Fuschia gripped Dylan's thick wrist after hearing the guard's voice outside. She didn't want Dylan to suddenly disappear again like last time. Dylan looked at his wrist. He chuckled. It's funny to see her tiny hand trying to hold his big hand.
"Yes? It's okay over here. What's wrong?"
"No, it's just, you seem to take much longer in there. We are just worried, Your Highness,"
“Ohoho, there's nothing to worry about. We are in the middle of having fun by dressing up. Just wait,"
"As you command, Your Highness."
When the sound of footsteps drifted away, Fuschia could breathe a sigh of relief. "Phew,"
Dylan looked at Fuschia then smiled faintly. "Did you know that these tiny hands won't hurt me?"
"Of course I know. You can easily slap my hand away. Are you going to do that?”
Dylan shook his head. "What are you going to do with them?"
"Who knows. Do you have anything to wake them up?”
Dylan reached int
"Then, will you make a deal with me, Mr. Andre?"For someone like me, who used to live in a capitalist country such as Indonesia, I am such a rare. I don't belong to the pro-competitive society faction. I am a slow, no ambitious, and avoid competitiveness kind of person. But it has to change now! I believe that it can't be helped for wealth to accumulate to some extent. Especially when I expected a baby. I have to earn as much money as possible no matter what.However, this world is different. To begin with, it's impossible to display fair competitiveness in a world that discriminates against social status.So I need a breakthrough that astonishes the rich people in this land. Made them spend their money on my items! The easiest thing I can do is the fashion business.Although in my first life I worked as a cashier with a mediocre salary, I also had a side business, namely a reseller of women's clothing. The demand for products is so much with consumers w
'This man! Who is he again?’The man put on his best smile then bowed his head. “Greeting to the little moon of Drachentia Kingdom, Crown Princess.”His face was familiar, but I couldn't put this man's name on the tip of my tongue.“I am the Count of Lanchaster, Rubert Lanchaster. It's nice to meet you outside the palace, Your Highness,”"I see, so you are Laura's father? No wonder Laura is such a beauty, hohoho~”I need small talk like this right?In the past before the birth of my son, I had often heard the name of the Count of Lanchaster mentioned in every gossip at the tea party. Many take his name as an example of an unlucky womanizer. Rumors about his venereal disease spread until no one else wanted to see him. They were all afraid the disease would spread to them.Even though his image so far is that of a husband who is loyal to his sick wife, but this venereal disease proves the opposite. Al
Hayden and Raymon just got out of the dungeon. They are still strolling around the small temple as they are about to go back to his palace. The moon still peeked shyly from behind the overcast clouds. It was another night of relief for Hayden who had just unleashed his violent desires.Raymon glances at him. He didn't want to destroy Hayden's smiling face by asking a question that put him in a bad mood. But they were alone, so, “Your Highness, aren't you too lenient to that slave to even ask him to spend the night with the Crown Princess again tomorrow? Wasn't your goal by using him had already been accomplished because the Crown Princess was already pregnant?”The smile on Hayden's face dropped. "Because it is fun. You heard yourself that the Crown Princess asked me to come to her room. I don't want to do that, so who else? That woman snores in her sleep! You think I can last another night with her?”“I see, Your Highness.”
'I don't want her to see my wound. It's hideous. What if she gets disgusted when she sees me, then she leaves after she opens a little of herself like this?'His body was full of wounds that were left to close on their own. Most of them were his scars from fighting monsters. Even though he couldn't heal his own wounds with his saliva, his body healed pretty quickly. But still, the pain must linger. Moreover, he came to Fuschia after being tortured by Hayden that night.'I need to find a way to quickly get rid of those damn bugs inside me! F*ck!' while he was drowning in his internal anger, Fuschia's hands had already lifted his shabby clothes.“What are you doing?” Dylan stopped Fuschia's nimble hand.“I wanted to check if you were okay!”"I'm fine-"“Don't tell me other than bruising I'm fine! I can guess what a guy like you is thinking.""What do guys like me think?" Dylan held Fuschia's hand, then look
Fuschia took a deep breath. “What if ... I asked you to run away with me? Will you come with me?”Dylan frown.She just realized that her proposition just now was done impulsively. How could she invite a stranger she had just met to go with her when she hadn't even asked Merri, his close friend? No wonder Dylan looked annoyed.Fuschia bit her lower lip. Realizing how ridiculous her request was just now. 'Who the hell am I, to think he's willing to run away with me?'Fuschia was about to open her mouth to say that her invitation just now was a joke, but Dylan preceded her."Yeah, let's do it, Fuschia." There was no doubt in his words.The stern gaze and straightforward smile directed at Fuschia strengthened the woman's heart. He reached out his hand. When his rough hand popped out in front of her, Fuschia grabbed it with her two hands. His hand, which was cold until just now, felt warm. Even such an insignificant change in tempera
"Can I... love her?"Fuschia grabbed Dylan's hand which caresses her lips. “Depend on what you did,” she said.Dylan hugged Fuschia tightly, they sinking deeper into her soft bed Thanks to Dylan's weight. The mattress seemed to be deflated so they couldn't help but stick to each other.“I feel like I gain a comrade,” says Fuschia giggly. "Later when we success escapes from this place, you can live freely as you wish." Fuschia's oceanic blue eyes gazing sweetly at his.Dylan squinted his eyebrows. His hand that caresses Fuschia's lips halted. He was stubbornly looking straight ahead. Even when Fuschia looked at him, she could only his side profile."What? Why suddenly? Are you mad at me?” Fuschia asked him.Dylan did not answer immediately. He closed his mouth for a moment and thought about something. Then he looked at the ceiling, and let out a heavy sigh. After that, he broke the silence.“I'm angr
Fuschia still blinking hard. Attempt to come up with a good reason.No wonder if Dylan questioned it, as his first appearance is when he disguised as Hayden on the first night. He thought it would be impossible for Fuschia to guess Dylan's real appearance when he turned into Hayden.Fuschia couldn't say that she knew it because her baby had blonde hair as well when the baby wasn't even born yet! Moreover, to say that she came back from the future. Dylan could have thought she was retarded.She thinks that using her brain often, her brain will be sharpened so that she can come up with an answer immediately. But, yes, she is still that ignorant Fuschia."Oh. that? How can I not know? Haha... ha, you showed up to save me that night. I smell your scent, right? You smell the same as when you disguised as Hayden."“But the potion I drank took away my body's original scent. That Prince and Raymon have prepared me thoroughly, even to the point of sce
Fuschia rubbed her forehead with her hand. "I already said that I didn't give a second chance." When she spoke, her tone was like shards of ice.Fuschia asked Tina to serve her while the other three chambermaids, Merri, Tilda, and Laila stood bowing their heads on the side of the sofa.“Tina, what happened today?” Fuschia asked Tina who was caught frequently turning her head to her colleague while serving her.It was a careless act of a maidservant for not paying full attention to the lady she served. If she did that to another lady, a whipping punishment was not impossible.Tina was never very good at hiding things, and it was easy to tell when she told a lie. She was trying to find a way out of this situation, but it was obvious that Fuschia would find out no matter what.The maids always tried to be loyal to each other. And Fuschia knew that. So she whispered to Tina. Then Tina whispered back to her. Their conversation was so quiet t