The Rhyme of the Depositary

012 - SEASON 2

Tonight Angel is sitting on the wedding bed. Rose petals are beautifully scattered over the bed cover. Special scented therapy candles are placed all over the corners of the room.

Angel walked around the room that was supposed to be the bridal room for her and Harry. But this room already had other residents besides the man he knew. Now, the man he met as a husband is Maxen, the half-sister of his own lover.

Life is making jokes. What he wanted to stand, he left. What he wanted to approach, was far away. What he wants to tie, just not captivated.

The fate brushes have written the provisions. What is planned by man is not always realized. There is a path outlined by God and man led to live it.

Rachel touched the wall of the room with a blank look. This room offers luxury, but each wall is like a prison for him. There was a sense of tightness that he could not explain.

The marriage he had been seeking has now come true. However, the bride he wanted had vanished without a trace. There was only a foreign figure replacing him. A figure that Rachel wasn't sure could compensate for. The figure that looked had no heart and was far from what he expected.

Rachel sat down at the end of the bed and looked back. She still wears the wedding dress. The makeup she uses is still not removed. But Rachel's face revealed deep disappointment. Far from the impression of a newlywed.

Suddenly the door of the room opened slowly, giving rise to a loud crietary sound. Rachel gasped in shock at the figure behind the door.

Maxen walks gracefully like a predator in front of his prey. His black eyes were increasingly glaring sharp and terrifying. Rachel squinted on the bed. He felt cornered and intimidated. Oh my God, how could this man carry such cold and cruel. Far away from Harry. They are both like oil and water. Different substances though equally liquid.

"You haven't slept?" Maxen asked casually.

Rachel nodded weakly. He stood up and headed for the closet. He had to change his bride's clothes in more comfortable pajamas. Simple pajamas that do not invite negative meaning in front of Maxen.

Rachel shuffled the closet patiently. This morning, the servants had helped put down some of his clothes that he had brought from home. That shirt should be here.

But what he was looking for did not exist. There are only four new lingerie in this closet. Lingerie that if she wears, will impress like a seductress.

Rachel was tired and didn't know what to do. Did he have to look for his clothes in every corner of this mansion? Considering all the maids must have bothered themselves with her duties post-wedding, Rachel felt reluctant to question them.

"What are you looking for?" maxen asked suspiciously.

Rachel looked up and narrowed her eyes. Does this man suspect Rachel is looking for valuable things to steal from this residence? Is that what Maxen had in mind?

"It's definitely not the family's valuables or jewels." Rachel replied in a slightly high tone.

"Want to?" Maxen asked again.

"My clothes. I brought a few sets of clothes this morning in preparation for a few days of living here." Rachel explained uncertainly. Where are the things that belong to him?

"Maybe some waiter forgot to put it where. Are there any other clothes you can wear tonight? Tomorrow morning you'll ask them."

Rachel looked worried and looked back at the contents of the closet. He muttered to form an oath and again closed the closet door with a little annoyance.

Maxen pulled one of his eyebrows up, asking silently.

"His books don't suit me, '" explains Rachel. Hey, what would happen if she wore such transparent lingerie in front of Maxen? There he must have been branded as a seductress.

Rachel guessed that maybe the lingerie was something that this family devoted as a wedding gift to Harry. But considering that now the man in front of her was not Harry, Rachel was definitely not going to wear it.

"So you're gonna sleep in a wedding dress?" Maxen stared at Rachel's glamorous appearance from top to bottom. His sight was getting narrower, full of meaning. Rachel threw a face not wanting to speculate more on Maxen's reaction just now.

"It's none of your business." Rachel said cynically. He walked confusedly towards the chair next to the nightstand.

Maxen approached the closet and opened it. She smiled slightly looking at the kind of sexy lingerie hanging in the hanger. There are about six or five pieces of different-colored lingerie and they are all transparent. All models have very minimal cuts. In one look, Maxen could imagine how the nenda would be if it was later worn by Rachel.

"I think this size suits you." Maxen took one of the maroon lingerie and showed it to Rachel.

Rachel's eyes were wide. He cleared his throat uncomfortably and shook his head strongly.

"No!"

"Why? It doesn't make sense to sleep in an elaborate wedding dress. You can catch your breath later." Maxen throws the dress and is forced to be arrested by Rachel.

He gripped the thing in hand with all his might. It does not make sense to wear a wedding dress all night, but it is also not a wise choice to wear this transparent fabric.

"I have the right to decide what I wear and don't wear." Rachel is stubborn.

Maxen walked over to Rachel. She whistled a little and touched the end of the dress Rachel was wearing.

"You're afraid of me, aren't you? You're too cowardly to wear that dress in front of me." Maxen's voice is soft, but it fits the target.

Rachel got a chill hearing that. He turned around and looked at Maxen's face which displayed a veil of seriousness.

"I'm not afraid."

Rachel felt Maxen's eyes belittle her. He's too sensitive to be underestimated. Wasn't he in a relationship with Harry from the beginning, Maxen always underestimated him? He had too often gotten such a reaction that he was saturated to remain silent and accepting.

"Oh yeah? Admit that you're too much of a coward, Rachel. You did have that trait from a long time ago so you and Harry were actually the perfect couple. A pair of cowards." Maxen chuckled little, mocking him. He walked slowly towards the closet and began to melolosi black suit that he was wearing. Leaving a body-fitting white shirt wrapped in his burly body. The shirt was in stark contrast to the skin of his family.

"alright. I'll wear it." Rachel walked into the bathroom carrying lingerie in her left hand.

She's not the woman yesterday afternoon who just hit puberty. Rachel's also not an innocent woman who can't control hormones. He wanted to prove that he dared to wear whatever he wanted.

