If You're Going to Sell Yourself, Sell It to Me - Side Story 13

As if trying to make up for the time he hadn’t been able to touch her, Locke thrust into her continuously.

By the third time, Georgiana had nearly lost consciousness and passed out. She awoke from a light sleep as she felt someone washing her.

In the warm water, Locke’s hands were diligently lathering her body with soap.

With her eyes half-open, Georgiana quietly watched him at work.

Then, as his hand moved between her legs, she flinched.

Locke rinsed the soap from his hand and slid his long fingers inside her.

From behind, she could feel him growing hard again.

Every time he moved his fingers, her breasts began to swell heavily again.

Just as he glanced at her and tried to lower her body onto himself, Georgiana shouted, “Locke, stop it!”

In response to her refusal, he replied with a dejected voice, “It’s been so long. Whenever I see you, he goes wild. I can’t help it. It’s not like I can remove it.”

When the large-framed man pouted his lips so timidly, Georgiana couldn’t help but smile, thinking of Theo.

She turned her head and gently kissed Locke’s pouting lips.

“We have plenty of time from now on. If we keep going, there might not be any milk left for Freya.”

It wasn’t an exaggeration. Far from breast engorgement, she felt like half her breasts had been emptied, she had been drained so much.

Thankfully, Freya didn’t drink much—if it had been Theo, he would’ve burst into tears, complaining there wasn’t enough.

“That’s true.”

Locke sighed regretfully as he touched her now softened breast.

Perhaps she thought they were talking about her—Freya’s cry rang out from outside the door.

At the same time, came a knock.

“Madam, the young lady is asking for you.”

Though she couldn’t see her, Georgiana could imagine the nanny fidgeting nervously beyond the door.

Using Locke’s shoulder for support, Georgiana carefully stood up from the tub.

Before stepping out, she didn’t forget to kiss his forehead.

“I’ll be right back.”

Only after her reassurance did Locke’s face finally brighten.

Watching him in moments like these, Georgiana shook her head, thinking it felt like raising three children.

Once dressed, she passed through the inner door into the child’s room.

As expected, the nanny was anxiously pacing while holding the baby.

Freya, who had been so calm she rarely cried, was now bawling with a red face.

It had been quite a long while, after all.

Georgiana immediately lowered her blouse and brought the baby to her breast.

Freya quickly began to suckle with her small mouth, filling her belly.

“She’s truly lovely—though I don’t say that just because she’s the young lady.”

As Georgiana laid the now-sleeping Freya into the cradle, the nanny said with adoration in her eyes.

The child who looked just like Georgiana was as fair and beautiful as an angel.

Her platinum blonde hair, brighter than gold, and eyes like deep green forest had already captured many hearts.

Angus, who had been completely taken by Theo, was so anxious after seeing Freya that he insisted they increase the security around the house.

Locke, who would rush over with fire in his eyes at even a hint of trouble concerning Georgiana or Freya, and Angus, and now even Theo—who was already showing signs of resembling his father.

It was already clear that Freya’s romantic future would be full of obstacles.

They might even wish she would live unmarried her entire life.

With a soft sigh, Georgiana kissed the baby’s cheek and stepped out of the room.

Just as she was heading back to Locke after checking around the estate, the butler hurried toward her. In his hand was a letter.

“Madam, Lady Tobias is expected to visit soon.”

“What? That wasn’t on the schedule. I haven’t heard anything from Sarah either.”

“It seems the mail was delayed. The letter was supposed to arrive last week, but only just arrived today. It says she’s arriving in Northwest today.”

Georgiana looked at the butler with a surprised expression.

He handed her the letter.

As she quickly read through it, Georgiana’s eyes widened in shock.

“She’s arriving in an hour?”

“Yes, Madam. Judging by the train’s arrival time, that seems to be about right.”

Georgiana was momentarily taken aback, but she quickly composed herself.

“Inform the head maid of this news and tell the kitchen to begin preparing refreshments for our guest.”

“Yes, Madam. I’ll get started right away.”

The butler bowed and hurried down the corridor.

Georgiana glanced around more carefully.

The estate was always kept clean, so no special tidying was necessary.

They always had plenty of ingredients on hand in case of guests—including Angus.

After checking the drawing room one last time, she went upstairs to inform Locke of the news.

***

“Leona!”

Sarah rushed into Georgiana’s arms.

As soon as she opened her arms, Sarah collapsed into them with a radiant smile.

In her rush, the ribbon tied around her chin came loose, and her dainty bonnet flew off. Anthony, noticing this, swiftly caught it.

He was so used to this happening that his reaction was effortless.

Still hugging Georgiana tightly, Sarah looked up at her with sparkling eyes.

“How can you look exactly like you did when we met on the ship, even after giving birth to two children? I can’t believe you delivered just a few months ago.”

Georgiana smiled and replied to Sarah’s words, “That’s you, Sarah. You’re as beautiful as ever.”

Sarah, too, didn’t look like a woman raising two young sons.

Perhaps because of her petite build, she even looked younger than her age.

Her letters had mentioned how much stress her sons were causing her, but there wasn’t the slightest sign of fatigue on her face. She still looked as youthful and bright as ever.

“But more importantly, where’s Freya? I’ve been dying to see her since I heard she looks just like you.”

Sarah stretched her neck, glancing around the room.

Having only sons, Sarah had been especially delighted when she heard Georgiana had given birth to a daughter.

“It’s about time for her to wake up. Would you like to see her?”

“Yes!”

Sarah answered with great excitement and called out to her children.

“Kayden! Lucas!”

The two boys, who had been eating cookies, stopped at once and sprang to their feet.

“You have to wash your hands clean before seeing an angel. Go wash up quickly.”

Anthony smiled and guided the boys away.

Thanks to their father’s gentle parenting, the two boys—who were usually quite playful—obediently followed their mother’s instructions.

Georgiana ascended the stairs with Sarah and her family to Freya’s room.

As they climbed, Sarah commented in admiration, “But how did you ever come to name your daughter after your mother? It’s such a meaningful and beautiful name.”

Georgiana smiled at her words.

She had few memories of her mother, but every time she thought of her, the warmth and gentleness she felt had inspired the name Freya.

Angus had wept the moment he heard it.

Once in the room, Sarah’s eyes sparkled at the dainty decorations.

The nanny explained that Georgiana had made most of the items herself, and Sarah was deeply impressed by her handiwork.

But all her admiration vanished the moment she laid eyes on Freya.

Speechless with awe, Sarah stared at the tiny baby.

“She’s absolutely precious… how can anyone be this beautiful?”

Even the boys, standing beside Sarah, couldn’t take their eyes off Freya.

Lucas, especially—who was the same age as Theo—stood pressed against the crib, unwilling to move.

His deep gray eyes locked onto Freya’s without blinking.

Freya usually cried when strangers approached, but she smiled sweetly at Lucas.

Seeing this, Sarah asked with a grin, “Lucas, do you like Freya that much?”

Lucas eagerly nodded several times.

Just then, the door burst open, and Theo entered, his lesson just having ended.

He looked around at everyone in the room, then strode straight up to Lucas, who was standing next to the crib.

“She’s my sister.”

Theo declared firmly, and pulled Lucas back from the crib.

Apparently, that wasn’t enough—he even stepped in front of Lucas to block his view.

Lucas, momentarily hesitating, then asked in a serious tone, “Can I take her with me? I’ll give you everything in my treasure chest.”

“No.”

“Please.”

At that, both Sarah and Georgiana burst into laughter at their children’s conversation.