Awakening Love Reborn to Be His Duchess (Elowen Hale) novel Chapter 148

Chapter 148 The Night’s Remedy

He feigned confusion, asking, “What exactly did Hugh tell you about curing the effects of that wine?”

Elowen’s cheeks flushed even darker. Shamefaced but honest, she said, “Doctor Dray said… I need to be… intimate with you.”

“Intimate?” Cassian feigned innocence, all wide–eyed and pure.

“Yes…”

Elowen took a deep breath and actively moved closer to him. They sat facing each other on the bed, mere inches apart.

She leaned in, closer and closer.

Cassian caught the faint, sweet scent of her skin.

Though he was the one who had schemed behind the scenes, it was his breath that

grew uneven

now.

He watched as Elowen, her face crimson, steeled herself and leaned forward. Her soft lips landed on the corner of his mouth.

Cassian froze. His heart hammered against his ribs as if trying to break free.

Elowen made a soft sound and pulled back slightly, muttering to herself, “Missed…”

Cassian froze.

Elowen seemed to review her first attempt. She leaned in again.

This time, her lips met his squarely in the center.

Her lips were unbelievably soft, carrying her unique, delicate fragrance.

Cassian’s body seemed to stiffen, then melt.

Such a scene had only occurred in his dreams. Now, in the deep night, everything felt surreal.

Cassian lifted a hand and cupped her cheek.

Her skin was smooth, silken, and burning hot.

Cassian knew then–his beautiful dream had come true.

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Elowen kept her lips against his for a moment before tiring. She pulled away and asked softly. “Are you feeling better?”

Cassian’s eyes were deep pools. “…No.”

Elowen felt a twinge of worry. She had been ready to sleep.

Cassian gazed at her for a long moment, his throat working. “Shall I… take the initiative?”

“Alright.” Elowen agreed almost without hesitation.

So Cassian tilted her chin and kissed her deeply.

Unlike her tentative pecks, his kiss held an assertive edge, much like the man himself—a drawn sword, unstoppable.

Elowen was kissed into a dizzy, foggy state, losing all sense of place and purpose. She merely followed his lead by sheer instinct, clumsy but willing.

A long while later, just as Elowen felt she might drown in the kiss, Cassian finally released her.

His voice was low, noticeably hoarse. “…Now it’s better.”

Elowen slowly returned to herself, unconsciously swallowing.

Only after did she realize she hadn’t just swallowed her own saliva.

That thought sent fresh heat blazing across her already–burning cheeks.

“I’ll go wash up,” Cassian said, getting off the bed.

Elowen looked up, a beat late. “Shall I help you?”

“No need.” Cassian gave her hand a squeeze. “You sleep first.”

He settled into his wheelchair and went to the bathing chamber alone.

Elowen lay back down on the bed, the feverish heat in her body gradually subsiding.

She closed her eyes, recalling the kiss.

She had memorized it. Next time he was unwell, she could mimic it to treat him.

More importantly, when she wrote her next tale, she would know how to describe intimate scenes, rather than just cutting the lights and calling it a night.

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By the time Cassian returned to bed, Elowen was nearly asleep.

Half–conscious, she shifted toward the wall, making space for him.

Cassian lay down. She wrapped an arm around his waist as if by habit.

Resting her head against the solid muscle of his arm, she finally closed her eyes in

contentment.

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“In a few days, it will be the formal betrothal celebration for Lady Daphne and the Crown Prince. We have to attend. My aunt is in Vanelle; she will certainly go as well…”

Elowen was too drowsy. She heard some of his words, gave a vague murmur of assent, and fell into deep sleep.

Whatever else he said after, she didn’t hear or remember.

The next morning, when Elowen awoke, the space beside her was empty.

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