“Raven, I would like to walk around the garden in the day. I wish to see fresh flowers blooming under the sun.”

“Let’s make a greenhouse, then.”

“Yes?”

“If you light the greenhouse from the inside, you won’t be envious of the bright daylight.”

“Can I go to the greenhouse alone, then?”

“No.”

“In that case, I’ll make sure to take Lili and Pillen with me.”

“No, you still can’t.”

Raven was as stubborn as a mule. He was not an inflexible man, just that he was rather too strict when it came to the question of Molitia.

“Also please, not more than just a layer of blanket. These were the conditions that are supposed to change when I’m no longer ill.”

“I really am healthy—already.”

Raven’s eyes straight away narrowed at Molitia’s remark. He peered upon her body that was all bundled up with a bunch of clothings.

“You’re too thin to be called healthy. Look at this wrist, and this waist of yours.”

Along with his words, his hands started to run across her body. His hands then kneaded her wrist while touching her waist. Her waist was slender as ever while being bound by a soft waistband.

“Your cheeks have gotten even slimmer.”

His hand travelled up to Molitia’s cheek. Then, he pulled her wrist slowly to reach upon his very own lips.

“I think that the only thing that my fingertips could feel is the bone.”

His hand traced down and prodded into the skirt that was covering up to her knees.

“Yes…”

Molitia trembled as Raven’s hand had stroked her bare thigh. He pierced through her tightly closed thighs before gently nudging against her inner thighs. Molitia was laying naturally on the bed as Raven’s hand proceeded a little further.

“Only this place—right here—makes me feel that finally, the flesh is firmly attached.”

His fingers that were touching her thighs, brushed against her underwear. Molitia straight away twisted her waist at the giddy sensation that was buzzing at her lower abdomen.

Her underwear that was one of the only coverings that hadn’t been thick enough was too thin to stop his intrusion. Her face got heated up easily as his hand poked around further.

“Ah…”

The warmth of his hand seeped through where he had rubbed against her underwear. He didn’t plunge in, but just prodded with his finger instead.“Isn’t that right?”

Raven’s black eyes were locked onto her. His lowered eyes were gazing straight upon her flushed red face. Her eyes intensified as they fully embraced him while she quickly huffed.

“Huh, oh, Raven.”

In the midst of the scorching heat, Molitia held his hand as she begged. When his hands stirred even faster, she unwittingly opened both of her legs while clinging onto his fingers.

As soon as his thumb was pressed down intensely onto her swollen flesh, Molitia’s upper body had immediately raised itself to the fullest making her fluids trickled down from her folds to soak the thin cloth—without a hitch at all.

Immediately after Molitia had breathed out, he pulled his fingers from her rear before fixing her skirt back in order. Only after he saw how the long skirt had covered her up till her calf, then he gave her a kiss on the forehead.

“It’s already time to sleep.”

Once again.

It was due to this austere behavior of his, which had confirmed Molitia that her husband was somehow ill. He hadn’t been making love to her ever since she got sick.

It wasn’t that he didn’t touch her at all. But rather, he didn’t go all the way—just like tonight.

Why in the hell, though?

Molitia recalled their state of affairs before the time she had gotten sick. Raven acted ravenously by embracing her day after day. Even then, he still seemed unsatisfied as he craved for more.

When that kind of person ceased to behave like that all of a sudden, Molitia couldn’t help but to feel quite anxious.

Plus, it didn’t end with just that. At some point, he began to make use of his own bedroom as he would disappear from hers after she had fallen asleep.

The fact that he had been sleeping in his own bedroom was also informed by her servants.

She heard that there would be no such reason for a person to unexpectedly have a change.

‘No way… is he tired of me already?’