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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were the only option in either

away from the door. She followed him to the

you're an

her footsteps returned. My other eye remained closed, but a sly smile played on my lips. Morgan, it seemed, was growing fiercer by

sorry. That was

to contain my amusement. "Nice

my veins turned boiling. She didn't reach for her outer robe, and the see-through robe

lips. Before I could form a coherent thought, she

out there. Did you

I nodded.

I'm starving. Rest,

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

jade and gold light cover it. My gaze drifted down, and a jolt of electricity shot through me. Her outer robe lay discarded on the floor. I bent down

a dull 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. But another part, a possessive, primal instinct, flared with anger. The

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that was rightfully mine alone, sent a dark scowl etching lines on my

finally rasped, my voice thick with

tell she had only dropped the see-through robe.

"Yes?"

-

I choked out, the single word encompassing a maelstrom of emotions possessiveness, jealousy, and a desperate need to claim her completely. But something held me back: a respect

of a smile played on her lips. "Like what?" She feigned innocence, her eyes sparkling

amusement.

corner of my own lips. Despite the seriousness of

her hands, where a thin red

nonchalant wave of her

to be a mere sewing. mishap. Rising on my

my voice

pause, she relented, extending her hand towards me. I summoned the medical kit from under the bed and held her hand gently. A warmth bloomed