# 39
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Evelin opened her mouth slightly. At the same time, her face turned bright red. It was fortunate that it was dark as not all the lights were on.
“…What are you talking about all of a sudden?”
Unlike the disturbed Evelyn, Dyffryn showed no particular reaction.
'What is he doing...'
Despite his drunken state, Evelin was a little curious as to what prompted Dyfrin to say such a thing.
However, as if he had forgotten his ambiguous question, he said something completely different.
“…I want a massage.”
It would have been better to just treat him like someone who was drunk. It would be foolish to try to understand his actions now. Evelyn sighed.
"Not tonight. I'm a little drunk too, and you're pretty drunk."
“I have a terrible headache.”
“Take some medicine.”
"I drank too much. The medicine won't work."
'Why did he suddenly make so much sense?'
However, his eyes were clearly dull due to drunkenness.
Evelin looked at Dyffrin for a moment, as if enchanted. His disheveled appearance, so unlike his usual f, made her mouth go dry.
“…Okay, come to my room.”
'Yes, he said he had a severe headache.'
Evelin realized that Dyffrin's behavior was different from usual, but she wanted to ignore it. She convinced herf that it was because she was also drunk.
Devrin entered Evelyn's bedroom. His steps were surprisingly steady, as if he wasn't drunk at all.
When Devrin sat in a chair by the window, Evelin approached and stood behind him.
The atmosphere was different from usual. It wasn't just his condition; Rather, the air around them was different. Awkward, but it wasn't unpleasant.
“...I'll do it for a little while.”
Evelyn placed her hands on his shoulders and applied moderate pressure to his hard muscles. She could feel the hard muscles through the fabric.
Her gaze gradually dropped downwards. She saw his broad back. The contours of his body along his shoulder blades caught her attention. He had a great body, which was surprising considering the amount of time he spent sitting at his desk.
“It's wonderful. Just your touch makes my headache go away.”
replied Evelin, who was lost in surprise.
“…That's because I'm good at massage.”
“However, I feel particularly comfortable.”
“I'm just hitting the main points that affect your headache.”
“Let's leave it at that.”
'Maybe he wasn't drunk. Otherwise, how could he speak clearly and respond accurately?'
'I have to bear it at my own expense'
Evelin squeezed her hands harder, lost in thought.
"I'm curious. If your touch can make my headache go away... how about beyond that?"
Evelin's hands froze when she heard Devrin mutter. Once again, the danger signal flashed through her mind.
“...Enough massage. Go back to your room now.”
Devrin grabbed Evelyn's wrist. His long fingers slowly touched her skin.
“You seem to be getting close, but you never cross a line.”
Drunk Dyffryn was very bold and honest.
“That's why watching you makes me uncomfortable.”
The hand that had been gently caressing her skin suddenly grabbed her arm tightly. Then he pulled Evelin into his embrace.
Evelyn found herf sitting on his lap, her breath catching in surprise. This was unbelievable.
However, his breath and familiar scent made it clear that this situation was indeed real.
His face was uncomfortably close.
She felt confused and embarrassed, and her fingers moved awkwardly. She was sitting on a man's lap—Diffrin's lap, not anyone's. Since he was so drunk, she, being less drunk, needed to stay calm.
“…You are very drunk.”
As Evelyn tried to stand, Dyffrin pulled her arm again.
“Don't go.”
“Stay like this for a while.”
His voice sounded so serious that Evelin finally relaxed.
'Can people really change that much when they're drunk?'
Evelin felt embarrassed in his arms, and muttered.
“You said you wouldn't touch me at all.”
“That would be true if you had stayed calmly by my side. But you keep provoking me.”
“I never provoked you.”
“Evelyn.”
Hearing Devrin's low voice calling her name, Evelin looked up. She saw his blue eyes glow gently in the darkness.
"Don't try to leave. Stay by my side like this."
Evelin's lips opened slightly. His words sounded almost like a confession, causing her to regain consciousness slightly.
“Do you realize this sounds like you want me?”
Differin did not respond.
Evelin felt the strength drain from her body at his reaction. She felt like an idiot for taking things so seriously for a moment.
“I don’t know what you are trying to say now, but I will stay by your side and do my best to fulfill my role as your wife.”
Since it wasn't a serious question, Evelin didn't feel guilty about giving the wrong answer.
“…Including providing an heir?”
cough.
Evelyn let out a small cough.
“What are you saying suddenly?”
“Were you planning to end the dynasty of the Duchy of Leonok?”
“Who said he wouldn't touch me and that we would use separate rooms?”
“…An heir is a different matter.”
Evelyn felt annoyed. The man who usually avoided physical contact was now talking about the heirs.
“Diffrin, I thought you were a person with morals and dignity despite being cold, but considering the way you treat me as your wife, it seems that this was just a facade.”
“I'm just not someone capable of having your children.”
While Evelin spoke coldly and moved away from Devrin’s arms, he hurriedly stood up and followed her.
“Evelyn.”
“Ah, what now!”
Evelyn said angrily as she turned around.
“...I apologize for what I just said. It was a slip of the tongue.”
Evelyn blinked in surprise at Dyffrin's sincere apology. She didn't expect him to admit his mistake so easily.
"That's not what I wanted to say. It's just that I…"
He muttered.
“Ah...damn!”
Evelin was once again taken aback by his rare display of affection. How many times in his life had he shown such a rough side in front of others? He was a person who suited elegant looks and polite speech.
'Seeing him lose his composure isn't a bad thing either.'
She thought it might not be a bad idea to make him drink a lot if she wanted to surprise him.
“I was curious”
As his vague statement finished, Evelin asked again.
"curious…?"
Evelyn asked, her voice trailing off.
Without a word, Devrin approached and extended his hand towards Evelin’s face. His fingers touched her lips. When his thumb touched her lips, he caught a glimpse of the pink cream.
This action made Evelin’s shoulders tense, and at that moment, Differin pressed his lips to hers.
"Yes!"
Evelin gasped in surprise and tried to push him away, but he was quicker and grabbed her wrist.
Devrin explored her mouth as if to quench a deep thirst, and Evelin's mind quickly became foggy.
He was someone who considered kissing the dirtiest act in the world. This must have been his first kiss, and yet it was enough to leave her breathless.
She didn't even realize she was being pushed backwards step by step until her heel hit something solid. Her body lost its balance and there was nowhere else to go.
"Yes!"
I fell backwards. Devrin quickly reached out to cup her head. It was a meaningless gesture, as they landed on a soft bed anyway.
Evelyn quickly regained some composure after her sudden fall. The suffocating warmth surrounding her seemed to dissipate a little.
Devrin was still cradling her head.
"… Are you well?"
Evelin asked quietly, but there was no response. As she slowly moved away from his embrace, she saw his face.
His eyes were peacefully closed, and his soft lips were emitting steady breaths.
“He's asleep...”
The burning fire had suddenly died down, making her feel a little disappointed…
Evelin was surprised by her own thoughts.
"Disappointment? Disappointment! What a dangerous idea."
If Defrin hadn't slept, who knows where things would have gone. She should be grateful that he slept.
“Why did I accept that kiss so negatively?”
Evelyn stared at the sleeping Dyffrin. His handsome face looked like a finely crafted sculpture.
“…That’s because his face is a scam.”
Or maybe it was the magic of expensive alcohol.
Neither excuse was particularly convincing, so Evelyn raised her knees and buried her face in them.
Suddenly, Devrin's words echoed in her mind.
“Don't try to leave. Stay by my side like this.”
“What was he thinking when he said that?”
It was easy to dismiss it as a drunken delirium, but for some reason, she felt unsettled in her heart.