The Fate of Narendra Women
70. Not To be Played Again

Kamila persisted. In front of Iaros' door, he huddled in wait. Even if she should have returned by now before Aether was conscious, Kamila could not think calmly.

He's afraid. He was afraid of having another nightmare.

If that was what Iaros liked, then Kamila was willing to bow her head to the ground.

"Miss."

Kamila raised her face to Ana. The waiter came to pick her up because Kamila never went back to the room.

"First Young Master will scold you if he finds out." Ana reached out her hand. "Come, Miss. Miss can come back tonight. Miss also has to eat and rest."

How-to? As this moment by second is precious, it is getting closer to the time when the family leader's decision comes out. If Kamila had not stopped Iaros, there would have been no more calm.

"I'll stay here." Kamila mutters. "Go away. I'm fine."

"But, Nona—"

"Ana." Kamila tried not to cry. "Please."

It's not about him being tired, not eating or not sleeping. It's about Mom and Lily's life. Kamila could not eat anything before he succeeded in persuading Iaros.

Understanding Kamila's gaze, Ana was forced to retreat. Kamila continued there, continuing to sit curled up until finally bored.

Again, for the umpteenth time Kamila stood up, knocking on Iaros' bedroom door.

"Iarous." He no longer uses formality. "Iaros, please. Give me one more chance."

The door remains open.

Kamila pressed her forehead against the door leaf, grimacing as she forced her brain to spin. Anything. Anything that could get Iaros out.

Think something.

"You said I was everything." Kamila clenched her hands tightly. "You say you're happy if I'm happy."

Now, it is no longer an inducement, but a satire. Kamila muttered lowly, and was well aware that he was now insulting Iaros.

"How many times do you think I've been insulted by you?"

Though still, Kamila was sure Iaros heard.

"I hold a sense of contempt in me for loving you despite being married. I endured the humiliation with you until now and now you're angry to the point of threatening me?"

Kamila smiled miris.

"...."

"Basic con man."

The door suddenly opened, and Kamila's body was pulled inside.

Before he could breathe, Iaros grabbed both of his shoulders, pressing Kamila to the floor.

"I was the one who hated you from the beginning!" yell he's angry. "I begged you from the beginning, Kamila! You're the one who played and made me like this!"

"I told you I didn't ask!"

"Then what?!" Iaros' voice echoed in Kamila's chest, until he gasped. "Then what, huh?! I love you, you love me, but when you grow up you mean to get married so that you don't love me anymore, then I get married and everything is forgotten?! If it's that easy, why would I go crazy thinking about you?!"

...*...

Iaros cannot control his mind. When Kamila heard him say he was insulted, Iaros' anger rose high.

If he is insulted, then what is Iaros?

"I already know," Iaros murmured later, staring at the teardrops that fell onto Kamila's face. "I've known for a long time that you're a dangerous woman."

His expression now, his frightened face and wounded look, all of that proved everything.

"You're playing me. You play and give it all to me. I'm the one who has to get dirty, you don't do anything wrong and you'll never go wrong. I'm the one who did the wrong thing. I forced it, I threatened, I killed him while you!"

Iaros punched the floor right next to Kamila's face, no matter how much it made her cry.

"You just cried and made me a monster."

Iaros turned weak. His head was suddenly heavy, rising from Kamila's body.

He hadn't cried in front of Kamila for a long time. But Iaros is really claustrophobic. This feeling burned his soul.

"I don't care even if you lick the floor for me." Iaros left him. "I'll get you my way. It has to be my way."

This time, Iaros no longer wanted his feelings to be played.

It will never be again.

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