My Disfigured Duke Husband Helps Me Plot My Revenge
Chapter 247: Relying on Her

Chapter 247: Relying on Her

Rather than staying in bed as she had been doing whenever Desmond got up in the morning, the duke found his wife climbing out of the warmth of soft blankets and going to one of the armoires as she stretched her tiredness away.

While he appreciated the view she was giving him with the thin chemise from how warm they kept the Queen’s Room at night, he wanted her to know she could rest while he worked. He knew that being in the capital was an inconvenience.

"Why are you getting up already?" Desmond asked, approaching his own armoire and finding clothes befitting of a duke and suitable to sit in another meeting for much of the day. "Stay in bed for longer, it’s going to be cold today."

To his surprise, Leonor turned to him with riding clothes in her hands and a jacket over her arms.

"I’m going to begin sparring with Quinn from today onward," she explained. "I need to build my stamina and make sure I’m not losing my skill."

Desmond had taken off his clothing and buttoned up his white undershirt as he spoke to his wife.

"Are these your words or Quinn’s?" he asked, wondering if she was being persuaded.

"He said them first, but I thought about it for a long time and decided that, if I am to be a mage who teaches younger mages about mana, then I must make sure that my skill is worthy of such a title," she admitted. "I laze around far too much. I think I’m gaining weight as well. You’ve spoiled me far too much."

Desmond’s smirk was less than innocent as he approached his wife.

"That’s all I’ve wanted for you," he admitted and placed his hands on her waist. "You may laze around as much as you want."

"You’re thinking something perverted," she resisted. "I just know it."

"If you gain weight, there’s more of you to grab onto," he uttered and kissed her forehead.

It was immediately met with resistance as she pressed against his chest and forced him to stay further away.

"That’s it!" she jokingly cried out. "I’m no longer eating sweets."

Desmond went forward, intending to hug her, but she quickly escaped him and went to the bathroom.

Before she could shut the door behind herself.

"For that, you’re not allowed to watch me get into my clothing," she insisted, her smile sweet but words so cruel.

Desmond finished dressing and he sat down on the cushioned bench, waiting for his wife to leave the bathroom. He put on his best sulking face and crossed his arms.

He hadn’t pulled on his hood yet and she could still see him clearly. The only time the hood was over his head was when he was walking outdoors or making the other meeting attendees comfortable.

He hadn’t been entirely transparent with Leonor about how he had been treated at a few of the meetings before the King could intervene. Since she wasn’t leaving the Queen’s Palace, he didn’t have to worry about anyone telling her. He hoped she still wouldn’t find out.

He would instead use Leonor to recharge his energy. The day before he returned too late for them to have more than a few words. She was already in bed, trying to stay awake for him when he arrived.

Soon enough, the door creaked open and his wife appeared.

Leonor returned to the room with everything except her riding boots and the jacket on. She would also put on a cloak but it was waiting for her by the front entrance of the Queen’s Palace.

She took note of her husband’s expression and crossed arms.

"What has upset you so early, my love?" she asked jokingly, knowing a pet name would pierce his heart as he tried to pretend to be mad at her.

"Being able to see your naked body was going to be the energy I needed to get through another day," he said.

She had the urge to smack him but she found herself biting back a grin and walking closer to Desmond.

"I can only spare you a few buttons," she uttered.

Her hands weren’t yet covered in gloves and she began undoing gold buttons one at a time. She only made it down mid-breast before she stopped. By that time, she was standing between his feet and smirking down at him.

Leonor then hugged him, sure to press his cheek against the opening of her shirt.

He relished in the warmth of her skin and the lightly scented cinnamon scent that emanated off of her. He, unfortunately, missed their bath the night before and had to settle with that.

Sneakily, he snaked his arms around her waist and he turned his head so his nose was firmly pressed into her generous cleavage. He breathed in as if she were his air and he wouldn’t survive without her.

"How will I face you today if you’re going to behave like this?" she whispered, surrendering to what she had started. "It’s very likely our paths will cross at least once today."

"Why is it such a bad thing if our paths cross?" he asked, nuzzling his face into her cleavage even deeper than before. One of his hands grasped her covered breast, though his thumb slipped underneath the edge of her partially unbuttoned shirt. "What will be on your mind then?"

He noticed her arms settled on his shoulders and her eyes were squeezed shut.

"This," she admitted.

Desmond grasped her wrists and pulled her down so she was sitting on one of his legs and he took that moment to find her lips.

She uttered something in resistance, but it was lost to him as he slid his tongue between her lips and he tasted her sweet mouth.

He was being a little more aggressive than he normally was and she hated to admit that it was doing something for her. Her heart was racing and her hands felt shaky. It became even worse when she felt one of his hands slide into her open shirt, over the half chemise, and gently grasp a soft mound.

She was no longer thinking clearly as she grasped the front of his outer coat, wrinkling the material but getting him as close to her as she could.

Eventually, she had to turn her head away and she leaned into him, hiding her face in his neck. She squeezed her knees together, begging her body to calm down. The freshly discovered desire was the hardest monster she had ever faced.

"This is what I’ll be thinking about," she uttered. "And I know you will be as well."

She knew because he was reacting to her just as much as she was reacting to him.

After that, few words were said because both of them knew they bit off a little bit more than they could chew that day.

Beth helped Leonor braid her hair and the duke and duchess walked to the palace with one another. She gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek as she left him but it was far less than she wished they were doing at that moment.

It was time to train and hopefully burn off the fire Desmond had created inside of her.