She quickly turned to him and shook her head.
“No, I was just thinking.”
“About what?”
“How pitiful Bedroca is.”
“Not Titris?”
Elise gave a faint smile.
“The problem is with Bedroca for inviting a prince to a banquet and not providing proper accommodation.”
“I arrived earlier than expected.”
“No, that’s just an excuse. If it had been royalty from another nation, Chase – ah, the second prince of Bedroca. He is in charge of your protocol this time. Anyway, Chase would have found a way to bring them to the palace. The reason you’re staying here is because Bedroca’s second prince is short-sighted and foolish.”
Throughout Elise’s speech, Karan never took his eyes off her.
His gaze was tinged with suspicion, wondering if she was lying.
It was a logical doubt.
Elise was known as Chase’s prospective fiancée, and quite passionately so.
That Elise was slandering Chase and proposing a night together seemed unbelievable.
‘If words aren’t enough, I’ll show it through actions.’
Elise began to unbutton her robe. It slid off her rounded shoulders.
Karan’s adam’s apple bobbed significantly.
“Wait, stop.”
He urgently stopped Elise’s actions just as her hand reached for the dress button.
Turning his head away, he covered his lower face with his hand and continued.
“What do you want from me? This doesn’t seem like a mere night’s entertainment.”
Karan was intelligent.
And unusually kind to Elise.
At this moment, Elise was confident he wouldn’t simply dismiss her story.
“Will you listen to me?”
Initially, she planned to speak after spending the night, to ease his guard.
“Of course.”
Elise pointed to a chair in the room.
“Can we sit and talk?”
Elise pointed to a chair in the room.
“May we sit and talk?”
Instead of answering, Karan pulled out a chair for her.
Once she sat down, Karan took a seat opposite her.
“There’s nothing to drink. I wasn’t prepared for your visit.”
Despite Elise being an uninvited guest from his perspective, Karan treated her like a respected visitor.
“I apologize for coming empty-handed.”
Elise replied casually, glancing at the time.
The time spent at the pub was longer than expected.
Elise, having calculated her next steps, began to speak.
“I’ll get straight to the point.”
She paused for a moment before continuing.
“Do you want to sleep with me? Continuously.”
Karan tilted his head.
He seemed unable to believe what was unfolding.
Considering Elise’s demeanor, tone, and the setting, her proposition of ‘sleep’ implied an intimate relationship between a man and a woman.
Just as he had anticipated when she invited him for a drink and suggested going upstairs.
Karan stroked his chin, trying to hide his confusion.
In conservative Bedroca, if a man and woman spent a night together, the woman was expected to marry.
Yet she was proposing to sleep with him? Continuously?
What did she mean by not just a one-night stand?
“I don’t understand.”
His hands were clammy with tension, but he likely appeared composed.
He had to.
Karan exhaled deeply.
“Is it not to your liking?”
Karan raised his downcast eyes.
“Do you mean to undress and roll around with me? You want to do that with me?”
He asked more explicitly, wanting her to be certain of what she was suggesting.
Hoping she would back out now if that wasn’t her intention.
“Yes. That messy thing you’re talking about, I want to do it with you. You might not like it. I’m a Bedrocan, and after we sleep together, you’ll have to take responsibility. My dowry isn’t much, and I’m even sort of engaged to Prince Chase.”
The flaws Elise listed were no issue for Karan.
His hesitation was due to disbelief in reality, and he was unprepared to deal with the backlash if she claimed it was a mistake the next day.
Karan squinted and observed her for a while.
The possibility of Elise throwing herself at him out of infatuation was virtually zero.
So, what was her reason?
“There’s something you want. What is it?”
Elise smiled, as if she expected him to ask.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
