The Villain’S Daughter-In-Law Is Inherently Powerful [EN]: Chapter 144

After dropping such a bombshell, Ian simply smiled, leaving me utterly speechless.

Stunned, I stopped looking around the house.

‘Husband and wife? Good heavens,’ I thought.

Of course, marriage makes you husband and wife, but still! It felt like Ian was throwing those words around so casually.

‘Playing with people’s feelings must be a habit for him,’ I mused.

Puffing out my cheeks, I let out a breath. Without responding to Ian’s words, I resumed my tour of the tiny house.

It was such a small house, like it was made for dolls, that I quickly found myself back where I started.

“Want to see inside too?” Ian asked.

“Uh-huh.”

Last night, I was so tired that I fell asleep without any tension. I didn’t even notice where Ian slept or if he was nearby.

The distance between the beds was farther than I thought, so maybe I fell asleep relieved.

Anyway, today felt different. I wasn’t as tired as yesterday, and I was wide awake.

‘Will I even be able to sleep properly tonight?!’ I wondered.

Maybe I should do some midnight exercises to tire myself out.

Waving my hand like a fan, I stepped into the house. Everything was adorable and cute, like marshmallows.

‘How cute,’ I thought.

Watching Florin, Ian chuckled.

The way she fluttered around, following him, was so endearing he wanted to gobble her up in one bite.

A teasing word would leave her flustered, and any attempt to make progress would turn her face red.

Holding hands was becoming easier, but a glance would always reveal her ears flushed.

And the sound of her pulse was audible even from a distance.

‘If you show how much you like me with your whole body…’ Ian thought.

‘I can’t give up my desires.’

Ian looked at the lovely silver-haired woman and put on a seemingly affectionate expression.

Watching her enjoy the furniture and decorations he had filled the house with was much more satisfying than he had imagined.

So much so that he didn’t want to let her leave.

But he wasn’t one to use forceful methods.

That wasn’t Ian’s style.

He wanted Florin to come to him willingly.

‘I never intended to give up from the start… and now that I know you like me, there’s even less reason to,’ he thought.

Ian wasn’t soft like Dante.

He liked that Florin was anxious for him. He liked that she was swayed by him.

Because during those times, she would only think of him.

Ian had no intention of being just one of Florin’s men.

He wanted all of Florin, and he would give her all of himself.

There was no room for anyone else in between.

“Are you hungry? I’ll make pancakes,” Ian offered.

“You know how to do that?!” I exclaimed.

“Yeah. Surprised?”

The interior wasn’t very large.

Opening the door led directly to the dining room and living room, and turning around revealed the kitchen. The bedroom was upstairs, and there was only one room. Naturally, there was only one bed.

There wasn’t space for two.

It was designed that way from the start.

What was the point of coming on a trip if you were going to use two beds?

“While I make pancakes, do you want to rest upstairs for a bit? The blankets are all new, so feel free to lie down,” Ian suggested.

“How can I rest when Ian is cooking?”

“You can.”

Ian rattled as he took out the cast iron pan.

He had personally stocked everything, so he knew where everything was. He had already come here two weeks ago and put pancake mix and maple syrup in the cupboard.

“Then… I’ll go look around upstairs for a bit.”

“I’ll call you when it’s ready.”

‘I wonder what kind of expression she’ll make when she sees there’s only one bed,’ Ian thought.

‘She’ll be flustered. Surprised. Then she’ll try to think calmly. After that, you’ll find a way to sleep together.’

Of course, Ian hadn’t put only one bed there with any particular intention.

He just wanted to see Florin sleeping up close.

Ian wanted to monopolize Florin not only when she was awake but also when she was asleep.

But even then, if she really felt uncomfortable, he could sleep on the dining table chair on the first floor.

In fact, he had been trained to sleep standing up and even not to sleep at all, so sleeping anywhere other than a bed wasn’t difficult for him. It was something he always did, so there was nothing to be upset about.

‘But if you see me like that, you’ll feel sorry for me, and eventually, you’ll let me into the bed. I’ll sleep as pitifully as possible,’ he plotted.

