As My Husband Said, I Brought in a Lover

Chu.

After he kissed her loudly, he licked her upper lip and wrapped his right arm around her waist, pulling her close to him. Their stomachs touched as their breaths mingled in each other’s lungs. His tongue delved deeply between her parted lips.

Abandoning his usual polite demeanor, Edward invaded her mouth, acting lewdly and disrespectfully, intertwining his tongue persistently and roughly exploring her as if he were consuming her. He laid Luize flat on the bed and leaned over her, trapping her body beneath his.

Luize wrapped her hands around Edward’s back, wanting to be closer to him. As she arched her back to press against him, Edward ran his hand down her waist, responding by pressing his body closer to hers. Their upper bodies fully met, the air heated up rapidly, and the sound of friction between their delicate skin and mingling saliva filled the room like background noise. Occasionally, their voices and breaths mixed with the palpable heat, even through their thick winter clothes.

Luize felt as if his excitement was coursing through her blood, spreading throughout her body. Otherwise, how could a mere kiss make her body so hot? Every moment of physical contact with him was thrilling, boiling, and leaving her wanting more.

“

…” As their fervent kiss broke and their lips parted, Luize exhaled a long breath. A silver thread of saliva formed between their reddened lips before breaking.

Edward looked at her with darkened eyes. He lifted his hand from her waist and gently laid her down, cupping her face with his palm. His touch, filled with longing, caressed her cheek with his thumb and traced down her jawline with his fingers. “…I didn’t realize I would want to regain my memories so soon.”

Luize smiled faintly. “After Elliot said that, I started to feel a bit regretful too.”

“It’s frustrating not knowing how long it will take.”

“By the way, you said you’d be back soon, but quite some time has passed.”

His hand paused on her shoulder. “Did I say that?”

“Yes.”

“…”

It was strange. If he had been adept at magic before losing his memory, enough to predict his condition, he wouldn’t have lied. He wasn’t one to speak carelessly. So why hadn’t there been any sign of his memories returning?

“…Then, it should return soon.”

“I think so.”

As Luize tightened her arms around him, Edward’s lips curled up. After all, it hadn’t even been a month since he lost his memory, so there was no need to worry. He wanted to focus on their time together now.

Edward leaned towards Luize again. As her dense silver eyelashes lowered, and their lips were about to meet.

“Edward, are you in the room? It’s snowing outs—” Maxion opened the door and stopped mid-sentence. He saw Luize lying on the bed with Edward leaning over her, their lips almost touching. Both of them looked flushed.

“…”

“…”

“…I’ve intruded. I’ll remember to knock next time.” The door closed with a click.

“I really couldn’t hear any noise from outside.”

“Right…”

They both laughed helplessly.

* * *

Maxion, who was picking up his coat from the wall, spoke firmly. “Have a good night. I’ll see you when the sun rises.”

“It’s snowing heavily. You don’t have a reserved inn, do you?”

“It’s fine. There’s an inn in the village I’ve noted.” Maxion picked up his snow-wet umbrella.

Luize followed him, trying to dissuade him. “Maxion, it’s not a misunderstanding, but we weren’t going to do anything more. Whether you’re here or not, it’s the same, so don’t go. The snow is falling heavily. It’s already piled up.”

“…This much is fine.”

“Let’s reminisce about old times here, okay? Tell Elliot how we’ve been. I’ve always wanted to do that.”

“You can tell those stories by yourself… I don’t want to intrude.”

“It’s not an intrusion.” She stomped her feet in frustration.

Edward, watching them, snapped his fingers. As a strong rose scent filled the room, Luize looked at Edward in surprise. “What did you do?”

“I increased the snowstorm around the cabin fivefold. If you go out now, you won’t see an inch ahead.”

“…Lord Edward.”

“Let’s have a man’s talk tonight in the room you shared with Luize. I’m also curious about how you both lived here.”

“Are you okay with that bed?”

“It’s fine.”

With a sigh, Maxion sat down on the living room sofa, leaving his coat. His expressionless face clearly showed he was sulking.

Luize muttered softly, “He’s sulking…”

“He’s upset. I’ll calm him down tonight, so don’t worry too much.” Edward naturally wrapped his arm around Luize’s shoulder.

“I can hear you.”

“Did you hear that? That’s unfortunate.” He smiled.

“You’ve suffered in the snowstorm, so I’ll prepare dinner.”

“Since we can’t buy new ingredients, I’ll do it.”

“I’ve been reading cookbooks recently. With magic, I can make it quite plausible. Don’t worry.”

“Have you ever cooked yourself?”

“No, but I have the theory down perfectly,” Edward answered confidently.

At twenty, Edward faced constant assassination attempts. Poisoning was so common that he always kept a silver spoon with him. It was around this time that he became interested in cooking. Instead of risking his life eating food prepared by others, he decided to make his own. He mastered the theory in his early twenties and later used magic to create various dishes. Being a grand duke, it was inconvenient for the servants if he frequented the kitchen, so it was a hobby he enjoyed alone.

“I’ll just…”

As Maxion tried to get up, Luize grabbed his wrist urgently. “Sit down. You told me to trust you. Trust Elliot too.”

“Alright. I’ll leave it to you then.”

“Good.”

Edward snapped his fingers in the air and started cooking. Maxion, who had sat back down, checked his wrist. His healthy dark skin was rarely bruised, but the spot where Luize had grabbed was turning red and might bruise.

Seeing this, Luize spoke sheepishly. “Did I grip too hard? I was in a hurry…”

“I’m fine, but don’t grab others like that. You might break them.”

“I’m already careful with others because they’re too fragile. It’s hard to deal with them sometimes. If I argue, it could be serious. When I was young, I even almost killed you a few times in my sleep.”

“Yes, you did. Thanks to that, I’m used to ambushes, which helped in my mercenary and knight life.”

“If you could turn back time, would you still share a room again with me?”

“No. I’d rather sleep on this sofa.”

“That’s harsh.”

“Think about your roommate who had to sleep with the fear of dying the next day. You don’t know the anxiety of not knowing if you’ll wake up the next morning.”

“That’s true.”

Maxion looked between Luize and Edward. They were a perfect match in this aspect. Both were stronger and tougher than anyone else. Their strength and resilience were not just a matter of physicality; they were more like different beings.

“Still, Lord Edward won’t get bruised.”

“Right. I once gripped his hand tightly, but he was fine. I later realized it, but he seemed unaffected.”

“…Of course.” Maxion accepted it calmly.

Luize, who could break a wooden log with her grip, only felt comfortable enough to act naturally around Edward, who was currently cooking in the kitchen with an intrigued expression.

“You two match so well. To the point that I can’t help but send you off.”

“

?”

“When your parents aren’t here, I’m the one in charge… if you still consider me family.”

At Maxion’s words, Luize’s eyes widened. Then she smiled brightly. “Of course, you’re my family. If I ever get married again, I want to walk down the aisle with you.”

“…Right. Sorry, I missed the first one.”

“It’s okay. That’s all in the past.”

Luize laughed with a joyful voice. The family she had reunited with after a long journey was still warm and comforting.