Chapter 150: A Different Natasha

As Elias stared at the status screen, Natasha stirred beside him, and her golden eyes slowly opened to find her husband holding her while looking at her with a pleasant smile.

[Good morning,] Elias greeted through Mental Whisper.

Natasha blinked several times, her eyes still heavy with sleep, before giving him a slight nod and snuggling closer against his chest. Their faces were only inches apart, and as she stared into his eyes, the corners of her lips gradually curled upward into a gentle smile.

Elias smiled back, but Natasha soon seemed to remember something, because she turned her head and began looking around the bed.

He watched her curiously, wondering what she was searching for, until she finally spotted her notebook and quill nearby.

Natasha reached for them, and Elias couldn’t help feeling amused as he waited to see what she intended to write. However, his amusement faded slightly when she moved her arm away from him to retrieve them.

A moment later, she finished writing and turned the notebook toward him.

You look cute with messy hair.

Elias stared at the sentence.

Then he read it again, and once more.

Finally, an exasperated breath escaped his lips as he looked at her with a faint blush spreading across his face.

[Cute...?] he asked, clearly embarrassed by the compliment.

Natasha simply nodded.

Then, instead of writing anything else, she raised her hand and gently touched his face.

Her thumb brushed along his jawline before moving across his cheek, and then she slowly caressed the rest of his face as though she were fascinated by every little detail.

Elias remained still, staring at her in confusion.

Something about Natasha seemed different this morning.

He couldn’t quite explain it, but the woman who had once struggled to express even the smallest feelings toward him was now openly touching his face while gazing at him with a warmth that made his heart beat faster.

Perhaps the events of the previous night had affected her more than they had affected him.

Perhaps the wall that had always existed between them had finally developed a crack after the deep intimacy they had shared.

He didn’t know for certain.

However, one thing was becoming increasingly obvious.

Natasha was being much more affectionate than usual, and Elias realized that if she continued, his composure might not last much longer.

[We should get ready for the day,] he suggested quickly.

Natasha’s hand stopped against his cheek.

She looked at him for another moment before nodding, and then she sat upright.

Her big breasts swayed, and he gave a wry smile as his member stood upright. He adjusted his clothes and pulled himself together.

[I will take care of it myself,] he said, deliberately turning his attention elsewhere.

Natasha’s lips moved as though she were silently chuckling, although no sound escaped her.

The entire situation felt bizarre to Elias. Yet somehow, it also strengthened his determination.

’No matter what it takes, I will help her... I will fix her,’ he promised himself.

With that thought firmly planted in his mind, Elias stood and left the room.

Natasha watched him disappear through the doorway with a small smile.

Once he was gone, however, her expression changed.

She glanced toward the door, then looked around the room as though making certain that nobody else remained inside.

After satisfying herself that she was truly alone, Natasha slowly reached beneath the nearby blanket and pulled out the handkerchief she had used the previous night.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she stared at it.

Then, after hesitating for several moments, she brought it closer to her face.

Her eyes slowly closed.

A strangely euphoric expression appeared on her face, and her cheeks gradually became bright red.

The Sword Spirit, who happened to be floating nearby, stared at Natasha in complete confusion.

She had absolutely no idea what story was attached to the handkerchief, and therefore the sight before her made little sense.

’What is she doing?’

The Sword Spirit tilted her head, watching Natasha remain completely absorbed in whatever she was doing.

Natasha, of course, had no idea that the Sword Spirit was watching her.

And even if she had known, she probably wouldn’t have cared.

At that moment, her entire attention belonged to the lingering scent of her husband.

Somehow, the former saintess candidate had become an absolute pervert because of that shameless man.

Yes, all of it was his fault.

Some time later, Elias was in the bath as usual.

However, there was one rather unusual difference.

Natasha was with him.

Apparently, after considering everything that had happened the previous night, she had decided that if the two of them could share such a private moment, then there was no reason they couldn’t bathe together as well.

Elias had wholeheartedly agreed.

After all, this was yet another opportunity to spend time alone with his wife, and he certainly wasn’t going to complain.

They had bathed together before, but that time it was more awkward than intimate.

The two sat together near the tub while cleaning each other with towels, and Elias found himself strangely comfortable with the situation.

Only a short while ago, even something as simple as sleeping together would have made him nervous.

Now, however, Natasha seemed completely at ease beside him.

She occasionally glanced toward him while washing his arm or shoulder, and Elias would return the look with a faint smile.

For a while, neither of them needed words, and finally it was time to move down her shoulders and clean her lower body, but right then Benjamin’s voice suddenly came from outside the bathroom.

"My Lord, Sir Berman Terret has sent a guard to inform you that they will arrive during the afternoon."

Elias’s expression immediately soured.

His hand halted, and he answered in a mildly irritated voice.

"Next time, inform me once I am out of the bath."

There was a brief silence outside.

Then Benjamin answered with obvious embarrassment.

"Understood, My Lord."

Elias sighed as he returned his attention to Natasha, silently wishing that, for once, Berman and everyone else would stop interrupting his peaceful mornings.

Then he moved the wet cloth over her breasts and began to clean them with extreme focus.

’I can never get used to how soft they are...’