“How long do you plan to avoid me?”
The man trapped the woman in his arms in an instant.
Her delicate frame, her trembling body, and the sound of her breathing—all of it was sweet.
“Shall I lock you up from now on? It might be better to properly consummate our first night while we’re at it.”
It had started as a marriage of conquest, but he loved her.
In the end, the man made a selfish decision.
To monopolize this rose-like woman, sweet only to him.
“No matter what you say, there will be no divorce.”
Even if you wither, fall with me by my side.
So.
“Angelica Bernstein, don’t even dream of escaping.”
No matter how far you flee, your destination will always be my arms.
* * *
Meanwhile, Angelica Bernstein, the wife beloved by the man…
“Why! Why isn’t he pouncing on me, why! This isn’t an all-ages story, so why isn’t he doing it? Was my breathing too rough? Did he lose the urge once he saw me up close?”
She was deeply unsettled by the fact that Hugo wasn’t making a move on her.
But it wasn’t as if she could boldly approach him and eagerly seduce him either.
Because.
“Still, how am I supposed to have a normal conversation when my ultimate bias is right in front of me…?”
That’s right.
Hugo Bernstein.
He was the one and only ultimate bias Angelica had passionately loved even before she was possessed.
For a whopping 13 years, no less.
