To You Whom I Don’t Love That Much (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 117

He calmly withdrew his hand from her body.As soon as the strength supporting her weight vanished, Rosetta fell onto the bed.At that moment, maids waiting outside flooded into the room like a receding tide.

“Hurry and get ready. I’ll be waiting outside.”

She gritted her teeth, watching Nick’s retreating figure as he leisurely left the room.Someday, someday you’ll regret the day you kept me alive. Without fail.

Rosetta, stripped of her fighting spirit, passively accepted the maids’ ministrations.More accurately, she let them do whatever they wanted with her body.Nick was determined to drag her before Duke Baratelli, and to the world, she was still known as Cardier’s wife.She might have resisted to the end in front of Nick, but she couldn’t afford to look foolish before Cardier’s enemy.

A large wooden tub was filled with water.Piles of fragrant oils and flower petals were poured over it.The maids scrubbed her entire body with sponges, lathering soap to strip away ingrained dirt.Once her body was clean, they provided a corset, a dress emphasizing her chest, and ruby-encrusted accessories.

The maids laced her waist so tightly it felt like they might snap it.She thought Valdemore’s maids had the strongest arms in the world, but these were even worse fiends.After being fully dressed, she could barely walk, let alone breathe properly.Rosetta could hardly shake the suspicion that the maids had deliberately sapped her strength.Regardless, Nick seemed thoroughly pleased with her appearance.

“Very beautiful, Rose.”

Nick kissed her trembling fingers, smiling broadly with rage.Looking at his smug face made nonexistent anger boil up.Of course. From head to toe, she was drenched in his tasteless preferences.Rosetta sneered with all her might.

“Such remarkably refined taste.”

“The banquet table is set on the deck. They say the weather will be clear tonight.”

“Why bother dragging me along? Do you expect me to cooperate with you?”

“As if.”

Nick laughed as if amused, grabbing her arm and pulling her along.Her body staggered at his slightest force, making her grind her teeth.

“If you don’t spit on the banquet table, I’ll be grateful. You don’t have to do anything, Rosetta.The Duke isn’t calling you to ask grand questions.”

“Am I some kind of decoration?”

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