Loving The Cursed Werewolf King-Chapter 303: Alone Time With Crimson

Ronan nodded. The man stood briefly at his desk. He selected some files that he had completed and those that had not been touched. He told Arielle to just rest in his room. He had to finish some urgent work, so that tomorrow he could spend the whole day with that girl as they promised this afternoon.

"I’m fine, looks like Crimson still doesn’t want to rest."

Ronan watched the red-haired baby through the paper he was examining.

"You like children, don’t you?" asked Ronan without looking up from the reports he was checking.

"Hm... maybe, I like all of them," Arielle replied while touching Crimson’s reddened cheeks.

After dividing the file of his work that he had done and which he had not done, Ronan asked Arielle to come with him to his room. It was not that late. Even he could see some of the higher-ups leaving the palace.

In his room, Ronan immediately took off his clothes to change into looser tunic. Arielle was still wearing her clothes from this afternoon.

"You don’t want to clean up first?" asked Ronan who was still shirtless. He hadn’t worn his loose tunic yet. It was still hanging over his shoulder.

Arielle placed Crimson on Ronan’s huge bed. Arielle and Ronan carefully watched how the baby tried to turn her body around.

"Can I leave you two for a bit?" Arielle asked Ronan who was still focused on seeing Crimson’s attempt to turn her body.

"Hm," the man replied curtly. "I’ll ask the maid to bring you some nightgown."

Arielle smiled, seeing Ronan who was so glued to the little baby on his bed. She grabbed one of the man’s hands and led him to turn Crimson over, so Crimson could face down.

"Will she be okay?" asked Ronan who was getting worried seeing the little head nodding back and forth.

"It’s okay, she already can hold her head up on her own. If she looks tired, then return her to the same position as before," replied Arielle, trying to explain to Ronan.

Ronan was left alone with that small salivating thing. Meanwhile, Arielle went to clean her body. Ronan was starting to more or less understand why she had given the baby the name Crimson.

Apart from the red hair, the baby’s cheeks were similar to Arielle’s when she was cold. Having a natural red color, made Ronan want to bite her like a Frostberry, hoping for some red liquid to come out of it.

He frowned in disgust as Crimson grabbed his bed cloth, and put it in her mouth making it wet. His bed had been stained with a disgusting liquid, he thought.

Ronan stretched out his hand, spread his fingers wide and cupped Crimson’s head. The baby’s head was smaller than the palm of his hand. Judging from her frail body, it might only take a little pressure to crush her.

"Disgusting," the man said, looking deep into Crimson’s eyes.

"I hope you don’t grow up like your father. I don’t need a second Lazarus to trouble my life."

Crimson chuckled, causing Ronan to knit his brows together. He threatened her, but Crimson was laughing at him.

"Are you mocking me? I don’t need your laugh. Don’t laugh if you don’t have teeth yet. That’s disgusting."

Again, Crimson just laughed. The baby had been holding his head long enough for his face to suddenly fall gently onto the bed. Ronan helped the child to return to her back as Arielle had said earlier.

After that Crimson put her own hand in her mouth. Ronan tried to pull Crimson’s hand from her mouth, but the baby’s fist full of drool made him hesitate.

With his index finger, he touched the back of Crimson’s hand, and Crimson quickly grabbed Ronan’s long index finger with one hand she wasn’t eating.

Ronan’s heart beat faster like a shot. Crimson’s little fingers curled around his index finger.

"Ugh..." Even knowing that his index finger was wet with Crimson’s drool, Ronan still didn’t pull it away.

"I’m only going to let you pass tonight," said Ronan, fiddling with Crimson’s drooling little fingers. When Crimson’s hand gripped his index finger, he touched the back of Crimson’s hand again, hoping that the baby would grip his index finger one more time.

Waiting for Arielle turned out to take quite a long time. From the sitting position until lying on his side, facing Crimson and watching the various kinds of incoherent babble that baby was making, Arielle had not come back.

Seeing Crimson reminded Ronan of his late sister, Irene. He didn’t even get to hear how Irene’s voice called him brother. They had to separate early.

"What are you thinking?" asked Arielle. She had changed into a looser nightgown.

"Nothing. Just people in the past," he answered simply.

He pulled back his hand from Crimson’s grasp. Arielle grabbed Ronan’s wet hand, and wiped it with a clean cloth. So did Crimson’s mouth which was brimming with drool.

Arielle adjusted Crimson’s position and sat down beside the baby. Her hands played with those chubby cheeks. Those cheeks felt squishy, and she couldn’t stop playing with them.

"I plan to sleep with you tonight," protested Ronan.

"I’m here now."

"I mean, just the two of us alone."

"Then, who is taking care of Crimson tonight if not me?"

William had clearly expressed his objections. Kael was also busy with palace security matters. Tania was quite old, and Arielle didn’t want to bother her any further. Lucas was also busy with palace affairs after welcoming many people today.

This was Lazarus’s daughter. Couldn’t Ronan have the heart to let someone he doesn’t know take care of his best friend’s baby?

"But, she took all your attention," replied Ronan, burying his face in the pillow beside Crimson.

Arielle chuckled, and then lay on her side on the other side of Crimson while looking at Ronan who looked annoyed.

"Arielle, tomorrow... I just want the two of us alone. Like it or not, William and Kael have to take care of this thing because tomorrow you are all mine."

Arielle nodded. "If that’s what a king wants, I can’t refuse, can I?"

Ronan smiled at her words.