Suddenly, Irene’s body stiffened like stone at the unexpected and bewildering act.
“Hmph.”
But only for a moment, as an unusual energy spread around the area he brushed, Irene unconsciously let out a moan. Her hand gripping her dress tightened even more.
Is he finally going to show me why he brought me here?
Though she had suspected that it might come to this, it still disgusted her. It was disheartening too.
Irene wanted to push him away and run immediately.
But she had already failed to escape once, and his threat that it wouldn’t end like this if she was caught escaping again was stuck in her head, so she couldn’t do it.
It would be better to sleep with him than to die.
…Is that really the better option?
As Irene wavered, his fingers that were brushing near her wing bone soon followed her straight spine down to her waist.
Feeling a bad premonition that if left alone, those hands would reach places they should never touch, Irene cried out desperately.
“St, stop…!”
This time, her desperate voice reached him, and the fingers that tormented her fell away.
Irene exhaled the breath she had been holding and looked at Carlos in the mirror.
‘Is he… smiling?’
It wasn’t just a smile; he was grinning as if he were delighted.
So he was a man who knew how to smile like that. Seeing his always expressionless face, it was fascinating.
With a beautiful face and a bright smile, he seemed to sparkle.
Mesmerized by his beauty, Irene gazed at his reflection in the mirror in a semidazed state.
“…”
Feeling her gaze, Carlos wiped the smile off his face and looked down at her.
Only then did Irene quickly bow her head.
A cold voice came from above.
“Didn’t you say there was no tattoo on your body?”
As Irene nodded, Carlos pressed his cold palm to her back.
Chills ran down her spine and her small shoulders shrank.
“Then what’s this? There’s a tattoo here.”
A tattoo?
Irene turned her head in confusion, but sadly, she couldn’t see the tattoo on her back.
Struggling to see it somehow, Carlos brought a small hand mirror from the dressing table.
He then reflected her back in the hand mirror and then in the fulllength mirror.
Thanks to that, Irene’s eyes widened at the sight of the flower branch tattoo carved on her back.
On the long branch were 4 flower buds, and 3 fully bloomed flowers were drawn.
“I see it for the first time today.”
“…Yes.”
How often could one see their own back in their lifetime?
Furthermore, there was only one mirror in Irene’s house, so it was impossible for her to see her back like this.
Even so, Irene thought it made no sense for her to have a tattoo on her back.
Because she didn’t remember getting a tattoo.
If it had been there since birth, her mother or her nominal father would have mentioned it, but that had never happened.
So when did this tattoo appear?
And why did Carlos react like that to this tattoo?
She was curious. Maybe it was deeply connected to the reason he brought her, and she wanted to know more.
“Um…”
She mustered up the courage to speak, but a large coat was draped over her shoulders. It was the coat Carlos had been wearing.
Because of that, Irene, who couldn’t say what she intended, blinked slowly and looked up at Carlos.
Carlos smoothed down the coat sliding off her small shoulders and said,
“Don’t tell anyone else about this tattoo, and don’t show it either.”
His somewhat commanding tone and words reassured her.
It is indeed related to this tattoo.
Knowing the reason he brought her, her anxious heart calmed down a bit, but she became anxious again because of the unidentified flower branch tattoo.
It felt as if she had become a witch.
“I’d like an answer.”
Irene nodded her head.
He would never show it to others, even if he hadn’t said so, since he would have to take off his clothes to show the tattoo.
What bothered her was that he had said ‘except me’.
That meant he meant to see the tattoo.
Embarrassed at the thought of being halfnaked again in front of him, Irene’s cheeks turned red.
Carlos straightened his knee, which had been bent to match her eye level, and stood up.
“Then finish dressing and come down. We need to leave.”
As he turned and walked toward the door, he suddenly stopped in front of it as if something had occurred to him.
He then looked down at Irene, still crouching on the floor.
“I’m sorry for coming in without asking.”
What did he just say….
Startled by his words, which made her doubt her ears, Irene looked at Carlos through the mirror.
He frowned as if something was displeasing or awkward, then quickly went outside.
Left alone, Irene was bewildered by Carlos’s inexplicable behavior, but thought that perhaps he wasn’t as scary as she had imagined.
[Star Icon]When Carlos came down alone after going to fetch Irene, Duey asked, puzzled.
“Where is the young lady?”
“In her room. She hasn’t finished changing yet.”
“Really?”
Considering he had given her enough time, it seemed she had difficulty dressing alone.
“Then I should help her.”
My Arch-enemy Sealed My Memory and Said That He is My Husband
This is an incredibly captivating story that you absolutely shouldn’t miss! I’ll give a brief introduction here, and below you’ll find a detailed synopsis of the plot.
The female lead is a fierce and powerful demon king. The male lead is a once-in-a-millennium celestial lord, admired by the entire cultivation world.
They are equally matched, legendary rivals who have battled for centuries.
In the final duel, the female lead is gravely injured. The male lead saves her, seals her memories, and hides her true identity. He tells her that he is her fiancé. His entire life has been flawless—except for the one thing he never expected, never controlled, and never wanted to control: falling for his greatest enemy. She is his inner demon, his obsession.
When the female lead regains her memories, she is furious at his deception.
She makes his life a living hell.
And somehow, the male lead—possibly a total masochist—doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s happy she’s paying attention to him.
Yep, we’re back to my favorite trope: male lead suffering. If you love this kind of story, jump into the pit with me now!!!
Intro
Dong Xia lost her memory.
Her handsome and extremely powerful fiancé Li Qing comforted her: “It’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll always be with you.”
Everyone thought Dong Xia’s ancestors must have burned incense to get such a perfect fiancé. He was the number one person in the immortal realm, yet he remained chaste and only loved her.
…
The day before marrying her fiancé, Dong Xia finally remembered everything.
She wasn’t suffering from memory loss at all.
Her arch-enemy had made her fake her death, destroyed her cultivation, replaced her memories, and pretended to be her deeply in love fiancé.
No wonder he said, “It’s okay if you can’t remember”!
Dong Xia laughed coldly as she pulled out her long knife: Li Qing, prepare to die 🙂
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Li Qing, as the supreme being of the immortal realm, was the people’s shining beacon.
The only unknown stain in his life was his affection for Dong Xia, the ruler of the demon realm.
In the final battle of the war between immortals and demons, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The ruler of the demon realm was finally slain under the sword of the supreme being of the immortal realm, and everyone in the immortal realm applauded.
The cultivation world lost a ruler of the demon realm.
And in the back mountain of Li Qing’s cave dwelling, he secretly hid away a fiancée.
Notes:
1. The female lead is white on the outside, black on the inside, and the queen of flattery; the male lead repeatedly tests the edge of darkness, a VIP guest at the crematorium.
2. Fantasy cultivation world setting.
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