The Atrocious Duke'S Wife

The Atrocious Duke'S Wife
Chapter 35: The Connected Soul


THIS WORK IS FICTION. NAMES, CHARACTERS, EVENTS, PLACES, ARE JUST A DELUSION. PLEASE READERS BE WISE IN RESPONDING.


Not long after that, I heard a knock on my door.


Strange, usually when a night like this no one will knock on my bedroom door.


Is Elise knocking? If so, maybe he needs something from me.


I got off the surface of my bed and walked over to the door and opened it.


But who would have thought, he even visited my room.


"You?"


What the hell is he doing here? When I wanted to ask further I was silenced first.


He instantly dropped his head and buried his face in the recess of my neck.


My body warmed up as her warm breath hit my skin. His burly hands now wrapped around and wrapped around my back.


Due to our considerable height difference, he slightly bent his body so I easily returned his embrace.


"You smell," he whispered, making me feel a burning sensation that began to slowly creep up.


I prefer not to reply to his words, and I say to give him a word of appreciation for his efforts in this person.


"Congratulations, for your hard work" I said. He was just shaking, it seemed like he was still angry.


However, if he was still angry then why did he hug me so tightly?


"I thought I'd lose my life."


He seemed to hang his words, therefore I just remained silent to hear the continuation of the sentence he was about to lay to me.


"However, you beautifully appeared leading the archers to launch a rain of arrows" he explained, and somehow it made my cheek area start to heat up.


Even the warm shadow of her lips that met mine could not be erased from my mind.


"For the stars of the night that remain steadfast beautify the sky when the clouds of cloudiness get in the way, that's what you were in my sight at the time."


"It turns out you're poetic, too," I tried to fend off the growing heat on my cheek.


I didn't think she could make such beautiful words, too.


"I'm just expressing what's on my mind."


I do not know how long we have been in this position, but in fact I am reluctant to release it from my side.


Ah, what exactly have you done to me, Arlen de Floniouse?


"Do you want to listen to anything else I feel when I see you?" bargain and I just kept quiet and nodded slowly.


The proof, I was addicted to listening to how he thought about me, or rather about Cassandra la Devoline.


I felt a pain in my heart when I realized that the one who should have received this was Cassandra la Devoline, and not me.


Now he began to let go of this embrace, and began to look at me with the exact same gaze when we had just gained victory over all our efforts.


"The cold snow that keeps falling, does not dwell on my intention to get and feel the warmth of your love."


I'm really embarrassed and happy to hear it, all my life I've never felt such a tickling feeling so far.


"D-basic teaser," I said pretending to be gluttonous as I turned my face away and began to avoid it.


I also began to walk closer to the big window that became my instrument to see the outside view of this magnificent residence.


Though outside the snow fog is very heavy, but why am I even hot like this?!


I dropped my groin on the surface of the soft seat that was and facing directly to the window I mentioned earlier.


At first I wanted to relieve the heat that enveloped my entire body, but it was immediately thwarted when I heard the whisper that made me crumble.


"Are you ashamed?"


I gasped as his hands smothered and wrapped around my body, so that I could not run and could only thrash.


"Take off" I said, turning my head and throwing a sharp look at him, but he only raised the corner of his lips.


I was upset, but not because he was mocking me. I'm upset that I can't refuse to admit that he's so handsome with that kind of shitty look.


"Have you forgotten about our deal?" his ambiguous questioning made me frown confused.


What deal does he mean? Don't blame me because I'm a forgetful person.


But if there is something precious to me, I will never forget it from my memory.


He seemed to cluck in annoyance at my question, then a sentence thrown from his lips caught me by aghast with my eyes glared.


"You said you'd be mine when I managed to bring victory," he said, making my energy collect so that it could be released from the twists.


My eyes moved here and there as if I was remembering something.


"Oh? I can't believe you're a liar. It seems I've been judging you too high all this time" he said and I really don't like it.


Even his mocking gaze looked like it was real, making me even more annoyed.


"Liar? Hey, just so you know, I remember everything. And I'll prove that I'm not a liar!" my sergeant was upset and managed to make him smile on his side while looking proud.


In the instant I looked at that smile, I instantly came to my senses and cursed myself.


Jeez why am I always so rash when I make decisions and talk?!


These are all his tricks to keep me trapped in his trap!


I'm such a fool! Stupid, stupid, stupid!


In one fell swoop, I was in his cage too. My back is against the wall behind me.


Both of his hands were right beside my head, preventing me from escaping a single step.


Her net was unceasingly staring at mine, and fear was now beginning to come over and gripped my heart.


I folded my lips trying to brave myself and fight it all.


Yes, I have to fight it! This is just ordinary physical contact. Even other people used to do it with strangers, so why don't I?


This fear must be resisted, not allowed to rule the lela lock and control ourselves.


At first, that was what I kept thinking so that I could fight it all.


I was terrified, my body was shaking, tears started flooding so I closed both my eyelids to hide the puddle.


I can't get that bastard out of my memory. That figure seemed to control and control me, just like the fear that was engulfing the deepest part of me.


Resignation, is the thing I can do. My courage at that time was only a temporary, fragile mask.


I thought the mask could hide and slowly remove myself.


But finally, it is the self that will continue to win, even though the nature of the identity is very sad and terrible.


"Better not to."


Those words instantly awakened me and led me out of the depths of this puddle of fear.


I opened my eyelids that had been decorated with water grains and immediately looked at his back that was behind me.


"I want to connect with you. I want to enjoy it with you. And I don't want to do it on the basis of coercion" he said, making me feel like I'm being hit by a very harsh reality.


Doubt, fear, was knocked out when the punch hit me.


I want to connect? I don't want to do it on a coercive basis?


My mind keeps working. Would that bastard say such a thing when he forced me to unite with his disgusting self?


That's when I realized. The person in front of me is him. A cruel figure according to the novel's point of view, one who never hurt me a single hair.


It's Arlen. The Duke Arlen de Floniouse. The perfect figure, as well as the one I love.


And he was much taller and much better than that bastard figure.


How can I consider and equate the figure I love with that bastard?


"I want to connect with you," I replied to the mysterious look he made on me.


Somehow the nervousness began to follow me, and I also began not to bear the look that pierced me.


She looked at me for a long time, and my heart was so agitated that she looked at me like that.


"I accept gladly" he replied, and he immediately wrapped his arms around my waist and grabbed me until there was no distance between us.


Why does my heart feel blooming like a cherry blossom that only blooms in spring?


Is this my spring? Strange, even though outside is being hit by ice grains that freeze the skin to the bone.


But why does my heart always feel as warm as spring which is shone by the warm sun?


My soul and body seemed to be splashing and sinking at the bottom of the deepest part of him.


It was as if I couldn't get back to the surface, and I actually fell into it.


But somehow I didn't choke, all I felt was the comfort of being inside that base.


And in the end, our imperfect souls and bodies are really connected.


^^I Become Wife of the Atrocious Duke^^^


^^11 December 2020^^^