I Became My Son's First Love - Chapter 0
That night she got the divorce papers from her husband. It was her husband’s eldest son, the man who had become her son on paper, and one year older than her who came to find Eve.
Azazel Hound Ceratin.
The heir to the duke who inherited his mother’s surname, Duchess of Ceratin, instead of his father’s, Count of Hound.
Azazel resembles his father a lot, the Count of Hound, who was called the most handsome in the empire when he was young and is said to have broken many women’s hearts.
Beneath his short, bright blonde hair, a straight forehead, piercing eyes, a sharp nose, an angled chin, and shining transparent blue eyes were particularly impressive.
As always, Azazel’s thick lips opened and a sweet voice came out.
“What do you think about marrying me?”
The soft voice did not sound like a joke in any way. Furthermore, he and she were not close enough to joke around.
Eve narrowed her eyes and looked at Azazel. He was not smiling, but his eyes were full of signs of fun.
Eve held back the sigh that was about to come out of her mouth and looked at him with a tired face.
“Azazel, I know I am a mother you don’t like. But you don’t have to make fun of me like this.”
At Eve’s answer, Azazel’s eyes frowned. Azazel, who had become more mature than the first three years ago, looked dangerous just by looking at his slightly frowned expression.
Eve, who was trying to unwind as much as possible in the sudden change of atmosphere, trembled as Azazel approached her suddenly.
Eve saw Azazel smile for the first time since she met him. The corners of his gently curving eyes and the smoothly curving of his lips were so beautiful.
Eve gazed at his beautiful face in amazement.
She knew just by looking at his face that he was praised for being more handsome than the Count of Hound. However, Azazel, whom Eve saw in the past, did not show his emotions well. All she knew was that he showed contempt and hostility toward the Count of Hound, his father.
‘No, not only his face but also the atmosphere……’
Eve, who was overwhelmed by Azazel’s non-human face and the strange atmosphere, suddenly realized that his face became very close.
Eve was about to step back, but Azazel grabbed her forearms and whispered softly,
“Why do you think I don’t like you?”
There was something captivating about his emotional voice. A voice that fascinates people.
Eve answered, ignoring her tickling ears, trying not to be deceived by his soft voice.
“……because you always look at me like you don’t like me.”
At Eve’s words, Azazel smiled a little and nodded. They were too close, so Azazel’s nose rubbed Eve’s nose a few times.
Then, as Eve tried to step back from him once more, Azazel grabbed her arms even tighter and said,
“That’s right, I hated you being my mother.”
This was not surprising because it was a fact that she knew originally, but the distance between the two now was shocking rather than surprising, so Eve said hurriedly,
“Yeah, I knew. Can you please let me go now?”
“Did you really know? So did you know this too?”
Eve was startled by the warm hand that came through the thin slip without hesitation.
When they dined together, the hand that she had always thought beautiful, slipped through the gaping slip and reached between Eve’s legs.
Only then did Eve realize that she was wearing a slip. At first glance, the white slip looked like a very modest robe that went down to the toes, but because of the thin, airy fabric, even a little bit of movement would loosen the waistband and reveal the body.
As Eve looked at Azazel in disbelief, unable to even think of covering up her body which was one step closer to being revealed, he said with a sweet smile,
“I’ve always wanted to shove mine in your place.”
“What do you mean by a mother? That’s ridiculous. What son would think of his mother like this?”
After the end of the contract marriage, the things that followed were a series of things that Eve had never expected.