Chapter 92

"You must have been very tired..."

Logan laid Amelia, who had started to breathe softly in his arms, on his lap and whispered softly.

The weight and warmth of Amelia on his lap.

And the faint, sweet scent that wafted through the air, causing Logan's rationality to waver.

Involuntarily, his gaze was drawn to her.

Her delicate features, still retaining a hint of youth, were highlighted by her porcelain-like white skin.

Her straight nose and small, cherry-colored lips.

Her bright wine-red hair was smooth, as if it would spill out when combed with his fingers.

(She looks so different...)

He thought to himself again.

Thanks to the regular life and nutritious meals since she came to this mansion, Amelia had transformed into a more beautiful woman.

The emaciated and thin figure she had when she first arrived was now completely gone.

Even her sleeping face was so beautiful that it could be framed and displayed, like a work of art.

As it came into view, he felt an irresistible allure pulling him in.

His heart throbbed, and a sensation of heat spread through his body—

Suddenly, Logan regained his composure.

"No, no..."

What was he thinking, he ruffled his hair.

Even if she was his fiancée, it was wrong to have impure thoughts about someone who was sleeping, and his rationality put a stop to it.

After taking a deep breath to calm himself, Logan slid his arms under Amelia's head and feet, tightened his grip, and then carefully stood up.

(She's so light...)

He muttered his honest thoughts to himself.

Although she had indeed gained some weight, Logan thought she might need to eat a bit more.

In a princess carry, Logan took a step forward.

"Mmm..."

For a moment, Amelia frowned, but she quickly returned to her deep sleep with a soft sigh.

Logan sighed in relief. It seemed she was sleeping very deeply.

He slowly opened the door and stepped into the hallway, careful not to wake Amelia.

As he headed towards the bedroom—

"Oh, oh."

Oscar, who was walking towards him, smiled when he saw Logan carrying Amelia.

"Was Mr. William's talk boring?"

"No, it's not that. I was just sleep-deprived and..."

He stopped himself from saying more.

It felt embarrassing to admit to Oscar that he had fallen asleep while hugging and stroking her head.

"More importantly, thank you for introducing Mr. William. Thanks to you, Amelia has a good teacher."

"It's a pleasure to be of help."

"True to form, Oscar's friend's recommendation was very competent."

"Of course, of course."

Oscar nodded proudly several times.

"He was recommended by the dean of Kaido University, one of my friends, so his abilities are guaranteed."

"The dean of Kaido University... Oscar, your connections are impressive."

"Living a long life has its benefits; all my old friends have risen to high positions."

Oscar narrowed his eyes fondly.

"Why don't you return to the lake of academia, Lord Logan?"

"I've been buried in work until recently. Now that I have a bit more free time, I wouldn't mind studying again—"

—My knowledge of military strategy is only at a basic level.

—It doesn't matter. With your photographic memory, you'll quickly become an expert.

Logan cut off his words, remembering his conversation with Claude a few days ago.

"Lord Logan?"

"Ah, no... it's nothing."

Shaking his head, Logan pushed the memory out of his mind.

Then, after exchanging a few more words with Oscar, he parted ways.

As he carried Amelia to the bedroom, Logan's mind was clouded.