Forced Marriage: Thirteenth Wife
56

There is a very disturbing heartbeat. And that's Roxanne's heartbeat.

It was not a whirlwind as it was impatient to enjoy the beauty of Elios' face once again up close.

It wasn't a debate because it was nervous about his first experience.

It was annoying, again.

Because Roxanne doesn't know what kind of tiger situation she's going to face after all.

From inside the bed that was covered in quite thick curtains, Roxanne faintly saw Elios enter with the servant.

Elios took off his heavy clothes, though what remained was still quite a lot.

"Dip a little light and turn off the rest other than in bed."

Roxanne from the inside immediately felt completely dark apart from the lighting near the mattress, even dim.

The shadow of Elios is seen approaching and a servant comes following him.

"Young Master, you want me to pour you a drink?"

"No. Go awayl. That's enough."

"good. Enjoy your night."

Elios stopped near the bed, flipping the curtain that hid Roxanne. The man smiled slightly, sitting on the sofa in front of the bed with a bottle of red wine in his hand.

"Roxanne, come. It's a special wine for a special night."

Roxanne. Glanced at the door that was blocked by the curtain, and Elios returned.

"I don't want to" Roxanne answered frankly. "I don't like alcohol."

Now, what does he want? Chewed Roxanne with the alcohol and said Roxanne had a big head just because she was a little lucky?

Or what? He's gonna tear Roxanne's mouth off?

"really?" Elios poured wine into his own glass, filling it almost spilled.

When Roxanne thought she was right to poke her, it turned out that Elios was downing himself. He drank it up to three-quarters of a glass, then groaned.

"Fifty years is different."

What exactly is this psychopath thinking?

"Should I take my clothes off now?" Roxanne doesn't hide her rude attitude. "Ah, your clothes too? Let's keep your eyes closed."

Even now Elios still wears the cover.

"Do what you like, my wife. It's your first night."

He's really crazy Roxanne murmured in horror. Hearing Elios speak softly without mentioning Eri's name was frightening.

It is useless because Elios did not see it.

"Even if you pretend you don't remember anything" Roxanne said as she continued to undress layer by layer, "I'm not going to follow you. I remember clearly I was strangling you and saying you were useless. I haven't changed my mind."

Elios laughed. "I remember it, my wife."

Hid. He who laughs is more difficult to guess than he who is emotional.

What is really possessing him now?

"Man is useless." Elios raised his glass high, pouring the contents of the rest of the glass into Roxanne's head.

Of course, Roxanne was surprised. He spontaneously closed his eyes, thinking Elios would immediately strangle him again when suddenly something Roxanne unexpected felt.

A person's hot tongue tickles the flow of wine on Roxanne's cheeks.

"My wife" Elios whispered, "I'll prove I'm not a useless man."

"What's—"

Not yet had Roxanneten from the shock, Elios' lips had already pressed Roxanne's lips.

His heart was again beating uncomfortably. Roxanne senses a danger coming from Elios' actions, but she doesn't know what. He couldn't guess what.

Why wasn't the emotional Elios angry when Roxanne was being rude? Why would he kiss Roxanne full of tenderness?

"Ah."

Elios smiles. "Meet me" he said before biting Roxanne's ear full of temptation "Your first weak spot."

Roxanne's face flushed. Even though he hated Elios, Roxanne had never done any service so far.

And it made everything worse when Elios' face was in front of his eyes.

He was really so handsome that Roxanne was willing to tear his face apart, so as not to be sidetracked from the hatred of admiration.

Goddamnit!

"What's wrong?" Elios licked his own lips loose leaving a mark on Roxanne's neck.

Although his eyes were closed, he seemed to know what expression Roxanne had on her face now. "Roxanne, touch me anywhere. I'm allowing it."

"No need." Roxanne hardens the muscles of her hands and feet. "I'm not the least bit interested in you."

Elios laughed freshly, pulling his hair back as if he knew that when he did, he looked like an unreal creature.

"Unfortunately," Elios smiled at Roxanne's lips, "i'm too handsome to be rejected by you."

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