If I Were Reborn, I Wouldn’t Marry You - Chapter 162

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Chapter 162
In an instant, a small secret chamber was complete. With a gentle lurch, the carriage turned toward the Prince’s Palace.
A delicate silence descended, and within the narrow space, only the creaking of wheels and the faint sound of each other’s breathing remained.
A tense, charged silence continued.
And it was Leonhardt who broke that silence.
Leonhardt, sitting pressed against my side, tilted his forehead gently against my shoulder like a lost, oversized puppy.
“Leon?”
When I called his name softly, Leonhardt whispered with a petulant tone.
“The Prince’s Palace is too far away.”
I doubted even a minute had passed since we’d set off.
Despite having lived nearly two lifetimes and possessing a mental age far beyond my physical years, the way he acted—like a barely-adult man in his late teens—was endearing.
I gently combed my fingers through the soft silver hair touching my shoulder and chided him playfully.
“The carriage has only been moving for a minute.”
“It’s still far.”
Leonhardt gazed at me with imploring, fervent eyes.
In those crimson eyes fixed upon me, undisguised affection and faint anxiety rippled.
“You were the one who chose the Prince’s Palace because it’s quiet and secluded.”
As I smiled reassuringly, he reached for my hand with his large palm and interlaced our fingers firmly.
When our palms met, his scorching warmth transferred completely to me.
I wondered if my words were even reaching his ears.
“I just want to keep being with you.”
Leonhardt whispered with utmost sincerity, drawing our clasped hands toward his lips.
A light kiss on the back of my hand—slow and deliberate, leaving a deep impression—made my heart pound loudly.
Simultaneously, a brief realization came to me.
He wasn’t going to listen to anything I said.
He’d seen through my attempt to keep the atmosphere wholesome and was behaving even more provocatively because of it.
‘He’s really become quite the seducer.’
It was almost miraculous to think this was the same stoic man from before my regression.
I reached out my left hand and gently cupped Leonhardt’s cheek.
“Once we’re married, that’s exactly what will happen.”
Leonhardt’s eyes widened with delight, as if satisfied by the feel of the engagement ring against his cheek.
“Right.”
A soft smile curved Leonhardt’s lips.
He nuzzled his face against my palm, emitting a low, almost pained sound like a beast.
“Miela.”
“Yes?”
“In the carriage too… would that be alright?”
Leonhardt trailed off, his gaze dropping deliberately to my lips.
Though he’d become far more assertive, he still seemed somewhat shy about being completely direct.
Yet with his ears burning crimson, his eyes neither wavered nor looked away—instead, they pursued mine with persistent intensity, which was quite dizzying.
His eyes were asking for permission, but it looked like he’d cry on the spot if I said no.
I pretended not to understand and blinked at him innocently.
“What?”
My teasing provocation drew a soft sigh from Leonhardt, and soon he closed the distance between us as if he could no longer resist.
“This.”
Before his words had even finished, his lips descended gently onto mine.
I’d only been coy in my mischief—I had no intention of refusing.
I closed my eyes obediently and accepted Leonhardt’s kiss.
The kiss deepened.
Yet it was not rough or greedily demanding.
It was an extraordinarily sweet and tender kiss—careful and reverent, as though handling the most precious treasure in the world, fearful it might shatter.
Between our joined lips, our heated breaths mingled together.
“Mmm….”
Each time the carriage jolted, our lips pressed deeper.
A tingling thrill raced down my spine.
His large hand wrapped gently around my waist, and I naturally draped my arms around his neck, drawing myself closer into him.
Through his chest, I felt the steady, thundering rhythm of Leonhardt’s heartbeat.
His tenderness—wanting to crush me in his embrace yet bracing his hand against my back with all his strength for fear of hurting me—made my heart swell and flutter with warmth.
As my breath grew short and I tried to pull back slightly, Leonhardt reluctantly parted his lips and pressed his forehead against mine.
“Hah….”
Our ragged breathing tangled together in the close distance between us.
Leonhardt’s crimson eyes were hazy and unfocused with heat.
He carefully wiped away the lipstick smudged at the corner of my mouth with his thumb and whispered low.
“I’m really… going to lose my mind.”
I was about to burst into quiet laughter at his anguished murmur.
“We’ve arrived, Your Highness.”
Hans’s resonant voice carried from outside the carriage.
Leonhardt’s brow, which had been furrowed just moments ago as he complained the Prince’s Palace was too far away, suddenly creased sharply.
“Why did we get here so quickly?”
‘He just said it was far.’
I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity.
I smoothed out Leonhardt’s furrowed brow with my fingertips, soothing him.
“We’re here now, so let’s get out.”
Though Leonhardt wore a deeply displeased expression, he descended from the carriage first and extended his hand to escort me.
As I took Leonhardt’s hand and stepped down gracefully, he naturally wrapped his arm around my waist and led me into the Prince’s Palace.
The servants and knights who would normally have bowed respectfully had already tactfully withdrawn.
As we walked through the quiet, serene corridors of the Prince’s Palace, Leonhardt held me firmly against him, unwilling to let me go for even a moment.
At last, we arrived at the door to the bedroom I had personally decorated.
Click.
The door opened, and the familiar sight came into view.
The corner of the room occupied by large rabbit plushies had grown considerably thanks to my diligent collecting efforts.
When I saw the palm-sized rabbit doll I’d brought last week arranged neatly among the others in size order, a faint smile escaped my lips.
‘They’re adorable.’
But the moment the door closed, the warmth I felt from behind was anything but adorable.
Leonhardt suddenly pulled me into his embrace from behind, burying his face in the nape of my neck.
His hand stroking my waist was electrifying.
‘This is rather… dangerous, isn’t it?’
The resolution of the great matter that was Prince seemed to have shifted something within Leonhardt’s heart.
He was far more assertive than usual, and burning with intensity.
“Leon.”
Held in his arms, I slowly turned to face him.
“Mm.”
His low response came with his gaze already fixed upon my lips.
It seemed too late to feign indifference as I usually did and let the heat subside.
In the end, I steeled myself and whispered.
“No, I love you so much.”
But my jest-like confession seemed to pour fuel onto Leonhardt’s fire.
Before my words even finished, the arm wrapped around my waist suddenly tightened with tremendous force.
“I love you too.”
His voice returning the confession was tender and pure, as though a bashful boy were confessing his first love.
Yet bashfulness extended only to his voice.
My vision began to spin before I knew it, and my body was lifted effortlessly into the air.
“Oh, Leon!”
Startled, I hastily wrapped my arms around his firm neck, and Leonhardt carried me in a princess hold, striding purposefully toward the bed.
Soon my body was gently lowered onto the soft mattress.
Leonhardt rose above me, casting a massive shadow, and braced himself on both arms against the mattress, looking down at me deeply.
In his crimson eyes, backlit by the white moonlight pouring through the window, burned an undisguised tender affection and a viscous possessiveness with no intention of restraint.
Leonhardt’s large hand gently cradled my cheek.
Light kisses brushed repeatedly against my cheek and lips.
Simultaneously, the soft sound of fabric sliding filled the air.
A lovers’ night was about to begin.

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