Duke, Please Stop Because it Hurts - Chapter 198
Extra Chapter (7)
It had been a while since Irit had a sex education tutor. It was not long after the child was stimulated first since it had been clear that everything would be confusing if the child were to be educated all of a sudden.
Raven also agreed with Molitia’s idea of taking some time to teach him. The unexpected commotion of him wanting a younger brother seemed to have been long forgotten.
A peaceful evening with Raven’s attendance in such a long time was more harmonious than ever.
Irit’s face, while he was eating with his parents after a long time, was also full of his brightest smiles. His previous feelings for his father had long been erased ever since he received the toys as a token of apology.
Molitia, who was moving her hands rather clumsily in the dining hall, soon began to place her fork down on the table slowly.
“What’s wrong, Molitia?”
When she was asked by Raven, who didn’t miss any of her unusual behavior, Molitia just tried to smile.
“Oh, no. I just don’t have much appetite today.”
“You don’t look very well.”
A pair of worried black eyes swept through Molitia’s face.
“You’d better not eat too much then.”
“Yes, I really shouldn’t.”
She nodded in agreement with him. Just earlier, even her head had been feeling quite dizzy inside.
“Mother, are you sick?”
“No, it’s all right, Irit.”
It was time to shake her head with a big smile at the concerned child. Then, Molitia had to cover her mouth at the strong rumbling and nausea surging from her inside.
Unable to bear the foul smell from her nose, she grabbed onto the table and rose from her seat. The chair had been pushed away as well.
Surprised by her sudden blue complexion, both of the two men instantly jumped up from their seats.
“It’s all right. Don’t mind me. I’ll just have to finish my meal……”
While she had her nose and lips covered, Molitia also closed her eyes, which made it hard to withstand the incoming door seen through the gap. Raven immediately ran and hugged her as she looked as if she was just about to collapse.
The sudden disturbance had left the peaceful dining hall in a mess. When Raven managed to leave the hall while embracing Molitia, a trail of embarrassed servants soon followed.
The nanny quickly came down to the dining hall to take care of Irit, who was left alone in the hall. The child couldn’t do anything while crying and as soon as he saw someone he could rely on, he straight away ran and hugged her.
“Are you all right, sir?”
“Mother, she’s not sick again, is she?”
“It’ll be alright, sir.”
Despite his nanny’s comforting words, Irit did not respond. It was just more like him being in the arms of his nanny while clutching the hem of her skirt.
“You won’t be eating anymore?”
“…I‘ve lost my appetite.”
In fact, the food could not have gone down his throat in this situation. The nanny nodded before patting Irit on the back.
“Then, let’s call it a day.”
Irit nodded weakly.
After leaving the dining hall while holding the nanny’s hand, Irit headed to his room. When he heard the resonating sound not too far away, Irit just couldn’t keep his eyes off the place.
He entered the cozy room, but he felt awkward as if the silence from the dining hall had remained. The nanny offered to play with the child, but Irit refused.
He just didn’t feel like it.
“Would you like me to read you a book?”
“Not in this room.”
“Father, is Mother feeling very sick…”
Raven quietly called out the child’s name. Molitia was taking a little bit more of time. Molitia did say previously that she’d give him some extra time, but he just didn’t know if now was the time. Raven slowly bent his knees and looked at his child.
“In fact, to have a brother for you, Mother must have other children.”
“Huh—a child. How? Does she hug it?”
“She has to carry the child in her stomach and it’ll stay there for ten months.”
“In her stomach?”
Looking at the puzzled eyes of Irit, Raven began approaching with a more serious look.
“You’re well aware that your mother’s body is rather fragile, Irit.”
The child’s small head was bobbing up and down.
“While carrying a child, Mother has to protect the child all by herself. Even if it gets heavy, she can’t really ask others for help—even to this father. Now, do you understand how hard of a time your mother will have to bear?”
It was only a fraction of the explanation, but it was already shocking enough for the young Irit.
‘Is Mother having a hard time?’
For Irit, his mother was his everything. Someone he loved as much as it had become only natural for her to be by his side. If his father was like the world, his mother was the ultimate support that sustained him.
Such a mother might be sick because of his own demands. Irit bit his lips as he recalled his immature grumbles just a few days ago.
“You‘re not going to say that to your mother from now on, are you?”
Unlike before, Irit responded weakly. When the child seemed to have understood well, Raven eventually looked satisfied.
“Duke, we have finished.”