Moonlight Ball - Chapter 173

Although it was impossible to establish a physical relationship with Iris during her pregnancy, the temptation was undeniable. They might have appeared the same, but in reality, they held entirely different meanings. Sensing her was possible in any way imaginable. Sidrain held onto her waist.

“My love…!”

Iris whispered urgently, and Sidrain responded by placing kisses on her earlobe and cheek.

“Yes, yes. I’ll be careful.”

Sidrain gently laid Iris on the bed and began to undress her. Her clothes, already partially undone, easily slipped to the floor. It was a crimson dress. Like roses, the crimson fabric cascaded down Iris’s fair skin and pooled on the floor.

Sidrain hesitated for a moment as he gazed down at Iris. Her fingers were working on undressing him. Their eyes met, and she blinked with curiosity.

“Why?” Her eyes seemed to ask.

“Because I want to,” Sidrain murmured, his lips sucking gently on her neck.

“Mmm, yes!” Iris moaned, and her fingers continued to remove his clothes without hesitation.

“My lady, you’re exquisite,” Sidrain whispered once more. Iris did as she pleased, regardless of who he was or what he possessed. She had once thought of herself as both Iris and Rosemary. She could turn the legal world upside down with the best lawyers on the continent and, despite being ignorant about passion, could easily strip a man of his clothes if she desired. There was no need for excuses. Her every action felt audacious, as if it were second nature to her.

“I love you, Sid. Yes, yes!”

Leaving numerous marks of kissing on her faintly protruding belly, Sidrain began to explore her body. While her body easily became aroused, it might have been because of the pregnancy, or perhaps it was just her way of expressing love.

“My queen, tell me more. Hmm?”

Iris’s belly had not fully rounded out yet. Sidrain caressed it gently with his cheek. He kissed it, sucked on her flesh, fondled her breasts, and grazed her with his fingernails, making her shudder with pleasure. Her body responded readily, but perhaps it was because of the confession.

“I love you, Sid. Yes, yes!”

Sidrain left a multitude of kisses on her faintly protruding belly, and then he spread her legs. But in that moment, she hesitated. She didn’t open them, keeping her legs tense. Sidrain looked into her eyes and smiled at her flushed cheeks and trembling excitement.

Sidrain suppressed the words he wanted to say and lowered his head, his tongue grazing her thighs gently. When he looked up, Iris was still shivering in delight. Her elegant neckline was truly captivating.

Compared to Iris, the child meant nothing to him. The child was a complication, something that stood at the crossroads of Iris’s life and death. Even if Sidrain considered it his and Iris’s child, he couldn’t help but find the child irritating. He knew how easily he had regarded the child at first, how he had put Iris in great danger. It was something he couldn’t deny. Iris was an exception. The child could never be an exception. Sidrain didn’t feel the slightest hint of affection for the child growing within Iris. He was still oblivious to the child’s existence.

This is the current Sidrain.

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Their intimate encounter with the adversary had been long and sweet. Iris woke up in Sidrian’s arms, still in a daze. In the embrace of the man she loved, she heard tender whispers.

“It’s alright, Iris. Rest a bit more.”

Her voice was so gentle that she surrendered herself to the alluring clutches of slumber. If she had known that the bedroom door was open, and the courtiers, servants, lawyers, and other staff were watching them, she would never have done that. However, until dawn, she struggled in Sidrian’s embrace. Sidrian whispered lies like “just a little more” and refused to let her go. Enticed by his falsehoods, Iris drifted back to sleep.

Sidrian covered Iris with the sheet, all the way to the tips of her hair, and then briefly glanced at the doorway. His expression was half satisfied and half dissatisfied due to the interruption.

“What’s the matter?”

“The trial today…”

The boldest among them replied. Sidrian chuckled at Ruth de Rossa’s response.

“Postpone it.”

His voice was cold and stern. Everyone moved aside, leaving Ruth and the others behind, and the maids promptly closed the door.

Ruth was taken aback and instinctively touched her cheek.

Postpone the trial?