An Extra Who Wants To Escape The Obsessive Male Lead - Chapter 115.2
Chapter 115.2
Tap. Tap.
He tapped beneath my collarbone as he whispered.
“So, Krua, take me.”
His words sent heat rushing to my ears.
“….”
As I exhaled shakily, his deep, ocean-dark eyes, impossibly bright, held my gaze.
“If that’s too difficult…”
He moved closer, kissing my forehead.
“Let me… take you.”
His lips lingered on the bridge of my nose, then grazed my cheek like he was biting into sweet cream before finally settling on my lower lip.
I parted my lips slightly.
Was that all it took? Before I closed my eyes, I thought I saw a radiant smile bloom on his face.
“….!”
A gentle tide washed over me again and again. A sweet tide I couldn’t push away, couldn’t stop.
* * *
I opened my eyes slowly to the ceiling of an unfamiliar room. A ceiling I vaguely remembered from the heat-filled night. My vision was blurry and unfocused.
“….”
I covered my face with my hands.
‘Oh my. Oh my!’
This was the third floor of the villa.
I hadn’t walked up here, and the person who had carried me to this bed on the third floor was sleeping soundly beside me. Although he had teased me relentlessly, at the most crucial moment, he’d insisted we go to the bed…
“You’re awake?”
Did he sense my movement? Diello’s eyes fluttered open.
His gaze, still drowsy, held a gentle smile. He looked almost innocent, lying there with the covers pulled up to his shoulders, so different from the man of that long yet fleeting night.
Heat crept up my face as I tried to slip away.
Thud.
Diello, already sitting up, reached out and hugged me. Trapped in his embrace, I glanced at him. He smiled.
“Are you planning to leave like this?”
His arm brushed against me, my attire much less substantial than usual.
“Oh, um…!”
Blood rushed to my face. I flinched, a sudden ache shooting through my lower back.
“….!”
As I clutched my back, Diello’s expression shifted instantly from playful to concerned. He supported me firmly, pulling me up against the headboard.
When I blinked, now propped up with pillows behind me…
Click.
A maid, appearing silently, placed a plate of sweet fruits before me. Or rather, into Diello’s outstretched hand. He picked up a slice of apple with a fork and offered it to me.
“…Ah, thank you.”
My mouth was dry, so it seemed like a good idea.
‘The problem is…’
When I glanced towards where the servants had been at the thought, they were gone. We were alone again. However, the bellpull was nearby; they would return in an instant if summoned.
I reached for the fork.
“No.”
Diello pulled the fork back.
“?”
I looked at him, puzzled. His eyes narrowed in a smile.
“In Argenta, after the bride and groom spend their wedding night…”
He gently rubbed the apple against my lower lip. I instinctively opened my mouth slightly, and the small piece of apple slipped in.
“…It’s the husband’s duty to ensure the bride, after such a strenuous night, doesn’t have to lift a finger.”
The heat in my face intensified at the mention of ‘wedding night,’ but then I realized something odd.
“What about our actual wedding night?”
We had certainly only held hands then, but nothing like this had happened. And if this were an Argenta tradition, the fact that I was wandering around that day would’ve seemed even stranger.
Diello’s eyes narrowed in amusement.
“My clever bride makes things difficult.”
He picked up another piece of apple with the fork.
“But it’s not a lie.”
He kissed my ear and whispered.
“It’s an old custom.”
A forgotten custom. But…
“A custom I don’t want to forget today.”
He smiled faintly.
“I learned about it while researching Ferro. It was a common practice until just two hundred years ago.”
He set the fork down and moved closer.
“Back then, it was considered improper for the bride to even step outside these white sheets.”
How could they expose a bride who’d endured such a strenuous night to the harsh outside world? Diello’s eyes narrowed in a smile.
“I liked that custom. Enough to want to go back in time.”
So that it would be natural for the servants to not dare step foot in this room. So that he could attend to her and be taken by her all day long.
“What do you think?”
His eyes gleamed.
Click.
The plate was whisked away, and shadows, like night, fell over us.
Whoosh!
His magic snuffed out the lights in the room. If it weren’t for the light filtering through the swaying curtains, I would have thought it was nighttime.
Smooch.
Warmth spread from my lily, the one he’d coveted since last night.
“….!”
I involuntarily gripped the bedsheet.
A low chuckle swallowed my breath.
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finalmente! só levou 115 capítulos. kkkkkkkkk