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Chapter 69 – Changes (1) | 19

When she would scrunch her face in discomfort, he would loosen his grip, but if she tried to escape at that moment, he would tighten it again quickly. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t win against him in terms of strength. Finally, she decided she would have to wait until he let her go.

With her eyes wide open, Viola watched Lustian, who still had his eyes closed.

Why am I facing him? She sought to turn away from him but noticed that his lower body seemed to be moving slightly. This worried her, that he might try to initiate s*x as soon as her back was turned to him. As such, without a recourse she remained in the same position. The best she could do was to prevent her b*s*ms from touching him by placing her hands between their chests…

…Why is he acting like this? If he’s finished with his business, shouldn’t he get the hell out of here?

She stared daggers at him for a moment. Then her gaze travelled to his cheek.

Has it really completely healed?

That moment, her mind was not in her control to say the least about her emotions. Upon making the mistake of drawing her blade against him in a desperate attempt at vengeance, she had regretted not being able to rein in her own emotions. Now, in hindsight, she was certain that if she were to trace back to that moment somehow, she would refrain from committing the same mistake again. However, since he had reappeared without so much as a scratch, she felt a weight lift off her shoulders. But that didn’t mean her anger and hate had disappeared. This man was the leader of the Blood Army instrumental in Edward’s death…

Viola bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut. But moments later, without realizing it, she had already opened her eyes again to look at his face. As his black hair was tousled by the breeze coming in from somewhere, his sharp features came into view.

Black hair, dark eyebrows, a perfect nose. The tightly closed lips under were cold and intimidating, but he was beautiful. How many women had seen this face and fallen for him? The saying that princesses loved him was likely the truth. Since they would have all had that first night with him…

She thought of Princess Anne and the other princesses who had participated in the o*gy with the imperial family.

He’s probably slept with all of them, right?

Suddenly, she felt as if hot coals were in her stomach. This abrupt feeling of disconcert that threatened to overwhelm her was so foreign that she knew not what to do.

What is this emotion…?

She didn’t love this man in the first place, so it didn’t matter what kinds of women he slept with.

This man is just choosing a crown princess. No, he’s using that as an excuse to treat princesses like his toys… She felt sure that the only reason he had noticed her, the only reason he sought after her and not one of his concubines, was simply in pursuit of s*xu*l satisfaction.

Suddenly she felt repulsed by the sight of him, she tilted her head down and away. In doing so, she discovered some teeth marks on his shoulder.

…Oh my. I-is that from me?

Last night, as he was entering her, she had bitten him to try to hold in her m*ans. She had done that every time but she’d never noticed any marks like this. Was it because she felt more self-conscious in the waiting room and tried harder to stay silent? No, she couldn’t remember whether she’d m*aned, screamed or not.