The Werewolf King's Bride

Chapter 268: Returning Late

(From Demetrius's Perspective)

It was evening when my wife returned. She did not say when she would return when she left. But I did not think she would stay out for this long.

A maid told me that she returned since I had told her to do so. I stood in front of the open door of her office, watching her hurriedly assorting some documents and talking to her personal mage and knight.

"You know which documents are in the file, right?" she asked while hurriedly checking them again.

"I don't actually think there is a reason for me to remember them since Your Highness is sending a letter along with the file," Flint muttered. "But since I am genius, I remember them quite well."

"You are very arrogant, really," Perita grumbled.

"I am very angry at Her Highness because she did not take me along. You all had fun and only I had to stay behind," he said.

"Quit it and take the documents. I brought a cake for you, so don't whine," Blue said and shoved the file in his hand. "And do not fight with the Prime Minister's son."

"I won't if he doesn't piss me off," he grumbled. "That fucker is annoying!"

"Just don't. It's an order," she said.

'Who will say that they are not her kids?'

"Perita, if he tries to do something childish, smack him behind his head so he would faint," she said, looking at her knight.

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Huh! I will win," Flint said.

"Just go already. Or, I will pull your ear."

"Such brutality... Yes, I am leaving, Master," he nodded.

"Stop calling me master!"

"Yes, Master... I mean, I won't, Your Highness."

Finally, they left. How childish could they be? More importantly, how did my wife even create such a work atmosphere? It was like they were her kids and she was telling them to behave. They were childish, but also listened to her and did their work well. Actually, the team she made was kind of impressive.

I had never seen someone working so quickly. But all of her employees did. And she was leading them just right.

"Haa, so stressing...," she sighed, placing her palms on the table.

"You look tired," I said as I entered her office.

"Ah, Dem... Yes, I am...," she smiled faintly.

We refrained from talking about that day's incident. I heard she was almost attacked again. She did not look that afraid, but I was. If it was not about her life, I would not react like this. The boy that attacked him that day did not have any connection with anyone. He attacked her because of his personal grudge against the current rulers.

After that incident, nothing happened again. When she wanted to go out again, I was still afraid. But I let her go, seeing the look in her eyes. Somehow I knew that if I said that she could not go, she would not argue, but her eyes would turn dead.

"I'm sorry. I am late," she said. "After Ruby's fitting, we went to a nearby cafe. Iris said it was famous and the food was amazing. I bought cakes for us, by the way. Let's have them after dinner, hm?"

"Did you just go to the cafe?"

"No," she shook her head. "We did a bit of shopping as well. I have never gone shopping with my friends before, so I was excited. I bought some weird-looking things, like pens with a moving skeleton on the cap, a fluffy cat shaped plushy, and so on. I will show them to you."

She looked excited. And all I could think about was that she was finally back. Whenever she was not in front of me, I would feel that she was going far away from me and she would perhaps not come back. It was a painful thought, but I could not stop thinking about it. Looking at her now, I felt relieved.

"What happened to your foot?"

"Oh, that? I somehow cut myself... I don't remember when. Abel noticed and put a bandage on me," she replied. Thankfully, I told him to carry bandages and ointments with him whenever he would be on the duty to guard her.

"Let me see it," I said and bent down in front of her.

"Don't lick it."

"Why not? I will just heal it."

"It's not a place you should lick right now. I mean, I took a shower, but not now."

"I licked this place when we were having sex last night and even this morning. What's the problem now?"

"Just don't do it," she muttered, turning bright red.

"But..."

"Please, listen to me."

I sighed. Älright. I still don't know why you are refusing."

"You don't have to. By the way, are you going to work now?"

"No. Why?"

"Then stay with me," she muttered. "It's... it's sometimes a bit lonely to work alone. I mean, I won't force you. If you don't want to..."

"I want to," I said, cutting her off. "What about I massage your shoulders? You did mine yesterday."

"Well, if you want to... It feels good, so I won't refuse," she chuckled.

How amazing would it be if we remained together forever? I was sure that I would never grow tired of her even if we lived together for eternity. But I was always worried about what if she grew tired of me someday. Perhaps it would not happen in a year or two. But what about after a few years? What if she grew tired of me?

In that case, I needed to make sure that she would never grow tired of me. I would just love her even more, so she could never think of finding happiness anywhere else.

She sat down in her chair, taking her top off. She was wearing pants and a full-sleeved top. My perverted mind thought she was naked underneath the top and wanted to do something fun all of a sudden. But proving me wrong, I found that she was wearing a sleeveless white top inside.

"It's kinda hot. And I think I would feel better this way," she said. "Why are you sighing?"

"Don't mind me. Something just did not go as I planned."

"You are being weird," she muttered under her breath. "Ah, where did Flint put the copies? Oh, found them..."

I started massaging her shoulders, standing behind her chair. She was so soft that I always wanted to touch her. She was getting better at swordsmanship. Along with that, her senses were getting very sharp. So, these days, if I tried to touch her somewhere private unexpectedly, she would catch my hand almost right away and glare at me. It was kind of cute.

So, I was looking for an opportunity to touch her like that again, dodging her hand. Of course, I would do it when there was no one around. I was okay with others hearing her voice a bit, but not see us do it.

"Ow, that place. I think it's a bit stiff there..."

"Here?"

"Yeah. Was I sleeping in the wrong way last night? I don't remember..."

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"Who knows? But I found you on my chest like usual this morning," I muttered. "Must be because of your practice. It can happen."

"Hm, that must be it."

In a moment, she looked very absorbed in work. After massaging her shoulders, I sat in front of her and watched her. In case she thought that I was bored, I opened a file in front of me. But rather than taking a single look at it, I was focused on her face and the way she worked.

Now, she got used to using quill and ink. She could write very fast now. Her handwriting was beautiful as well. She said that she did not like her handwriting, but I always found it cute, especially the way she wrote 'w'.

Her hair was not tied since it was wet a bit. After returning, she took a shower and surely did not get time to dry her hair completely. But it was not too wet. It would dry within half an hour or so.

'There it is. She is pouting again... And she says that she doesn't pout when she is doing something attentively.'

"Honey, it was a good thing we attended Berry's funeral, right? Well, her dead body was sent to her family after two days since she had died. Luc wanted to check more after all," she said. "Her family was devastated. It was very sad."

"She died doing her job. It was unfortunate, but we have done what we could," I said.

'She called me 'honey'. It's rare. But I am happy.'

"Yeah... The money we gave is enough, right?"

"It's the amount she would earn in three years," I said.

"Ruby said that it was a good amount. I think we did well," she said.

I wanted to tell her that she was doing more than a great job as the Queen. No other Queen had been as active as her. She was amazing, even without her knowing.