Lady Devil - Chapter 64

#64

“…..”

I did not respond further. My chest felt heavy as if a pile of stones had been placed on it, and I no longer wanted to continue the conversation. Since I couldn’t continue eating anyway, I gathered my skirt in the center to ask for my husband’s permission. Meanwhile, I consistently ignored Henrik’s gaze as he stared at me intently.

I adjusted my clothes and pushed my chair back. When I hastily stood up, my intoxicated feet slipped, and I plopped back down. And then.

Screech.

“I still remember the day I first met you in Gustavus.”

Henrik grabbed the leg of my chair and pulled it closer to him.

“A rare innocent and beautiful widow. Standing precariously in the middle of that dark and vast hall, with visibly trembling eyelashes that were pitiful at first glance.”

My neck stiffened without me realizing it. It was because Henrik had placed his hand on my thigh. Sparks seemed to fly before my eyes. I couldn’t even bring myself to look at that hand.

“You have a talent for melting men’s hearts. Like a lily in the darkness. Perhaps it’s a skill you honed while locked away in a tower, or better yet, if it’s your innate nature.”

“You, you’re just like your father, spouting nonsense that doesn’t even qualify as poetry… I wasn’t trembling because I was afraid of you.”

However, my voice came out trembling. Henrik laughed silently.

“…All talk and no action.”

Heat.

The heat of his hand slowly gripping the soft flesh deep in the upper part of my thigh, as if burrowing between my legs, could be felt even through the thick fabric. I froze in place, paradoxically, because of that warmth.

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