Leon sighed. He knew he couldn't win a verbal confrontation against the clan Elder. A direct refusal would be an unforgivable insult, and he could not afford to ruin his relationship with his father-in-law, not after the forced revelation he had just endured. He felt his mounting physical exhaustion was dangerously overshadowing his usual hyper-vigilance. His entire body felt desperately drained."I... deeply appreciate the gesture, Grandpa Martin," Leon admitted. He reached for the cup before him, showing immense obedience and formality—something he couldn't easily bypass, as it was essential for respecting his wife's family. A silent moment marked his final caution."Excellent," Grandpa Martin said, his eyes glinting slyly. "To the formal establishment of... the Hidden Dragon’s Crown that you have revealed. And to Celine... who now knows a partial truth about your secrets. And soon, to the birth of offspring. We shall embrace all of this slowly. May all malicious intent never interru

“I... I truly desire to make love to you now,” Leon whispered fiercely, then roughly ripped off his soaking shirt. “Not as a pathetic loser, Darling. But as... a fully awakened Dragon, surging in the depths of this endless night!”Leon's white shirt, drenched in sweat, came off with a violent motion, revealing his muscular, glistening physique. The powerful muscles severely strained under the influence of the all-consuming spiced elixir. The intense heat radiating from Leon's body aggressively assailed Celine’s senses, plunging her into an aura of raw, absolute desire. The complex scent of the tonic, sweat, and primal craving completely permeated the entire room. Celine felt her heart pounding—not solely from terror, but from the tempest of hidden emotions she had suppressed for so long. The blend of growing affection in her heart, combined with a raw reverence and worship for her formidable husband, surged."You... you cannot control this completely, Leon," Celine whispered, her voic

Worth far more than fleeting, meaningless riches."Celine turned her head slightly, peering at Leon from over her shoulder. Leon's eyes, which had recently burned with fierce, brutal passion, were now intensely clear, radiating a deeply adoring affection. His smile was immensely gentle—a profound, disarming smile that convinced her completely and made her long to simply dissolve into his embrace. She gently caressed Leon’s cheek. "And all your astonishing actions... were a colossal shock to me, Leon," Celine confessed. All her prior embarrassment melted away instantly. Leon's absolute honesty last night—the sincere confession, his forceful dominance—was a moment of utter, absolute truth she could never dismiss. She softly rubbed Leon’s cheek. "You... are My Hero. Why did you consistently pretend that you never fully acknowledged my worth?" . "Why are you still harboring such anxiety?" Leon countered, turning his body fully to face Celine directly. "I can vividly see that you are exper

Grandpa Martin aggressively restrained his underlying fury, ensuring his words remained formally polite. Leon offered a faint smirk. This precisely matched the meticulous scenario Leon had calculated. Leon casually turned his head, staring at Marko, his gaze conveying absolute, undisputed authority."I am completely overwhelmed by all these profound surprises this morning, Darling," Celine whispered intimately to Leon, tightly leaning her face closer to her husband's cheek. The deeply comforting scent of Leon's masculine mint cologne now amplified her security; he wasn't simply some cheap swindler."This is... merely the absolute beginning, Ms. Celine," Leon softly whispered back, gently holding Celine’s hand underneath the table, a intensely comforting grasp. The slight, tender connection was a sincere confirmation of their shared emotional victory. Ms. Barta, now completely irritated and absolutely enraged, forcefully threw her porridge spoon onto the table. "I vehemently refuse to

Celine sighed, watching Leon's back disappear behind the securely shut door of their private elevator. Her husband's sudden departure left a surging wave of turbulent emotions within her. The soft smile lingering from the previous night gradually faded. She walked listlessly toward the bedroom door, which remained slightly ajar, ensuring her husband had truly left and finalized all the 'urgent business' that now seemed to dominate his life. A quiet mumble, an uncontainable inner voice, escaped her lips."He is always so secretive. Do I not deserve to know your secret, Leon?" Celine muttered, her voice filled with deep curiosity and an honest admission. Although her sincere love for Leon was now confessed, she felt an intense, crushing dilemma. Leon’s secrets always felt so heavy and untouchable, as if she were deemed unworthy to grasp them fully.Now, Celine felt an intense duality in her heart. Leon, her intimate and loving husband, suddenly shifted into Leon, the cold, secret hero,