a gorgeous white by Heather_anare

301: Obedient husband

"I thought you were dead..."

Moulin turned his head to the side. He wasn't at all affected by that terrible smile on the man's face. Strange. It has been so long since he had even seen this man. Why does he still remember how he used to look. Shuddering, Moulin threw the thought at the back of his mind. His eyes slowly drifted to the horrible bruising he made on the man's face. Nevertheless, it was fortunate the man still had the wits to talk.

"You... won't talk to me?" Quade's smile fell. The craze in his eyes became darker and darker, yet he still hadn't wiped off the smile on his face. "Hm?... Why won't you talk to me? You know... I never believed you were dead."

"..." Moulin only looked at him calmly as he kept talking.

"Why were you so easily killed? How did the brave, virtuous, and beautiful young master die so easily? Your name was all they talked about before. The courageous aphrodite maeruthan joining impossible missions, surviving in the wild, and rescuing the lives of Lords. Pah! And you were killed so... so... easily."

'Why was this all about me?' Moulin internally questioned. 'It's not like we met many times before. I practically ignored his existence.'

"You... " Quade gritted his teeth. His smile was twitching. "You ruined me..."

"..."

Creak!

The door to the room opened, and the two people within both raised their heads to look. Striding with long and slow steps, Lord Hadrian Hercullio searched the room. His eyes stopped at Moulin, and he didn't hesitate to come over. His tall stature was enough to make all men cower in fear. Golden eyes glowing like a devil's gaze. Everything about him screamed dangerously. It was only in Moulin's eyes did he appear loving and gentle.

Moulin's eyes softened as Hadrian approached him. Acting as if there was no one else in the room this time, Hadrian reached out his hand and caressed Moulin's rosy cheek.

"You'll get cold if you don't get changed," Hadrian whispered as he thumbed the rouge spread on Moulin's cheek. His eyes were glancing down at the red outfit of his beloved.

Moulin nodded, "I will change soon."

"Ha!"

The pair were interrupted by the manic laughter belonging to the third person in the room. Catching their attention, Quade's laughter died down, and a terrible smile appeared on his face. "So it was true! The murdering Lord really was enamored by the third young master. How laughable! So? Did you turn crazy enough to bring him back from the dead? Is this how he's here? Did he pleased you so much that you couldn't forget about him?"

Hadrian's eyes narrowed, and in the next second, he appeared before Quade and grabbed the man's jaw just like how Moulin did. The pain from his jaw was aroused, and Quade released an agonizing scream. Only this time, Hadrian's hold was much tighter, much stronger, and even more excruciating. There was a terrible look in Hadrian's eyes. The golden pools of his pupils seemed to overwhelm Quade to the point of trembling in fear. He was gazing into the eyes of death. He felt like he would be eaten alive.

He was going to die... He was going to die... He... couldn't look away...

"Hadrian..." Moulin called. It was but one word, but it was enough for Hadrian to stop.

The Golden Lord raised his head, realizing the frosty sheet that had spread on Quade's jaw. Hadrian was too distracted to realized he had triggered Moulin's abilities. But there was no regret in his eyes. He was still unsatisfied. A thousand of deaths from this man couldn't satisfy him. He wanted to cut him deep, mangle him, stitch him up again, and mangle him. Over and over...