NOVEL NEXT Chapter 27
When she turned her head to the other side to avoid his lips, Robern followed suit, meeting her gaze.
Robern was closely studying Ophelia’s expression. Realizing this, Ophelia deliberately hardened her features. She then looked him straight in the eye.
“That’s the behavior of a scoundrel. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself as a man?”
“Think of me as a bastard who’s worse than a lowly scoundrel, so I have no shame.”
“…….”
“And you should only say those kinds of things after I’ve done something.”
Robern gently smoothed the furrow between Ophelia’s furrowed brows. Ophelia was on high alert, but Robern found her rather cute, and silently chuckled.
“You’ve got your fur all bristled up. Guess I’ll have to do something about that.”
“Lord Valent!”
“You’re still not calling me by my first name, will you keep doing that until the end? Why don’t you try begging me to let you go, using my name of course. Who knows? I might just let you leave peacefully.”
Robern was the kind of man who wouldn’t listen even if she had pleaded or begged. He had a purpose behind him forcibly entering her dressing room…
……And it was surely an impure one.
“Oh, were you perhaps hoping that I would do something instead?”
Ophelia pursed her lips shut, afraid of being forcibly kissed again, but Robern burst out laughing. As he chuckled, the breeze blew over her exposed shoulder.
It was a blatant mockery.
Ophelia knew. To Robern, she was no different from a common whore.
Feeling something hard within her snap, Ophelia suddenly raised her hand, wanting to slap his cheek feeling that by doing this, it might ease the ache in her heart.
But Robern grabbed Ophelia’s wrist too quickly.
“If you slap me, who knows what else I might do, might be much worse.”
“…….”
“You shouldn’t hit a man carelessly, what if he came back at you, all horny and fired up?”
“How would you get that from a slap…….”
“Because I know from experience, the touch of your hand can be quite thrilling.”
Robern whispered secretly into Ophelia’s ear. His low voice pircked her ear.
“You were standing like this the other day too.”
Robern held back a laugh as he watched her wrist tremble in his grasp. He felt a familiar rush of pleasure as he watched Ophelia’s face crumple like a sheet of paper.
Yes, this is how Ophelia should be. There was nothing more fun and exhilarating than watching her squirm under his control.
“Don’t be too scared. I just came here to be alone with you.”
Ophelia, who had been trembling in anger, firmly squeezed her wrist where Robern had released it.
“If you have something to do, go ahead and do it so we can get this over with.”
“I told you, I came to be with you.”
“……Why?”
Tears stubbornly pushed their way out, driven by some vague sorrow. As Ophelia raised her glistening eyes, Robern slightly furrowed his brow.
Ah, I’ve made her cry again. Robern clicked his tongue and reached out to touch Ophelia’s cheek, but as soon as he made contact, Ophelia pushed his hand away.
“I know very well that you don’t like me. You’re probably acting like you’re interested in me because of your pride. You might have disliked the idea of me saying I like you and then marrying another man. But let’s stop with the games.”
“Pride, huh.”
Robern muttered as he grabbed Ophelia’s cheek.
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