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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even if you were the only option

heard him walking away from the door. She

assume you're an

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

sorry. That

mumbled, unable to contain

and the heat in my veins turned boiling. She didn't reach for her

lips. Before I could form a coherent thought,

Then, I'll be out there. Did you get a

I nodded.

starving. Rest,

desire and adrenaline. I was dead tired and turned on. It was hell. I lay back,

light cover it. My gaze drifted down, and a jolt of electricity shot through me. Her outer robe lay discarded on

grow to more than 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

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rightfully mine alone, sent a

my voice thick

could tell she had

"Yes?"

-

and a desperate need to claim her completely. But something held me back: a respect for her and a fear of smothering the fragile

of a smile played on her lips.

amusement.

mean," I grumbled, a wry smile tugging at the corner of my own lips. Despite the seriousness of the situation, a playful banter felt like a

sat beside me, and suddenly, she gasped. My gaze darted to her hands, where a thin red line marred the

with a nonchalant wave of her hand. "Just a

sewing. mishap. Rising on my elbow, I ignored

me see," I commanded, my voice firm but

me. I summoned the medical kit from 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