Forced Marriage: Thirteenth Wife

42. The World for Eirene

Roxanne was doused in great anger for quite a long time. Even very long. But after that, at three o'clock in the morning, Roxanne was crying for her stupidity.

Why is he angry? Indeed who did all this to him if not Roxanne herself?

"Bas stupid." Roxanne stood on the balcony of the room, squeezing her head in frustration. "I am standing here with my feet, and I am screaming like a selfish man? Shutup? I should have kept quiet."

If that stupidity makes him have to be pushed down again, who should try to fix it if not Roxanne?

If Elios had sensed the awkwardness that Roxanne wasn't Eirene, then he killed Roxanne now, who would have lost it if it wasn't Roxanne?

"I hate you, Eri." Roxanne clutched the balcony cross, muttering hatefully. "I hate you. It's dead, but everything has to be hard because you're like a ghost. Goddamnit!"

Almost at the same time as that, Roxanne gasped.

A large hand suddenly held his jaw from behind, and one other hand revealed a sharp dagger.

"Elios?" Roxanne's breath almost stopped blowing. He thought it was Elios who heard him curse Eirene.

But that guess was soon dismissed. For if he was Elios and he heard Roxanne insult Eirene, then he would not hold Roxanne's jaw as gently as this.

The touch didn't hurt. It's just threatening.

"You," Roxanne bit her lip, "you've been watching me since, right?"

The scent of citrus faintly smelled from him as the person approached, as well as bringing the dagger closer to Roxanne's face.

"Don't insult Miss like you know her." The cold voice caressed Roxanne's ears. "I may not know when your tongue was cut off by sin."

Roxanne refrained from bluffing her teeth.

What's going on with the world these days? Did Roxanne enter the world that was specially created for Eirene alone?

Only he can be appreciated, only he can be loved, only he can be loved, only he can be respected.

Just that guy!

"Sorry." Roxanne's not Eirene. So to anyone he should apologize. "I—"

"Shut your mouth, disgusting."

Roxanne felt the heat in her chest. Roxanne shouldn't have cried but right now her feelings are so messed up that she can't breathe, let alone hold back a cry.

"Iri to Miss as if you deserve the same treatment. Hating Miss just because Miss lives her life well while you don't."

"Stop apologizing with your disgusting heart."

Roxanne suddenly laughed.

Ah, nevermind.

Fuck everything.

This world only belonged to Eirene and was only created for Eirene, so why would Roxanne bother trying? There would never be any results even when Eirene was already buried in hell.

"Kill it" whispered Roxanne. "You think my life is worth enough to care? Just kill it."

Even if Roxanne dies, I can survive alone. Maybe I don't really care about Roxanne.

No one in this world thought Roxanne was important, so she thought Roxanne would care about death?

"Kill it out" Roxanne repeated, trying to turn her head. He smiled widely. "Maybe I can meet that Eirene and worship her directly."

When Roxanne finally found the face, she made sure that he was the man in the tree.

His handsome face was still in the darkness. I don't know who she is, but it seems she loves Eirene so much that her eyes radiate hatred towards Roxanne.

"I hate Eirene" whispered Roxanne in front of her face.

The man was already seen trying to strangle Roxanne. But strangely he pulled away, pocketing back his dagger.

"Go back to your bed and don't yell at the Young Master again. That's not Miss Eirene's act at all."

"I'm not Eirene, unfortunately."

The man pulled Roxanne's lapel, clutching her as if he was clutching the collar of a man's shirt.

Without a hint of concern that Roxanne was a woman, the wife of Elios.

"Listen, cheap." His neck wanted to explode with emotion. "Young Master Arkas just gave you medicine. It's your decision to use it or not. You chose to be Miss so at least don't embarrass Miss."

Then she pushed Roxanne to remove her collar, pulled the hood to seal herself before she climbed into the barrier, and jumped down there.

Roxanne just went blank, not knowing what else to feel.

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