Forced Marriage: Thirteenth Wife
72

It all feels dark.

Roxanne could feel nothing but darkness.

But slowly, there were many feelings flooding in him. Something he might have been trying to hold back, then crumbled after he had fooled himself and risked his own life.

People say, before death, we will understand what kind of man we have been so far.

Whether true or not, but Roxanne can only see herself as a failed human being.

"Without self-respect" he said in his mind. "Without family, without anyone I could love. Maybe without dreams or anything."

Funny, right? Roxanne had lived for over twenty years, but she didn't even have something like that.

Desire for herself, Roxanne just realized she doesn't have. All this time I've only been doctrining Roxanne for life. As simple and sad as that.

Just live, no matter how.

"But come to think of it," Roxanne imagined herself looking at her own reflection in a different angle, "living aimlessly is far worse than dying."

Roxanne felt like she was just laughing. Back in that deep darkness.

I don't know how long. Maybe it felt like Roxanne was there forever until suddenly a sick feeling arose.

Physical pain that is too subtle to be called pain, but also can not be called numbness.

"Roxanne?" The voice caressed his ears. "Open your eyes if you can. Roxanne's."

Roxanne obeyed the voice and tried hard to open her eyes. He was greeted by the face of Arkas who looked at him as if worried.

Yeah, maybe it's just as if.

"Roxanne, can you communicate?" Arkas waved his hand before his eyes. Tested how Roxanne's eyes followed the movement. "You can tell me how many fingers of my hand are erect?"

Roxanne was silent. Make Arkas pull his hand and move.

"So soon check him back."

Roxanne's gaze painstakingly shifted. There were quite a number of people around, but there was only one person Roxanne was looking for.

Sanya.

The girl stood beside Diane, staring at Roxanne expressionlessly. But, somehow Roxanne could understand the meaning of her gaze.

"I'm not lying." That was what sounded in Roxanne's head from Sanya's gaze.

But Roxanne didn't make a sound. He also doesn't know why. Maybe because the conditions are not possible.

After that, the doctor went to whisper something to Arkas and the man nodded slowly.

"You woke up after three days in a coma." Arkas sat back in the chair next to the bed. "That's pretty quick compared to the estimate, but I think your body is traumatized by being seriously injured. For now, close your eyes and rest."

Three days? Roxanne once thought she was unconscious for a month because of the pain of this body now.

Thank goodness it was only three days.

"Young Master." Madam Medea's voice sounded from a distance. "Because Roxanne has opened her eyes, it's good that you rest too. You look after him for three whole days alone. I'm afraid Roxanne's been troubling you."

"Auntie, don't say that kind of thing. My sister-in-law's life is as precious as mine. Making sure he's okay is this worthless Young Master's job."

"Young Master."

Arkas smiled, but his eyes looked at Roxanne. "Hurry to recover. I'm bothered by this kind of thing happening to you. Understand, Roxanne?"

Roxanne's mouth kept locked. Just silent to see Arkas go, it seems that he was very tired of accompanying Roxanne for three days.

But ... Where is Elios?

"Everything out."

Just as Roxanne was thinking about it, a voice she was waiting for sounded. The figure of Elios in magnificent clothes and the eye patch embroidered with golden roses came closer.

He's sitting in Arkas' place. At the same time everyone came out according to his orders.

Roxanne's lips finally moved. Though without a sound, he tried to call Elios.

"You're having a bad thing." Elios placed his hand on Roxanne's forehead, but it was only a faint touch.

Do not disturb the bandage there let alone the wound is still very fresh.

"My wife, I'm making you feel miserable once again. You deserve to be mad at me."

Ah, Elios.

He's still acting.

Roxanne is tired, but why isn't she?