My Dear Husband, Let's Keep It Business-Like! ~Countess Anastasia, Raised in The Downtown, Won't Give Up Her Way~ - Episode 96

Well then… he stood up, hmm, and sat down.

Well then… I stand up, hmm, and sit down.

Well then… I stood up…

Oh no, at this rate, it will turn into a new type of workout.

Usually, by now, the Spirit Trio would have already made their usual comments, but tonight, they haven’t.

This exquisitely considerate feeling is so oddly ticklish.

While standing, I take a look at my reflection in the mirror.

The things prepared at the count’s residence, both the loungewear and the nightwear, are all cute, but I can still tell.

Tonight’s outfit is unusually intense.

Because it’s always more fluttery, or fluffy, or, um, skimpier… cough cough.

This is basically it. In the end, Marie must have figured it all out.

No good, thinking about it means losing!

If I accidentally let it become morning like this, it wouldn’t be a joke.

Eeeeee!! A woman has guts!!

When I forcefully opened the door to the next room, I locked eyes with my husband, who seemed to be wandering around in a half-hearted position by the bedside.

Damn it! Knock!!

“Ex-excuse me, sir! I-I got a bit carried away and came in without knocking…! I’ll come back later!!”

When I hurriedly tried to retreat to my room, my husband hugged me from behind even faster.

“It’s okay, so please don’t go.”

I get a shiver from the sound of my husband’s voice whispering in my ear.

It’s not the first time I’ve been hugged by my husband, but still, our defenses are down right now.

The parts of my husband’s body that I touched directly were more robust than I had imagined, and I felt faint.

The stimulation is too strong…….

I wonder if I can make it back alive…

As I nodded off while being held by my husband, he picked me up and carried me to bed.

As I desperately ruminated over the contents of the manual in my head, I thought I would be put to bed just like that, but instead, I was made to sit at the edge of the bed.

When I looked at my husband again, whom I couldn’t face properly because I was embarrassed, his slightly damp hair and flushed skin gave him a post-bath glow, and the allure of his robe, which was slightly open at the chest, was incredible.

W-when did you acquire such charm, my husband!?

The potential of beautiful people is scary!!

When I was frozen stiff with nervousness, my husband sitting next to me gently wrapped my hand with both of his hands.

“Ana, I think I was a foolish and stupid child back then. I promise I will never hurt you again, so could you let me redo that night—our first night together?”

Do it over…

“This is a political marriage. I have no intention of loving you.”

I remember the words my husband said to me that day.

Surely, if you ask other couples, they would say it’s the worst way to start.

Even so.

“I don’t want to. I won’t redo it.”

“!?!”

My husband is turning pale, as if he was shocked by my words.

“N-No, that’s not it! It’s not that I want to reject you, my lord…”

Because, surprisingly, I ended up liking it.

This story with my husband, which started from the worst.

“That way of starting… I think it was good because it was so much like us.”

“My husband, who declared, ‘Don’t harbor such an unworthy desire to be loved by me!'”

“I don’t need love, which is something formless. I’m not looking for it either,” I boldly replied.

Those two have piled up various experiences, overcome many challenges, and finally made it this far.

“Besides, um… if that day, my husband had accepted me with sincerity… I think we wouldn’t have ended up feeling this happy together. So, well, I guess you could say the result is what matters…”

I realized halfway through that I was saying something really embarrassing, and I hurriedly covered my mouth, but it was already too late.

My husband turned bright red up to his neck and looked at me with a somewhat tearful smile.

“Ana… I love you. I love you so much. Meeting you is surely the greatest fortune of my life. I will be grateful for it all my life.”

Because my husband hugs me tightly and firmly, yet gently, I decided to just let my body relax into it.

When I am enveloped in my husband’s warmth, the tension in my stiffened body gradually melts away.

After all, this is the place where I feel safe.

“I love you too, my dear.”

So, instead of starting over, let’s keep building on what we have from now on, shall we, dear?

Because the two of us have only just begun our married life—