smiled resignedly, explaining to her, "Your cousin and aunt both have already gone to visit her. When Citizeness Saint-Clemont woke up, her first words were also to inquire about your condition. When she heard you were ill, she struggled to come and see you. They had to persuade her in every way they could to take care of herself first."
Edith nodded and lay back in the covers. "Don''t blame yourself too much, Andre! Nobody could have predicted such an event, right? Let alone I can always head off danger!" She managed a smile.
"Honestly, I should have expected it. It is my negligence," Andre sighed bitterly. "The situation in Paris has been too tense lately. Sometimes when I walk on the streets at night, I can already feel someone with ill intentions eyeing me. And now the worst has eventually happened. I''m sorry, my Edith, I should have warned you in advance to be more careful."
"So there''s such things! I thought it was just spiteful slander that stayed in the tabloids!" Edith was annoyed.
"Maybe I shouldn''t stay in this house anymore. This way you will all be safer," Andre sat on the edge of the bed, lovingly stroking his lover''s rosy cheeks.
"No way! I won''t allow it," Edith got angry, "What have I done wrong, you are punishing me like that?"
With a twist, she threw her upper body into her lover''s arms, tightly embracing him. It was then that she finally felt belatedly the joy of surviving the ordeal, almost causing her to burst into tears.
Andre couldn''t resist pressing his lips against hers anymore. He cupped her face with both hands, as if holding a rare treasure that he had lost and regained.
Edith affectionately stroked his back. Her body was slightly feverish, yet it also ignited the fire of their love.
Just as he was about to push the girl in his arms onto the bed, someone knocked twice on the door frame at an inappropriate time. The couple in the midst of their intimacy hastily separated, and the maiden pretended to casually fix her stray hair.
"Edith? I''m here to see you. Can I come in?" The visitor was none other than Raphael.
"How did you come, Saint-Clemont!" Andre stood up, responding rather unpleasantly, his gaze fixed on the bedside without even l