My Husband Hates Me, But He Lost His Memories - Chapter 5.1
Chapter 5.1
Translator: Yonnee
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Gulp
The cold wine was swallowed reflexively, and it went down my throat. Soon, I could feel my insides heating up. The wine that couldn’t be swallowed trickled from one corner of my lips down to my chin.
Cough. In an instant, I started coughing weakly. As I tried to lower my head, a large hand grabbed my chin and lifted my face up again, and what I saw were cold blue eyes, chaotic with a desire to devour.
His gaze went down to look at the wine flowing down my chin. When I flinched without realizing it, he scoffed at this. Then, he licked my lips. Everything was too sudden. I could only tremble as I faced a situation I had never experienced before.
Gulp. I swallowed wine once more, and my throat seemed to burn. This feeling continued on down to my stomach. This time again, the wine that I couldn’t take in trickled down to my chin. His lips met my chin, softly over my skin, and then once again, our lips met.
I felt a shallow pain on my lower lip, and without realizing it, I opened my lips. Warm, humid breath came in.
My heart was pounding like crazy. It felt like all the friction I felt over my lips was melting me away—my entire body was getting hotter and hotter. It didn’t seem like it was because of only the wine.
“Haa…!”
The moment he pulled back, I exhaled loudly. My breathing was rough, as though I had forgotten how to breathe. But he didn’t let up.
I clenched my hands into fists tightly and held back my tears.
“Stop…”
“Stop?”
He asked back mockingly at the murmur I let out unconsciously. It was as if he was asking if I really wanted to quit.
I immediately came back to my senses and shook my head. It was the duty of a newly wed man and woman to have their first night together, and if my father were to catch wind that nothing happened between us both, he would never let it go for a long time.
Although if I didn’t want to, she had to fulfill this duty tonight. Even if the man who had become my husband was glaring at me as if he wanted to kill me…
“…Please do however you please.”
I never expected anything like a loving, gentle first night. I knew that he didn’t need to be considerate, that he could be rough as much as he wanted.
But after hearing what I said, he laughed as if thinking that it was funny.
“However I please?”
“……”
“It’s not me doing that. It’s you.”
I couldn’t understand what he was saying, and so I could only blink dazedly. Without explaining anything more, he lowered his head and buried his face on the base of my neck.
Soon after, I felt a sting in that place, and everywhere his lips touched, electricity seemed to follow. As I shuddered, he gathered my hands together to stop me from moving. Then, he left a trail of kisses all over my body.
It wasn’t long before he released his hold on me, and I breathed heavily. The heat seemed to remain in the blue eyes looking sharply at me in the dark, but that fire soon disappeared. Maybe it was an illusion.
“If it’s to this extent, even your father won’t doubt it. And.”
He opened one drawer of a bedside table and pulled out a dagger. Soon, there was a long, thin gash on his palm. Shocked, I flinched at this, but the blood flowing from his palm eventually dropped down towards the white sheets.
“With this, he won’t suspect anything.”
“……”
The old-fashioned prejudice that a bride would bleed on the first night was something that my father would think.
Only then did I realize what Theodore was trying to do. He had been planning to put up a smoke screen like this, as if we truly had our first night. But in reality…
“There’s no need to ‘do as I please’. Don’t you think so?”
He tore a blanket and wrapped it around his palm haphazardly, then he placed the dagger back in the narrow drawer.
Wearing his rumpled robe again, he looked back at me. His blue eyes were as cold as a midwinter wind in the north.
“I’ll let myself be used as much as you all please. But I’m not going to stay still either. If this marriage does not mean anything anymore, then…”
“……”
“Let’s go through the divorce proceedings smoothly. You and I are married only on paper. We can separate anytime.”
And at that, he turned his back to me and left the bedroom. He left me all alone, and I could do nothing but sit there in my ruined nightgown, not even thinking of pulling myself together.
The places where his lips touched still burned as though his touch had lingered. And on the back of my mind, I vividly felt how firm and scorching his body was on me.
However, as if those traces were nothing but a daydream, nothing but illusions that would never become reality, they soon disappeared.
Feeling an inexplicable emptiness, I folded into myself. It could be that my misfortune started not with this unwanted marriage. Perhaps it began the moment I first met his eyes.
At that time, an invisible arrow struck me and left a scar.
I don’t know how to heal these wounds.
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