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CHAPTER 43-45

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CHAPTER XLlll

“My head hurts.”

Grace jumped up from her seat and watched the lieutenant heading towards the door. He slammed the tightly shut door open and left it wide open so that the soldiers in the hallway could see what was going on inside the torture chamber.

Grace sighed in relief.

“F*ck me… I need to send her to a prison camp immediately…”

Listening to the lieutenant’s complaint, she prayed to herself.

‘…Yes, please send me.’

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Winston only came to see her in the afternoon.

‘Did he report me to the headquarters? Please, report me.’

Grace looked anxiously at the man sitting across from the iron table.

‘…What’s wrong with him?’

He was quiet.

Winston didn’t even say a blatant greeting when he came in. All he did was sit with his arms crossed and stare at Grace with eyes that she couldn’t understand the meaning of. There was no way that that man would waste meaningless time.

…Nonetheless, what did he want by watching her quietly?

Anxiety began to circulate deep in her stomach.

Uncomfortable with his persistent gaze, Grace twisted her body over and over again. Winston only moved for a short time. He only blinked his eyes from time to time and moved his pupils. Still, his gaze was always on her.

She felt as if she was hypnotized as they faced each other in silence.

Yesterday felt like a dream…

If it weren’t for the nail marks on the back of that man’s hand, she would have insisted that it was a nasty nightmare. As she thought so, Grace looked down at her nails. Would it be okay? They may be pulled out with nippers as he retaliated.

She was having a moment of self-mocking.

Grate.

The sound of the chair being pulled broke the silence.

When she lifted her head, Winston was already standing by her. As he reached out his hand, Grace tensed as the hand large enough to cover her face suddenly approached.

“What, uhp…”

She thought he was going to choke her because he grabbed her neck, so she tried to resist, but she lost her words.

Winston lifted Grace’s chin and caught her lips.

She froze, not expecting he would suddenly kiss her. When the improbable man softly pressed their lips together and then pulled his off, she went numb. However, the kisses grew more and more passionate.

He licked her lips roughly and pressed them against his lips, like something that he had repressed burst out.

‘What the hell was this guy doing?’

Then, it finally tore.

“Uhp, huhp…”

Grace’s lower lip.

Because Winston’s ferocious offensive opened up a wound that had not yet healed, the bitter taste of blood began to spread. Immediately, he carefully licked the blood oozing out of her soft flesh.