PBPGD

CHAPTER 70

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Claude let go Kieran, who was still baffed, and went to the Princess' palace.

The young Marquis shouted, "What the hell is going on?", and ran after him.

However, at Claude's gesture, the guards at the entrance crossed their spears.

"Don't let even an ant enter."

At Claude's command, the guards' eyes become stern.

Kieran stood blankly with his hand raised on the side of his mouth that was wounded.

Claude didn't look back at Kieran, despite the desperate call. The unpleasantness follows each of his steps as he goes up the stairs.

It was due to the old bruises engraved in Lia's fine skin.

Fortunately, she doesn't have any wounds.

The bruises along the line of the undergarment were not made overnight.

Canillia covered herself with that cage-like leather in order to hide her appearance as a woman. It must've been the doings of that bloody Marchioness. Or perhaps Marquis Gillard.

Emotions soared, thinking that Canillia had to endure the pain that has now become a habit.

That's why he couldn't just hold her and came out of the room.

However, he missed her from the moment he turned around.

Clearly, Claude had gone out of his mind.

Even in front of him, even when he turns around, he would miss her no matter where he is.

Standing in front of the door to Lia's room, he suppressed the raging emotions within. It looks like he could kill everyone who were watching on the sidelines of what happened to Canillia.

Obviously, he would if she wished to.

With a chuckle that express his disappointment, he opened the door and went inside. Relying on the light from the burning fireplace,, Claude looks around the room that become cold.

She was supposed to be in the room, but he couldn't see her.

Walking into the center of the room, he could hear the sound of water hitting the floor. And the clothes that were scattered all over the room caught his attention.

Claude entered the bathroom with a rob hanging from the closet.

'Ha... Damn it.'

Beyond the bathtub full of cold water, under the stream of water falling
from the shower.

There she was.

Crouched on the floor with her small body curled up, foamed on soap and rubbing the bruise mark.

She had rubbed the marks until her fair skin turns red.

Lia then buries her face in her knees, and her shoulder trembles.

He got shivers down his spine as he looks at her.

He let out a sigh as he saw her reddened eyes. She stood up under the
water with a determined look on her face.

The calmness of his mind that he tried to regain was shaken.

His heart fell
to the floor at her action, like she was trying to erase the bruises.

Claude dropped her robe and walked towards her. As he gets closer, he could feel the cold water falling from the shower. An indescribable anger cut through his heart.