Obviously, It’s My Child

Chapter 55

Translator: Effe

Editor: Yonnee

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She could try creating a spot under the bed for a fire pit to heat the stones. Either use low-smoke charcoal, or pull the chimney out through the fireplace mantle…

‘I have a lot of money, so I guess it’ll be enough? But can I renovate a building the size of the ivory palace?’

While looking around the bedroom, Claire noticed that Erich was looking at her with a very strange face.

“Why? Am I not allowed to change anything? I’m going to use half of this room anyway.”

“No. I thought you would rather have your own chambers.”

“I do need my own study and office. Do you want separate bedrooms, too?”

Erich didn’t respond readily and looked at Claire. It was a natural thing, so he had never thought about it in terms of want and or not want.

It was common for married couples to use different spaces, whether their marital relationship was good or bad. Unless they had a small house or a large family and couldn’t afford to have enough space for the couple.

In Erich’s world, that was natural.

But it didn’t seem bad. That she was in the most comfortable place where she had been and would stay for the rest of her life, rather than sharing the same room for a short time, whether it was for a temporary night together, or for traveling or visiting someone else’s house.

No, it wasn’t until after hearing Claire’s words and thinking about it that he realized that he desperately wanted it.

“If you don’t want it, don’t. There are plenty of rooms left anyway.”

When he didn’t answer easily, Claire grumbled.

“It can be inconvenient if a newcomer takes up half the space and changes the furniture. I understand.”

“No. I want that.”

Fearing that Claire would change her mind, he cut her off in a rush. She widened her eyes.

Erich hugged her again, wanting to trap her in his arms and turned her body over. Claire’s hair was strewn across the pillow.

“Wait, my back hurts!”

“But didn’t you just say that the bed is the problem, not me?”

“No, aren’t you a problem too? The bed is only one reason why I’m in pain— mmmh.”

Claire’s hand was buried in his disheveled hair.

By the time Erich had kissed her satisfactorily, she was lying limp, having lost all the energy she had recharged in her short sleep.

“I have to get up now.”

“Lie down some more. After all, there is plenty of time until morning.”

“It’s not enough. I need to find out what happened to Roger. I also have a job at my new company.”

“Do it tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow is for tomorrow’s work.”

“You know, I know of a person who once said this is a world where it’s meaningless to live so diligently, so they would live comfortably. I’ve forgotten who exactly said that.”

“I’m working a little today so it gets easier tomorrow.”

Claire knew it wouldn’t happen either. Looking back, she couldn’t stand being stuffy from the beginning.

Unless the perfect person to entrust the work to appears, tomorrow will be working for the ease of the day after tomorrow.

‘My work-life balance is ruined.’

She was shedding tears of blood. Although it was unavoidable.

She struggled to get her body up again, but she couldn’t move because Erich was lying there, covering her body.

“Leave it all to Carson.”

He frowned as he spoke.

He didn’t want to tell her to put more trust in Roger Carson or Grey Sherwood, but if she didn’t trust them and told them to work for her, he wouldn’t be able to secure time with her.

It was quite the dilemma.

Perhaps Claire gave up soon, her body drooped. And she laughed as though she found it absurd.

“Sure. Let’s just take it easy today, whatever. Even if I die tomorrow, that’s tomorrow’s me.”

“Why didn’t you use more people?”

“Are trustworthy people so common? It’s not something that can be solved with money alone. Delford is different from Klausener, so it’s not a place where talented people are swarming even if you choose only from among loyal retainers.”

The Delford Barony had just a few vassals, and most of the able academy graduates either belonged to other families or had patrons.

The premodern times were similar to the current state of affairs in this era. Without a guarantor, it’s difficult to ascertain their identity for sure, and guaranteeing credit was an individual’s honor unless it was due to blood ties.

Looking closely, she can see that most of them were planning to steal trade secrets from the beginning. Whether they set up their own business or bring it to their master.

‘Aren’t they like industrial spies? It’s pretty much like that.’

Even such a concept was not firm this time, so she couldn’t even threaten that she would follow the law.

Thinking that it was luck that someone like Roger had come, she suddenly saw Erich’s eyes looking into her.

“When you’re resting, it’s definitely better to clear your head.”

“That’s because it doesn’t work out the way you want.”

“Then it would be okay to exercise a little more.”

“I feel like I’m not exercising, but I’m becoming an exercise machine. How you just grab and shake me to your will, Senior.”

Erich didn’t even deny that, and kissed her lips briefly while chuckling.

“By the way, the title. Isn’t it time to change? How long are you going to call me Senior?”

“Ah.”

“It seems like you can call me properly in front of others anyway.”

“It’s… kind of awkward.”

Claire put the back of her hand on her flushed cheek, but her hand was also warm and she couldn’t cool it down.

Erich took her hand and put the tip of her finger to his lips.

As she looked up at the blue eyes, the light and shade were cast, deepening them even more. Claire’s face grew hotter.

Suddenly, her memory came back flooding in full force. Even the things from five years ago that she completely forgot about by borrowing alcohol’s influence.

When Claire suddenly exhaled heavily, Erich asked in a low voice.

“Why?”

“No, it’s nothing.”

That day she remembered spilling whiskey on her hand. As she was looking for her handkerchief, Erich seemed to be trying to find his own handkerchief and handed it to her. Then, he kissed her on the back of her drunken hand and put his lips on it.

The moment her fingertips entered his mouth, she grabbed his hair and pulled it. Their lips touched, and she rolled on the floor. When she got into the carriage, the dress was already ruined.