I'm Divorcing My Tyrant Husband

Chapter 26 - If she wants a night with me

Alexander first checked to see if Robelia had bought the items on this list.

This was done by a competent secretary, so I think it is unlikely to be a mistake, but it was just to be prepared for one case.

And, of course, the result is...

"As a result of investigation, the list on this receipt is correct for the items purchased by Her Majesty. Her Majesty even kept all of these items in the warehouse of the Imperial Palace."

In a report from a trusted source, Alexander touched his forehead.

'How on earth should I interpret this situation?'

He looked down at the evidence submitted by the informant.

On a neat silver tray... ... The article contained a very blunt and ȯbsċėnė object, an expression which seemed to resemble a certain part of a man's body without honor.

The atmosphere of the office full of dignity and the objects that emanate ŀust just by being placed were not very suitable, and the situation itself felt like a huge absurd play.

'According to my source, there is no evidence that Robelia met another man during her time as Empress.' Alexander began to think.

'Then, the conclusion that she bought these items... is also intended to be used with me is the most valid for now.'

As he was so thorough, it wasn't that she hadn't thought about the possibility that the purchase of this product itself was a mistake, but it was also very unlikely. No matter how much the Empress Robelia, she must have known the risk of going into an ȧduŀt store and buying a large amount of ȧduŀt products. In addition, it is reasonable to be aware of her other's gaze and get rid of them as soon as possible, but Robelia kept everything in the warehouse.

"A resourceful woman wouldn't think that much. Then, of course, the reason she bought this.....'

The wrinkles on Alexander's forehead deepened.

'Is it the conclusion that she wants a night with me?'

Of course, this wasn't a cool answer either. Even with that conclusion, there were still many questions that could not be resolved. For example, the question of why would she want a night with himself, who insists on divorce every day and refuses to even meet him anymore. But even that question had something to answer.

Alexander was aware of his sėxuȧŀ appeal. There have been countless women wanting a night with him. And he knew it wasn't because of the wealth and power he had, but purely because of the charm his body had. Since he was the 17th child of the Queen, who was pushed out to the back room and forgotten to exist in the palace, he has seen many women who had longed for his affection and body.

Even their origins and positions were diverse. Young-ae (lady), a married woman with a husband and children, and a woman who chased him for years to the point of stalking and demanded affection, was hurt and declared separation, and even clung to him again, saying she liked even one night's affair.

So maybe Robelia wanted a divorce, but it wasn't impossible to think that she wanted to stay in bed with him overnight. It may sound unlucky, but his charm was that much demonic.

'In an ordinary case, I would have been convinced of this possibility..... but the problem is that she is by no means a [normal] case'.

After all, no matter how much I worried, there was no clear answer. Though incomprehensible for Alexander, ŀust was a very powerful motive for ordinary humans. So, if he succeeds in reading out her intentions and dėsɨrės, he will be able to gain an advantage in negotiations with her. However, because she was so atypical, it was impossible to fully read her intentions with thoughts alone.

Thinking so, Alexander got up from his seat. The thick documents he had read and the evidence submitted by the informant were put down without regret. That didn't mean he gave up.

'One of the best ways to find out what someone wants is.....'

'I'll asking her directly.'

As it is, he headed to the Imperial Palace.

'If she wants a night with me.....'

Alexander thought as he walked through a corridor covered in silence.

'What kind of action should I take then?'

According to Alexander's plan, he was not allowed to hug any woman until his wish was fulfilled. It was of course the same with their own wives. That is why he had never slept with Robelia during the last three years of marriage. He quickly weighed the situation in his head.

His value that he involvement with Robelia as his partner, and the opportunity cost that he lose when he fail to keep his long-term plans. he had been weighing countless times until he got to this place, but it was always under extremely cold calculations and rational judgments.

Alexander was surprised to find that emotions, not his reason, were pointing to either arm of the scale.

'What the hell is this?'

I couldn't help but think of a while ago. The day I visited her bedroom. That night he offered her for the first time to become his own partner. Alexander was confused by some impulse he had for the first time in his life. In the striking gaze, between the tightly woven weft and warp yarns, he felt a powerful 'attraction' that cannot be expressed in words to the woman in front of him.

