A Fake Concubine Was Caught by the Tyrant

Chapter 12

The woman’s cry grew louder each time the man said so, but she was supposed to cry when she felt sad.

She had to let out sadness as much as she could in order to stand back on her feet again.

“It’s okay.”

The man wanted the woman to open the door and come back inside, but she didn’t.

The sound of her cry outside the door gradually stopped.

Why did she cry? For what reason….

The man clenched his fist. He clenched it so tight that his veins protrude out on the wrist.

‘Why am I so angry? Why am I so curious about the reason why she’s crying?’

“Sigh… Are you okay?”

The man eventually asked.

He couldn’t do what the woman did to him before, comforting her continuously while saying she would be fine.

He was worried about a woman he couldn’t even see right at that moment.

“Don’t you want to answer me?”

The woman didn’t answer.

She didn’t cry anymore, but the sound of something moving could still be heard.

The man nervously swept his hair up at the sound of something rustling outside.

“Do whatever you want. Because I’m going to do whatever I want, too.”

The man grabbed the doorknob right away without thinking any further.

Also, a strong spark began to occur and the wind blew.

There was a great wave as if not letting the man go out of the room.

At that time, Helen felt strange as she stayed outside the door. When she was looking at the door, it began to squeak.

As if the man was grabbing the doorknob.

Helen sprang up to her feet and opened the door, forgetting the fact that she was still in a state of crying.

“N-No way….”

Did he do it again even when he knew his hands would be burned and looked unsightly?

When the door opened, she caught sight of the weak man, and then the library which was already in a mess.

Did he really try to open the door?

“I can see you now.”