‘I have to beat out the fierce competition, so I can put on this act, right?’

Ian could happily wait, knowing what would happen in the future.

Florin was coming to him step by step, slowly but surely.

* * *

Going upstairs alone, I paused for a moment, speechless.

I was uneasy because the interior was small, but I didn’t expect there to be only one bed!

And the size of the bed was also a problem.

‘If I sleep here, our bodies will definitely overlap somehow…!’ I thought.

Wasn’t it made to be cuddled up and sleep?

Sleeping together in such a small bed?

Suddenly feeling dizzy, I couldn’t even approach the bed and touched my forehead.

Last night was nothing.

I just thought the beds would be close, but I didn’t expect there to be only one…

‘Could Ian have done this on purpose?’ I wondered.

I immediately shook my head.

The Ian in my mind wasn’t that sly.

Then… is he telling me to sleep alone?

‘Where is Ian sleeping?’

No matter how carefully I looked around, the second floor only had a closet, a bed, a side table, and a full-length mirror.

It was very simple, and there was no hidden sleeping bag anywhere.

And did this house even have a sofa?

‘I didn’t see one, did I?’

Good heavens.

Did Ian know there was only one bed in this house?

‘No way,’ I reasoned.

Usually, even if nobles build villas, they leave the details to their subordinates.

Unless Ian specifically, deliberately, and pointedly told them to put in only one bed, this result must have been created by that nameless subordinate.

‘What should I do…’ I fretted.

Staggering, I plopped down on the bed and wondered if it wouldn’t be better for me to sleep on the floor.

‘Or… or, yes! I’ll turn into a ferret!’

Then I could share this bed without being too embarrassed.

“Florin, the pancakes are ready,” Ian called.

“I’m coming down!” I replied.

Feeling like I had suddenly found a wise answer, I jumped up.

I was going to fill my hungry stomach with pancakes first, and then bring up the bed story.

* * *

“Ian, you know,” I began an hour later.

Just as Florin, who had filled her stomach with banana pancakes and orange juice, was about to convey her conclusion to Ian, he already knew what she was going to say.

“Did you enjoy the meal?” he asked.

“Huh? Oh, yes! Very much. I didn’t know Ian was such a good cook,” I replied.

“I only know how to make pancakes. Are you full?”

“Um…? Yes, I’m full.”

“Then shall we go out? We came all the way here, let’s go swimming,” Ian suggested.

‘Where do you think you’re going to escape?’ he thought.

Florin seemed to have put a lot of thought into seeing that there was only one bed.

Being kind, she wouldn’t tell him to sleep somewhere else, but she couldn’t just say let’s sleep together.

The only compromise that could come out of that little head was one thing.

One of them would transform into an animal.

‘No way, Florin. I’m not your friend or your brother,’ Ian thought.

He believed that everyone in the world had their own role. You can say things to friends that you can’t say to family, and you can confide in your husband what you can’t say to friends.

And Ian had no intention of entering a position that Dante could also fill.

“You can swim too?” I asked.

“You didn’t open the closet, did you?” Ian countered.

“Uh-uh.”

‘She has an expression that she forgot because all her attention was focused on the bed. How cute,’ he thought.

Ian chuckled and gently stroked Florin’s cheek.

“There’s a swimsuit in the closet. Do you want to change into it?”

“Did Ian develop the swimsuit too?” I asked.

“Yeah. To move comfortably in the sea. I focused on functionality to help you swim well.”

That wasn’t a lie.

In fact, Ian thought that his clothes were always getting in the way whenever he moved through the waterways to assassinate someone.

He made a swimsuit to compensate for that, and as he was making it, he thought it would be good to sell on the market.

Of course, it was decorated much more prettily than the assassin version.

“But it’s a prototype, so your opinion is important. If anything is uncomfortable or you don’t like it, tell me. It will be a great help when we actually release it,” Ian explained.

“Oh, great! If it’s a prototype, am I the first to actually wear it and play in it?!” I exclaimed.

“You could say that.”