Rachel entered the bathroom in the corner of the room. He had no idea that after the bathroom door closed, Maxen smiled triumphantly. Women are easily provoked. Very enticing.

After Rachel finished, she came out of the bathroom a little awkwardly. It looks like his skin is fresher and smelled fragrant, indicating he has just washed his body. Maxen made no comment while entering the bathroom. He also needs a shower right now. Perhaps, cold water would calm his brain a little

Rachel sat on the left side of the king-size bed. His mind began to wander on Harry. He went back to observing every corner of this room and wondered if this room could belong to Harry? Wasn't she planning to marry this man from the beginning? But if so, why is there not the slightest sign that this room belongs to her lover. There are no pictures or anything that shows its existence.

Rachel closed her head in confusion. He then sighed softly and decided not to think about any of this.

Whatever happened, it had no effect on him because the fact was that he had already been abandoned by Harry for no apparent reason.

What's with that guy actually? Has it been six more years of their relationship that Rachel has accidentally made a mistake? Or could it be that he had accidentally offended Harry before? Or could it be that there is actually a third party coming in their relationship? A beautiful woman, graceful, intelligent, rich and more perfect than Rachel.

If that is the case, it's appropriate that Harry has always been a trifle himself. He was only considered the figure of the figure Harry used when the man was tired.

Rachel felt her tears slowly flowing. The memories of being with each other are painful to remember.

Rachel remembers knowing Harry when he was sitting in the corner of the restaurant table where he worked. He sat in solitude propping up his chin. At that time Rachel was in charge of coming to him and offering the latest menu. Harry only nodded smallly following his advice.

As Rachel delivers the menu, Harry asks her to sit down with him. Rachel refused, of course. But the guy is too smart. He was willing to change one day of Rachel's work just to keep her company chatting.

From there they get to know each other and continue on to a more serious relationship. Harry is a fun and smart person to deal with Rachel's emotions. Their relationship was like that of other young men who were drunk with romance.

Two months later, the man proposed to her. Rachel, of course, was shocked and unexpected. Only this time he found a man who was willing to be serious with him in such a short time.

But strange things started to happen. Rachel was never publicly acknowledged by Harry. He also realized that Harry's family was less friendly to him.

Whenever Harry needs her, Rachel comes to his apartment alone. The relationship has been broken for years.

When Rachel is hesitant and unsure about the development of their relationship, Harry suddenly asks them to get married. Of course Rachel back to her knees and back to open a new hope more beautiful.

But hope is just hope. Harry goes nowhere to avoid this marriage and leaves Rachel to solve this mess on her own.

He is trapped in a fake marriage with Maxen, a man he never knew what his background was like. The only thing he knows from Harry, Maxen is a reliable business player who has a high authoritarian attitude. He is the family decision-maker and is the mecca of the family. Including Harry.

Their gap is about six years, which means Maxen is thirty-seven years old. But in terms of ability and prowess, they are clearly far different.

Rachel pulled out a blanket and covered her body that was only wearing transparent lingerie. He sat down and leaned on the head of the bed with a troubled mind.

His sadness felt so painful. He felt betrayed and abandoned cruelly. Grief and anger mixed into one.

If Harry were here at the moment, he'd be desperate to find him with a lot of questions. He wanted to know where the fault was, where the flaws were, where the flaws were so that Harry chose to leave.

Rachel flinched when she suddenly heard the sound of the bathroom door crackling. She turned her head and found Maxen had just taken a shower and changed into a casual outfit. Dark blue t-shirt and body-fitting cloth pants.

"You think about Harry?" ask Maxen, guessing the target.

Rachel fell silent and increasingly tightened the blanket that wrapped her body like a cocoon.

"Receive the truth, Rachel. Your fiance is too cowardly and doesn't want this marriage." Maxen said lightly. He approached her with wide steps.

"You're indirectly saying that I'm an outcast woman, aren't you?" Rachel asked sharply. He swallowed with difficulty. My God, imagining all this made his pride hurt deep.

"Forget over today and go to sleep." Maxen took his place on the other side of the bed and justified his position in seeking comfort.

Rachel looked at this man in confusion. He asked in surprise, "You sleep here? Can't you find somewhere else?"

Maxen looked at Rachel indifferently. She opened the blanket that covered Rachel's body and pulled it to share the warm cloth with her.

"This is my room."

Rachel turned away in disbelief. "But it's designed like the bridal room."

Maxen looked at Rachel with a serious look. He moved his index finger to the end of the woman's chin.

"We are a couple of brides."

Rachel felt goosebumps with Maxen's answer. He avoids Maxen's touch that feels as hot as the coals. The kind of touch that Rachel never realized existed in this world.

"We're the ones who're stuck in marriage." Rachel said with a face that started to blush.

"But legally we remain a bridal couple. You started using my last name and became a part of me." Maxen touched the very soft side of Rachel's face. He smiled meaningfully.

"Maxen, as per the agreement, this marriage is only valid for one year." Rachel feels trapped by Maxen's touch. He subconsciously closed his eyes and enjoyed it.

My God, this touch is the new touch he feels throughout his life. A touch that makes everything seem to vanish in the background. A touch that can lift his pain from loss.

"Oh yeah? Let's make this one year an extraordinary and unforgettable one." Maxen grabbed Rachel's nape and started giving her a friendly kiss.

Rachel brushed off Maxen's hand and looked at him sharply. "You think I'm a cheap woman who can change partners overnight in bed?"

The man just chuckled a little. He was not bothered by Rachel's refusal at all.

"Your mouth can say that, but your body says otherwise, Rachel. Let's bet on it. In this one year, you must have been pregnant with my child."

"Don't hope!" reject Rachel.

"I'll make sure you're the one who's gonna beg me to touch and have you."

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