not touch her.”

‘I can endure this.’

Amel had been carrying this child for ten months, enduring countless discomforts and inconveniences.

Not being able to satisfy his desires for a mere two or three months—that would be nothing but childish complaining.

This was for Amel Chaeild.

For their baby.

Kyle clenched his fists, trusting in his self-control.

Three Days Later.

Kylean Chaeild sighed deeply, drowning in despair.

Since being sentenced to abstinence by the head physician, time had slowed to an unbearable crawl.

Of course, even if Amel allowed it, he had no intention of risking her health. That would be reckless for both her and the baby.

The problem was that his self-control—which he had so much faith in—was now utterly failing him.

At this rate, even a simple kiss from Amel could destroy his reason.

Perhaps it was human nature—the moment something was forbidden, he desired it even more.

After assuring the doctor that he would ensure Amel got plenty of rest, Kyle suddenly found her scent even sweeter.

Because of her growing belly, he had to sleep behind her every night, wrapping his arms around her.

Of course, Kyle never actually slept.

Holding his wife securely while ensuring that no part of his body actually touched hers was a nightly battle.

‘…This position is far too suggestive.’

The logical solution was to sleep separately—or at least, sleep apart on the same bed.

But that was unthinkable.

And when her soft hands overlapped his, resting on her round belly, his entire body would lock up.

‘We really should’ve discussed her habit of stroking my hands sooner.’

But the hardest part of all was that he couldn’t see her face.

Without mind-reading abilities, he had no way of knowing if his wife, resting in his arms, was smiling peacefully or merely waiting for sleep to claim her.

Kyle wished, more than anything, for Amel to never suffer even a moment of discomfort.

But at the same time, he desperately hoped he wasn’t the only one struggling with the desperate urge to be close.

‘I’ve lost my mind.’

Kyle shut his eyes, trying to force himself to think of nothing.

But the moment his eyelids closed, he saw not darkness—but Amel’s green eyes, gazing at him.

“Kyle, are you okay?”

His eyes flew open.

Amel was right in front of him, smiling sweetly.

Only then did he feel like he had returned to reality.

The Duke and Duchess of Chaeild had been following the physician’s advice and taking light walks around the estate.

Right now, they had paused to rest.

Amel had finally grown accustomed to the leather chairs and cashmere cushions prepared by her father-in-law.

Kyle, however, absentmindedly thought about something else.

If he walked behind her now and gently swept her hair aside, he could see her bare neckline…

“Kyle?”

“…!”

Kyle snapped back to reality like a man struck by lightning.

He needed to come up with an excuse for why his face was suddenly burning.

But then, he looked at her again.

Because it was hot, and because they were inside the manor, Amel was wearing a thin summer dress.

It revealed every delicate curve of her body.

And those soft, red lips—

“Kyle?”

“…!”

Kyle realized.

He was doomed.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t think pure thoughts.

His mind raced, searching for something—anything—to ground himself.

But then, Amel took his hand.

Her fingers were warm from holding a tea cup.

Her fingertips, slightly flushed, looked like they had been stained by flower petals.

“…That warm hand…”

‘Get a grip, Kylean Chaeild. If you act strange, she’ll notice immediately.’

Kyle clenched his fists, forcing himself to imagine calming things.

The peaceful sea.

A gentle breeze.

A ship with fully unfurled sails.

Just him and Amel, alone at the bow—

Thud.

Kyle’s grip weakened, and the storybook he had been holding slipped from his hands.

Up until that moment, he hadn’t even realized he had been holding one.

Kyle was utterly defeated.

Meanwhile, Amel blinked innocently, her deer-like eyes filled with pure curiosity as she asked,

“Why is my husband acting like this? Do you have a fever?”

And yet, his wife, completely oblivious to his suffering, was now checking his temperature.

The same hands that had touched him thousands of times before gently brushed his hair aside, bringing her face closer.

