The Dragon King's Substitute Bride

Chapter 30

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Tsuneo

The silence stretched for a moment. What was the plan? Morgan started to wrap my shoulder with bandages. Her gaze met mine.

"Let's get you settled back in."

Morgan nodded, her expression unreadable. Without a word, she helped me back onto the luxurious bedsheets, the cool silk a welcome contrast against my heated skin. The lingering warmth of her touch on my arm sent a fresh jolt through me, a bittersweet reminder of the interrupted moment.

As I sank back against the pillows, she began putting away the medical supplies, her movements brisk and efficient. Once finished, she knelt beside the bed and, with surprising ease, shoved the

medical kit under the ornately carved frame.

With a flick of my wrist, a wave of shimmering energy pulsed through the room. The pool of blood vanished. It vanished from my robe and hands. The robe mended itself.

"That was impressive."

I smiled.

"Think you can manage to play dead long enough?

I nodded and settled into my usual position. Before I closed my eyes, she slipped out of the pink robe, leaving just the thin, see-through middle layer and her slip. I shut my eyes, trying to block the image out of my mind, and push down my jealousy at the thought that he would see her like that. She ran a hand through her short hair, but her diadem remained in place as she opened the door.

"What do you want?" She asked. "And how dare you just barge into his room. Have you no respect?"

"You..." His voice turned sleazy. "What took so long?"

"What does it look like?" She asked. "I'm exhausted because I actually do work. If you want to take his spot, shouldn't you be working on taking on some of his duties?"

"There's at least one duty I'd like..."

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the only option in either

walking away from the door. She

assume you're an intruder: swing first,

oak door. The sound of her footsteps returned. My other eye remained closed,

That

I mumbled, unable to contain my

Then, I opened my eyes, and the heat in my veins turned boiling.

words pushed at my lips. Before I could form

out there. Did you

I nodded.

I'm starving. Rest,

left my bedroom. My eyes trailed her every movement, captivated by the elegant curve of her spine and the way the light cast shadows on her body. The air crackled with unspoken tension, a potent mix of desire and adrenaline. I was dead tired and turned on. It was hell. I lay back, blinking up at the ceiling. As I lay there, the throbbing pain in my shoulder, a dull ache compared to the

gaze drifted down, and a jolt of electricity shot through me. Her outer robe lay discarded on the floor. I bent

ache, I headed back to bed. Part of me was thrilled - she was here, with me, in a state of undress that spoke of a newfound closeness.

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alone, sent a dark

finally rasped, my voice thick with

out of the bathroom. I could tell she had only dropped the see-through robe. Her

"Yes?"

-

me back: a respect for her and a fear of smothering the fragile connection

played on her lips. "Like

amusement.

exactly what I mean," I grumbled, a wry smile tugging at the corner of my own lips. Despite the

me, and suddenly, she gasped. My gaze darted to her hands, where a thin red line marred the pale skin on her wrist.

this?" She dismissed it with a nonchalant wave of her

convinced. The thin line seemed too deliberate, too clean-cut to be a mere sewing. mishap. Rising on my elbow, I ignored the

commanded, my voice firm but laced with a newfound

under the bed and held her hand gently. A warmth bloomed in my chest as I started to treat her hand. "You should be more careful," I chided her gently, my gaze lingering on the delicate curve