The greedy hair that waved red, the white thin neck that was revealed in the gap, the lips that turned red without makeup, and above all, the moment when I met her never surrendering eyes. His body was strongly looking for her body. Yes, then he certainly even let go of reason, even momentarily.

Of course, as soon as I was beaten with a pillow by Robelia, I was kicked out. As the events of that time came to mind, Alexander laughed. Then he raised one hand and put it on his lips. I couldn't forget her lips that touched this place for a moment. If I can take her thick lips, not just for a moment, but slowly enough, taking time to my heart's content.

If only I could lick, bite and suck in, take it as if it were mine, and combine it with my lips as if I was one from the beginning... So how good would it be? Then, I would not even think of the original plan, and I might have a sense of satisfaction that I could not get anywhere else in the world.

As Alexander walked with that thought, he realized that his body was getting hot. He was a reaction that did not go well with the rapidly freezing late autumn night. He found that just thinking that way was heating up his body. It was a body reaction that was never known before.

'That's weird.' Alexander thought.

It's supposed to be a distraction from this unplanned reaction... but I don't hate it.'

At that time, something welcomed in Alexander's eyes. It was Robelia's bedroom. Just looking at the door, he put a soft smile on his face. He was good at making a superficial smile, but at the moment he made a new sincere expression he didn't even know about. For a brief moment as he approached the door, he wondered how to open his speech to Robelia.

'No matter how much I come to ask, I can't get right down to business. She's determined but delicate, so approach her gently....' But then, an unexpected voice fell in his ear.

"Oh, this is really difficult."

It was neither the voice of Robelia nor of the maids she carried around. It must have been a high, soft tone because my voice was not turning yet. It was the voice of the man's slave.

"It's too much for me. I'm just a slave to Her Majesty. I'm just glad I can serve you by your side, but I don't think clothes that are too expensive for your means....…"

"Are you sure you won't take it? I ordered this outfit only for you. If you don't wear it, there's no one to wear it."

With just a few seconds of listening, Alexander grasped the whole situation and the mood. The initial surprise gradually turned into a hot and irrational feeling.

'Are you two having such a friendly conversation in the bedroom in the middle of the night?'

The fact that he was allowed to sit face to face in Robelia's bedroom and have a conversation with another man, not himself, made the heat boil in his stomach.

Even Robelia who didn't receive his own clothes gift, gave clothes to slaves!

The slave who was overly fortunate to him would not know how valuable it was.

'I let you slide, and you're climbing up without knowing the end.' Thinking so, Alexander opened the bedroom door.

"Oh, my!"

"Ugh!"

When I opened the door, Robelia looked at the colorful clothes on the floor and the clothes on the slave's body. There was really only Robelia and one slaves in the room. She didn't have a single maid watched.

It was amazing and my stomach was boiling. I felt a tingling pain as if I had been hit in the back of my head.

"I'm sorry to interrupt you in the middle of a good time. But I can't help but wonder at this sight..... What kind of escorts in the world are you having a private affair with the Empress in the bedroom at night?" Alexander was unaware that his face was hardening like never before.

A gloomy shade fell over his face. It wasn't just because his tall height was covering the light of the lights.

The slave knelt first.

"I really apologize. But your Majesty Robelia has done nothing wrong. Her Majesty just called with a pure heart to give me new clothes. If you would punish me, please punish me, who was confused without knowing the fountain. please."

"Caleb, you don't have to apologize. Get up from the floor." Robelia's voice was determined.

She hid the slave behind her back and stared at Alexander with a straight line of sight. His pressure, which even smacks the knights, seemed to do her no good.

"I just wanted to give a small gift to my loyal servant. Now, you're not doubting an extramarital affair, are you? Caleb is just a child, and I certainly said that I don't see this child in the wrong light."

"...I know very well that you are not the person to be like that."

Alexandros moved a heavily silent glance over her shoulder.

"Does the other person know my fountain correctly, or I don't know."

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