“Sister. Please…”

Kyle pleaded as she pressed her forehead against his, attempting to check his fever.

By now, their baby was probably smirking inside her belly.

But Kyle had no way to resist.

The realization that he had surrendered to his lack of self-control was humiliating—but this was the best he could do.

Amel observed his reddened ears and eyes, flushed as if he had been overheated with excitement, and then mused,

“Since His Grace seems unwell, perhaps I should head home early today.”

A mischievous smile curved at the corner of her lips—one that Kyle completely failed to notice.

Toying with someone was wrong.

Amel knew that.

She also knew that her recent behavior had been absolutely wicked.

But she couldn’t stop.

“…How could I, when his reactions are this adorable?”

It had all started as a simple joke.

During a tea party, she had overheard a countess lamenting about her husband.

Her husband had cheated—and the countess, blaming herself, had scolded herself for not noticing his waning affection sooner.

Other noblewomen consoled her, offering a particular piece of advice that piqued Amel’s curiosity.

“If you want to test his feelings, try subtle skinship. If a man’s heart has truly strayed, he won’t react—not in the slightest. No quickened heartbeat, no change in expression.”

At first, Amel thought it was irrelevant to her.

After all, she could read minds with her Arethe.

But then, the next day, she overheard a peculiar rumor—

Kyle had declared abstinence.

That night, without thinking much, she simply toyed with his hand.

And then—

The man who had been holding her from behind flinched and subtly backed away.

She clearly heard him gulp.

“No. I can endure this.”

“Why is this happening on the first night of my trial?”

“…Does she want me as much as I want her? I hope so.”

For some reason, hearing his inner turmoil calmed her.

So, she did it again.

She stroked his fingers, wore scented oils, brushed against him subtly—all to provoke him.

She knew it was wrong—

But seeing him jump in surprise every single time was so satisfying that she couldn’t stop.

“Let’s be honest. There’s nothing more entertaining than teasing my hot-blooded husband.”

With a devilish grin, she waited for him to enter their bedroom.

Before long, Kyle appeared, his white shirt buttoned all the way up to the collar.

“Is this what it feels like to be a wolf luring an innocent lamb?”

Slowly, Amel shifted positions, moving closer to his side.

She patted the space she had just warmed.

“I warmed up your spot for you, Kyle. Thought you might get cold.”

It was the peak of summer, and yet, he visibly stiffened.

Seeing his throat bob as he swallowed, she felt immense satisfaction.

As they lay side by side, Amel rested her head on his arm.

Then, as if she weren’t aware of his suffering, she casually unfastened the top button of his shirt.

Just as expected—

His body locked up like stone.

“Aren’t you hot? You should sleep comfortably.”

“…I think there’s still soap left on my neck. I’ll go rinse off.”

Kyle bolted out of the room.

Amel, ignoring her own drowsiness, burst into laughter as she watched him flee.

The reflection in the mirror revealed a smirking little devil.

“I should stop here for tonight.”

Before long, Kyle returned.

The moment she nestled beside him, any thought of a cooling pillow became irrelevant.

Running her fingers along his chest, she whispered,

“I love you. I know this is sudden, but… I like knowing that you always want me. Because I feel the same.”

“Why is she saying that now?”

“I need to wait until after the baby is born. I just have to endure a little longer…”

“…Still, it’s nice to hear.”

“Hard to endure, but nice.”

Kyle rubbed his face, forcing himself to hold it together.

Seeing his bright red ears, Amel couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re not going to say it back? Our baby wants to hear it.”

“…I love you.”

“Hmm… do you really?”

“…I think I left something in the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

The moment he tried to escape, Amel wrapped herself around him and refused to let go.

His cool skin and the soapy scent of his freshly cleaned body were so nice that she snuggled in closer.

“Kyle, you look exhausted. Should I help you?”

“…!”

Amel had found her new favorite pastime—

Teasing her young, flustered husband.

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