I Raised A Black Dragon

Chapter 69

Adrian pushed her shoulders gently to the bed without hearing any protest from Park Noah. He bent towards her, tugging the blanket down.

“Don’t take the blanket away… I’m going to disqualify the butler.” Park Noah groaned. She seemed a tad grumpy, but she didn’t object to his actions. Trapped in a defenseless state wherein rationality has disappeared, only instinct engraved in the unconscious remained.

The space between them became barely inches apart — their breaths brushed against each other’s skin and his locks tickled her pale forehead. 

Adrian shifted closer, their lips almost touching, and yet, there was no response from Park Noah still. 

“…..” He frowned. We’re this close but you’re not reacting?

He stared at her peaceful face; she looked much more comfortable than before. Perhaps she felt relieved.

“I want to bathe.” Park Noah mumbled suddenly and pulled Adrian, their lips almost colliding against each other. But because of her grip, barely supporting Adrian’s weight, their lips never met.

Adrian steadied himself and held Park Noah in her arms, muttering. “Do you want to wash up?” She doesn’t refuse to kiss me.

With the undeniable truth, Adrian was forced to accept the likelihood of the ruthless investigator being her lover. 

“…Funny.” A bitter smile crept on his lips. Adrian had always been honest with his feelings, and the emotion that dominated his heart now was displeasure.

“You’ve made such an ugly look when I came at you.”

But Adrian Rossinell was the only man who knew best the body of his past lover; Eleonora Asil used to make that point clear all the time.

“All you can get from me will be the body, Adrian. But, my body alone means you can have it all.”

He had always wanted Eleonora Asil to be submissive, even only once. She was a woman born with a queen’s temperament arrogant but beautiful — arrogant but beautiful — and acted as if everything in the world was beneath her feet. 

Adrian fell in love at her facets and unrivaled power, but in the end, he couldn’t win her love back. She was a woman who had nothing but sympathy for those weaker than herself.

However, as she asserted herself, the ‘body’ was his. Forever. 

Adrian didn’t have the slightest intention to share the body of his beloved Eleonora Asil with anyone else. 

“What shall I do to you…” He murmured, peeling off the strands of her apricot hair clinging to her cheeks.

“…Up here.”

Adrian froze at the sudden sound. He could tell whose it belonged to without glimpsing behind.  I thought you weren’t in this room… you were?

A couch across the room squeaked. Slowly, Adrian straightened his back and opened his mouth to speak. 

“There you are.”

Sitting on the cushion twice as large as his figure was a three-year-old child with his arms stretched on the armrest arrogantly. However, the boy looked more cute than menacing, but Adrian couldn’t let a laugh easily slip his mouth.

Muell smiled connivingly, his deep red orbs gleaming in the dark. “Hi, stalker.”

At the tip of his fingers were strings of black smoke. The smoke then descended to the floor, inching toward the man, and wrapped his ankles. Muell moved his finger and Adrian’s feet were pulled along. 

He attempted to defy the magic, but also knew it was pointless because…

“I see a dragon.” It’s a dragon. It’s the source of all mana, and it’s like a teacher of all wizards.

Adrian Rossinell was one of the fastest to hear the news that the dragon egg had been stolen, and when everyone pointed their fingers at Eleonora Asil, he didn’t even consider the possibility that she was a suspect.

However, it was not long before he came to realize that things were becoming strange, which prompted him to take action. As soon as he saw her on the train, along with a black-haired boy, he knew she had the dragon.

“I guess human beings are quick-witted.”

The dragon’s sharp eyes possessed both innocence and cruelty. No matter how the beast concealed itself with a human body, it was expected of a person with a keen sense to notice its true form when it easily creates fire from its palm. All the more that there had been a case of a missing dragon egg.

“Hmm….”

But of course, the young dragon, who was barely a month old, wouldn’t know to that extent.