Duke, Please Stop Because it Hurts-Chapter 63

Raven suddenly frowned once her cheeks sunken with her quiet laughter.

“Have you eaten?”

“Yes.”

“Is this really the belly of a person who had already eaten?”

Raven stroked her flat lower abdomen as he grimaced. His voice abruptly rose as he held her wrist carefully in case it might get fractured all of a sudden.

“Why are your wrists so thin? Are you sure you’ve eaten properly?”

“That’s…”

“Butler!”

“Master!”

The butler straight away rushed towards Raven’s irate voice, only to find how Raven was busy fiddling with Molitia’s fumbling wrist.

“Prepare some food for my wife. Anything healthy would be better.”

Molitia’s jaw dropped at her husband’s command. But didn’t she just eat?

“Raven.”

Raven turned to the sound of Molitia’s voice. The butler had been standing by his order for quite some time.

“I really had eaten. It doesn’t show much, but I had enough to eat. So, it’s truly okay.”

She had taken her medicine as well. Still, Raven couldn’t take his eyes off her as she mumbled. His wife seemed to have shrunk as she was confined in bed for a long time.

“No way. Eat a little more.”

“But”

“Just eat a little.”

Molitia quickly nodded as she wouldn’t know what could happen with the way he looked at her at that moment. He realized his act a little too late as regret started to seep into him.

Raven’s coercion, as well as his helplessness, was quite unfamiliar. Something seemed to enter her mind, but she couldn’t really put a finger on it.

As soon as the butler appeared at the parted door, Molitia’s mouth went wide-open. Apparently, those who had just dined with Molitia were the ones carrying a load of food for her.

A bowl of tarator soup, a dish of casserole, and even an unfamiliar type of meat along with some other sort of soup. It was not until the small table was filled with dishes that the butler only withdrew himself from the bedroom.

‘What the hell.’

Molitia immediately wondered if she would be putting on weight, just like a plump pig.

“Go on.”

At Raven’s words, Molitia picked up the fork before slowly inching towards the food. The mouth-watering smell was permeating through her nose, but that was just it. Her stomach had already declared how full it was until it could no longer contain anything more at all.

“Raven, I can’t eat anymore.”

“Just try one more bite.”

“I’m already quite sick of eating.”

“Just one piece of grape.”

“Um…”

Raven’s words left her hesitated for a moment. It seemed like she’d be able to eat one, but the moment she allowed that to happen would then continue as an endless cycle that could never stop with just one.

Raven rose from his chair as he saw her hesitation. Gazing upon the frightened figure of Molitia, he straight away kissed her with a piece of grape in his mouth.

“Huh…”

As he licked her small lips that let out a moan, he quickly plunged his tongue inside. His tongue slithered in along with the grape as he pressed down her tongue, allowing it to flow with his saliva.

“It’s going in well.”

His lips parted from hers before he brushed his glistening lips with his thumb. His saliva and the sour taste seemed to linger in her mouth.

Molitia was terribly nervous, but Raven hadn’t been forcing her to eat after that. Only after he had confirmed how she had absolutely lost her will to move the fork in her hand, that he finally took back the food.

She leaned down quietly. She could no longer eat anymore. Plus, it seemed that if she were to open her mouth at the moment, food would definitely spill right out.

It was not until Raven saw how her petite hand had rested on her belly, that he finally eased up his tensed brows.

“If you get hungry later, feel free to tell me. It’s not like I can’t take any responsibility for your meals.”

“Okay.”

Perhaps in the near future, Molitia would never bring up the topic about food first.

“What did the doctor say?”

“She said that you don’t have to worry anymore. I’m completely cured already.”

Molitia said so, with a brief moment of hesitation as she continued.

“I’m sorry to have troubled you.”

“What the hell are you talking about? Don’t you worry about me and worry more about your own self. I….”