CH 57.1

However, when she thought that the successive threats had worked, the man suddenly laughed loudly.

“Miss, even if you sharpen your claws like that, it’s obvious that you’re afraid. If I measure things like that, it will be impossible for a person like me to make a living.”

The threat she brought out as a trick to convince him was dismissed. When no persuasion worked, Anne bent her bent body like a piece of luggage. As long as the ropes around her legs that bound her ankles were untied, she would have a chance. She even pictured in her mind the idea of kicking the man in the stomach with her foot to get out of here.

However, the situation did not go the way she expected. The man took out a dagger and cut the rope without looking back. Anne’s face contorted with dismay.

Anne glared at him with sharp eyes, but the man pressed her closer as if the situation was nothing.

“When my child becomes the Grand Duke, I will visit you then.”

What was more, he was talking nonsense. She was about to vomit at the foul smell of alcohol wafting from him. Goosebumps appeared on her body as his filthy hands touched her lips.

Was he really going to be held by this stranger? It was only then that her body began to stiffen. An unpleasant cold sweat ran down her back as her heart pounded like it was about to explode.

At that moment, there came a dull sound from outside.

Anne assumed that Robert would have regretted his actions and came to her, but the face she saw belonged to someone else. A man with a unique, overbearing presence and a beautiful face appeared in the cold moonlight.

“Daymond.”

A faint voice, faint enough to be carried away by the wind, called for her husband.

Rather than why he was here or how he came to know, she was more embarrassed that he came to her in this situation. But, to her disbelief, seeing him gave her a feeling of relief. Just like the day she was lost in the mountains, the emotions she felt warmed her heart.

“How dare someone touch what’s mine again?”

Anne drew in a deep breath at the dismal tone. Looking down without an expression, his face was the same as usual, but the bloody eyes stained with murderous intent were blazing as if to burn the entire forest.

“Who are you . . . Kuah!”

As soon as the bleakly sunken red eyes were transferred to the man talking to him, the man’s body flew violently through the window.

Anne crouched down at the noise that frightened her.

The sound of something being slammed on the ground, the sound of bones breaking, and even the creepy sound of a sword being stabbed . . . Her heart skipped a beat at the gruesome noise in the carnage. At the moment of the last boiling scream, Anne tightly closed her eyes. It was the man’s last cry.

After a moment of silence, the curtain was lifted and the Grand Duke entered. Anne shuddered at the noise and vibration so loud that the carriage creaked. Her tension seemed to affect every muscle in her body.

She drew her attention to the flashing blade in his hand. Thick liquid dripped from the tip of the sword. It seemed that she would pass out due to the thick bloody smell, but Anne held her breath as well as she could.

The Grand Duke’s aura was more bloody than she could have imagined, as if he was going to point the tip of his sword at her. It made her realize that the angry expressions she had seen before this were not truly anger.

He’ll suspect me too.

Although her hands were tied, it was unclear how this would look to him. Now that he saw Robert, there would be plenty of room to mistakenly think that maybe she had been in cahoots with him.

But, despite thinking that he was going to question her immediately, Daymond was strangely silent.

When the man who was extremely displeased with just talking to another man said nothing, she became nervous, as if she was in the eye of a storm. It would be better if he yelled or shouted, but just looking down at her quietly like that made her feel like she was the one who was suffocated.

Unable to withstand his cold gaze, Anne’s lips parted first.

“That . . . this . . .”

Anne forcibly opened her chapped lips and stammered, but her throat choked. She was hesitant to utter the filthy words she had to say to explain this misunderstanding.

“That is . . .”

How can she say this? She couldn’t figure out where to start and how to tell him to make him believe her. Even if she managed to explain this situation, no one will believe her. Especially if he is extremely reluctant to contact others.