CHAPTER 273: TOO EARLY FOR... THAT

Fedor’s mouth twitched. "Your majesty? Did I upset you?" He asked, coming to stand in front of her.

This wife of his had the habit of calling him by his title whenever he upset her.

It was a title most royal couples used with each other, but Fedor didn’t like it when she called him that, and she knew that very well.

His parents had never called each other that, and it wasn’t something Rowaine usually called him, so it always annoyed him whenever she did. It felt too formal for his wife to call him by his title.

That was why there was no use of titles between his family members.

Rowaine chuckled and shook her head, straightening from her curtsying position. "Of course not, dear."

She turned back to the flower she was tending to, going to pick up the tool when she was pulled back from behind.

"Gasp!" Caught off guard, a startled gasp left her lips.

Her back met a firm chest. A gust of hot breath blew on her ear.

"So her majesty decided to tease her husband?"

Rowaine’s face turned red and she cleared her throat. "Tease? I wasn’t teasing you."

Fedor released a low chuckle. "You weren’t? Oh, but it seems like you were."

"You assumed wrong." Rowaine said seriously.

"Is that so?" Another chuckle rang in her ears, sending a shiver down her spine.

She turned around, facing him. "Yes. In fact, you’re the one teasing me." She said.

"Hm? How so?" Fedor asked.

Rowaine almost scoffed.

How dare he tease her like this and then act ignorant? He knew very well she couldn’t resist when he spoke that way.

Thinking of his voice, another shiver ran down her spine and she bit her lip.

Fedor’s eyes curved, seeing the effect he had on her.

His cheeky expression didn’t go unnoticed by Rowaine. She folded her arms and glared at him.

"Scary." Fedor said, pretending to be scared.

Rowaine opened her mouth to retort. "Yo— hmph!"

Her words were cut off when warm lips landed on hers.

Her eyes widened.

Fedor’s hand moved up to her hair, grabbing it firmly but not harshly, and kissing her deeper.

The air between them quickly turned hot.

But the next moment, Rowaine pulled away.

"W-we’re outside." She whispered, her eyes darting around the greenhouse.

Fedor raised his brows in question. "So?"

"We’re in the greenhouse..." Rowaine said, looking a bit flustered, though she tried to hide it.

The greenhouse had transparent glass windows. It really didn’t offer much privacy seeing as someone could see them from outside.

Even though the taller flowers in this part of the greenhouse shielded this corner from view, Rowaine still couldn’t relax.

Her daughters could also come looking for her and if they found her in this position...

Rowaine’s face reddened.

She looked at Fedor and put a hand in front of her to stop his approaching face.

Fedor stopped. He understood what she was thinking, but he was sure that none of the servants would come to this part of the palace since they knew he was here.

They would also make sure his children didn’t come to this part of the garden.

But, there wasn’t a comfortable place in this greenhouse. There was only a wooden table and a few chairs.

He couldn’t make love to his wife on the sturdy wooden chairs.

He made a mental note to have a comfortable sofa brought to the greenhouse. He didn’t think Rowaine would accept to have a bed put there. They would have to make do with a couch.

He turned back to her and nodded. "You’re right, my love."

Just as Rowaine was about to sigh in relief, she was lifted off her feet.

"Gasp!" Another gasp left her lips.

She looked at Fedor with disbelief.

Fedor glanced at her with a smile before looking ahead and heading towards the greenhouse entrance.

"We can’t stay here. I’m taking you to the bedroom." He said.

"But my flowers," Rowaine protested weakly, fumbling for any excuse. "I’m not done tending to them."

Fedor chuckled. "I can have the gardeners do it."

When she saw that her excuse hadn’t worked, she changed tactics.

"B-but it’s too early for... that." She said to hide her flustered face that couldn’t stop blushing. It was just afternoon.

Fedor only smiled. "Too early for what?"

Rowaine turned speechless.

Fedor continued, "This is the perfect time. So that you can rest at night." Then he muttered. "Though I think you’ll only be able to rest tomorrow morning."

Rowaine who was carried in his arms obviously heard his words. But she didn’t react. Instead, her face burned hotter by the second.

After all, whenever she and her husband were... intimate, they would only be done after a long time. He had quite the libido.

The servants bowed when they passed and lowered their heads, watching them discreetly, their eyes filling with gossip.

Since none of her tactics worked, Rowaine stopped resisting, laying languidly in Fedor’s arms and even wrapping her arms around his neck.

When he laughed again, she buried her face in his chest and... bit his chest.

The ticklish sensation sent a jolt through Fedor, settling in a certain part of his body.

He paused, but only for a second, but when he looked back at Rowaine, his grey eyes had turned a shade darker.

"Already feeling impatient?" He asked, then smirked. "Don’t worry, I’ll leave you more than satisfied in a little while."

Rowaine blushed furiously, looking around to see if any of the servants had overheard.

She sighed in relief when she saw that the servants seemed more interested in the floor than in their Queen lying in their King’s arms and weren’t paying much attention, before turning back to her husband and glaring up at him.

This was a misunderstanding! She hadn’t done that because she was impatient, but as a way to get back at him.

In no time, they arrived at their bedroom.