Undercover Infiltration Duchess

Edmond’s Cooking (1)

Ezet also had a time when she thought being newlywed would lead to a sweet and fresh life.

But what is this situation now? Before and after marriage, there is no change in her and Edmond’s life.

To be precise, she would say that only the sex pattern is constantly changing, and there is no room for anything else.

“Ezet, are you exhausted? Have breakfast and sleep more.”

“No, I’m wide awake.”

“Oh, my God. Then you won’t tell me. Where……”

“Stop! Stop touching me! It hurts!”

Ezet curled up in fear that her husband would get tangled up again if he knew she was okay. Edmond’s keen eyes would see if she was really sick or not, but Edmond wouldn’t mess with her if she said no.

“Eat, Milady. I thought you didn’t eat much in the morning, so I prepared a simple meal.”

Before he knew it, Edmond put a tray on the bed, took a spoonful of corn soup, and pushed it to Ezet’s mouth.

“I can eat alone…”

“Shh. Open your mouth, Milady.”

It would be against the law to make that remark in a medium to low voice. Ezet opened her mouth with her red cheeks. The corn soup in the spoon was warm and sweet.

“Ezet, the unfinished novel you mentioned before. There’s a follow-up.”

“What? Really! It didn’t have a follow-up ticket for ten years, so I thought it wouldn’t come out!”

A novel that ended unfinished while reading as a child. For the first few years, she waited for the follow-up but later gave up and pushed it to the other side of her memory, and what does he mean by follow-up? Ezet was jumping with joy.

“Oh, my God. How could this happen? How did Edmond know the news?”

“I’ll let you know if you kiss me.”

Edmond closed his eyes and stuck his lips at her.

“I had corn soup.”

“Tell me what it tastes like.”

Even if she tries to avoid kissing, she has nothing to say if he responds so cleverly. Ezet kissed Edmond on the lips and sat down right away.

“Edmond, how did you know about the follow-up?”

“When you organized the library last time, you said you were sorry that the novel you enjoyed reading as a child was incomplete.”

Ezet was still young when she was at Viscount Harriet’s. She was reluctant to interact with people and didn’t go out much, but she liked books, so she frequently visited the city library and was acquainted with librarians at the library. Maybe in the fall of the year when she was 16. When the librarian heard that his wife was having a baby a little early, he asked Ezet for help with a blue face, and Ezet kept the key to go safely because she would be in the library for the day.

At that time, Ezet found that there were surprisingly a variety of people in the library and found out that there were works that had a vast number of enthusiastic readers among themselves.

Some sincere readers sobbed over when the back of the best-selling novel, which was discontinued, would disappear to build orange farming and set fire to the writer’s orchard, which had no follow-up work. What kind of writer was it that they looked through the book?

Ezet was utterly fascinated by the book and despaired that no more follow-ups were coming out.

She was walking around the library with Edmond, and she saw a familiar title after a long time, so she just said a word.

“…wait. Edmond? Don’t tell me…”

When he heard Ezet’s words, he didn’t find the author and blackmailed him into writing the follow-up. As Ezet looked at him with suspicious eyes, Edmond dodged.

“Edmond!”

“I wanted to give you joy.”

“You didn’t threaten them, did you? Forced writing can’t be normal!”

“No way. I’ve put in enough conditions to be motivated.”

He said 2,000 times the price of the food to an orange farm, saying he had no intention of writing anymore, and suddenly he got stuck in his room and started writing.

Of course, Edmond decided not to say anything because Ezet would be angry about spending money on useless things again.

“Am I such a discredited man?”

“So, don’t put Edmond and credit in one sentence.”

“An incompetent man who can’t even please the woman he loves. Okay.”

“No, that’s not what I meant!”

Ezet slapped Edmond on the shoulder. Edmond looked at Ezet with a slightly depressed look.

With a tingling sensation on her face, Ezet gently rubbed Edmond’s hit part.

“I’m sorry, Edmond. You did it for me… ”

“You have nothing to apologize for. It’s my lack of trust.”

“Really, in a subtle way.”

Ezet put her arms around Edmond’s neck and kissed him on the cheek and lips again.

“Thank you, Edmond, is there anything you want?”

“You.”

Edmond dismissed in one word without hesitation. Ezet blushed slightly, then stared at him with a coy look.

“Not like that, but something you want…”

After saying that, Ezet shut up. Edmond is the Duke of the Jaxen family who owns the most prosperous land on the continent. If he wants something, he can just buy it. There’s no way he’s ‘wanted things’ that he hasn’t got yet.

Ezet corrected the expression.

“Would you like to go somewhere with me, or want me to do something? Is there anything like that?”

“Anything you do is fine.”

“Not that kind of answer!”

Imagine hearing the answer ‘anything’ when asked what one wanted for their birthday. How embarrassing and hopeless it must be.