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He tightened his embrace around her, pressing her small head down against his chest.
After a long stretch of road, the vehicle turned onto an asphalt avenue. Yan Wushuang quietly leaned against him, inhaling the faint Ancient Dragon Fragrance on him. Her eyelids grew heavier, and she unknowingly fell asleep against him.
When the vehicle returned to the castle, she had no idea how long she had been asleep. Rafas looked at her rosy cheeks and chose not to wake her as he carried her inside gently, bringing her back here. The sinister expression he had worn in recent days was replaced with tenderness, which relieved the servants waiting in the hall.
As long as Miss Wushuang was in the castle, the master would not be as irritable as before, and their lives would be a bit easier. When they saw the master carrying the barely conscious Miss Wushuang away that day, their hearts sank. If anything happened to Miss Wushuang, who knew how many people the master would kill to accompany her in death!
Rafas carefully placed her on the comfortable large bed. After rolling around a bit, Yan Wushuang fell back into a deep sleep. Sitting by the bed and watching her, he noticed that she had indeed lost quite a bit of weight during this time; it seemed he needed to take good care of her.
In the kitchen, everyone was busy because the master had said that Miss Wushuang had recently recovered from a serious illness and was physically weak and had lost a lot of weight. He instructed them to prepare nutritious and delicious food for her to help restore her health. If they failed to do so, they would all be executed.
This statement terrified them; everyone in the castle knew that when the master spoke, he meant what he said. Their lives depended on tonight's dinner. If Miss Wushuang didn't like it or refused to eat, they would truly be finished.
Yan Wushuang slept soundly through this time; she was carefree now and couldn't remember anything about what had happened in the past. Through Yezi's explanation, she learned that her name was Yan Wushuang, and they were each other's best friends. The terrifying man wearing a Silver Mask was her boyfriend, but she found it hard to understand what "boyfriend" meant. Did it refer to a male friend?
However, Yezi explained that their relationship was not ordinary; it was the kind of relationship where they would sleep together at night. This made sense to her, but wasn't such a relationship reserved for married couples? They weren't married; this relationship felt complicated and left her dizzy!
When she woke up, she found herself alone in the spacious room. She looked around at this luxurious place and wondered where she was and where that man had gone, leaving her alone in this unfamiliar setting.
She threw off the covers and sat up; this large bed was incredibly comfortable—much softer than the one she had slept on a few days ago. By the bedside lay a pair of slippers. Wushuang thought for a moment that they must have been prepared for her.
Wearing the slippers, she walked slowly on the lavish carpet, curiously examining its patterns before glancing up at the crystal chandelier hanging high above. She approached a row of wardrobes and hesitated for a moment before reaching out to open one. Inside were an array of high-end women's clothing from famous brands—all styles she liked! This realization made her feel as if this room belonged to her.
Walking over to the window to look outside, she saw that the garden was enormous—much larger than Brother Shouya's garden. Whose home was this? If she wasn't mistaken, this must be that masked man's home!
Rafas watched her every move through surveillance footage; she was like a curious child exploring every corner of the room as if observing everything within it. When he saw her heading toward the front door, it seemed like this mischievous little thing wanted to go outside for a stroll.
Yan Wushuang opened the door only to find two tall men in black standing outside. Startled, Wushuang hesitated and stood frozen in place as if waiting for something.
One second passed... two seconds... three seconds... Seeing that they remained silent for quite some time made her wonder if it meant she could go out? Whatever; since they weren't saying anything, she'd step outside for a look around and figure out what kind of place this was.
Gathering her courage, Wushuang took her first step outside. The men in black did not stop her; instead, they followed closely behind her wherever she went. Curious, Wushuang turned back to look at them and asked, "Why are you following me? I'm not going to steal anything; I'm just looking around!"
"Miss Wushuang, this is what the Master instructed. We must protect you at all times," one of the men said respectfully.
Yan Wushuang rolled her eyes at him. Of course, she knew who he meant by 'the Master'—it was that Mask Man, who seemed to be the leader of Brother Shouya and his group. Everyone had to follow his orders.
Forget it; she wouldn't hold it against them. They were just following orders, after all.
Yan Wushuang walked downstairs in her slippers. The living room was huge and the furniture was beautiful, all in a European noble style. The leader truly lived in a remarkable place.
The area was divided into a main living room, a dining room, and a small bar. At the back, there seemed to be a kitchen. She peeked inside quietly and saw that everyone appeared to be busy. She accidentally caught sight of a freshly made cheesecake, which looked delicious. Just looking at it made her feel very hungry.
Turning back to the two bodyguards in black who had been following her, she shyly said, "Um... the food they made looks really good. I suddenly feel very hungry. Are you guys hungry too?"
Upon hearing this, the bodyguard pushed open the door and walked straight in, pointing at the many freshly prepared dishes in the kitchen. "Miss Wushuang, what would you like to eat?"
In an instant, everyone in the kitchen turned their attention to her, their eyes wide with anticipation. Just one word from her would make their hard work worthwhile.
"I'm sorry to interrupt," Yan Wushuang said shyly as she walked over to the man in black and pointed at a piece of chocolate cheesecake. "This looks really delicious."
"It's almost time for dinner; you shouldn't eat too many desserts," a deep voice came from behind them. Everyone turned to see Rafas entering, dressed in simple black trousers and a pure white shirt paired with a black checkered vest. His hands were in his pockets and he wore an expressionless face.
Yan Wushuang thought he meant she wasn't allowed to eat it. She lowered her head and avoided his gaze, walking around him and out of the kitchen. It was just a piece of cake; he was so wealthy yet couldn't even spare one for her—how stingy!
Ignoring his presence, she treated him like air. But just a few steps out of the kitchen, she felt his arms tightly grip her waist, and his displeased voice came again: "Your courage is growing; how dare you ignore my presence and leave me like this? Isn't that quite rude?"
"You..." Wushuang turned back to face him with grievance in her eyes, suddenly feeling tears welling up as she weakly pushed him away. "You're just too stingy! I’m hungry and wanted a piece of cake, but you keep finding excuses to stop me from eating it. You're such a Big Bad Guy! I don't like you at all!"
"Shut up... If you dare say you dislike me again, I'll starve you for three days without food. Also, when did I say you couldn't have cake? Where am I being stingy? You need to clarify that for me; I, Rafas, have never been stingy with anyone, especially not with you!" To call him stingy when he was the president of Monica was truly the funniest joke of the century.
Yan Wushuang found herself firmly held in his embrace again and glared at him indignantly as she complained: "You just said not to eat too many desserts! Isn't that saying you're being stingy? If I can't eat it then fine! Who needs your stuff anyway? Tomorrow I'll ask Brother Shouya to buy me a big cake; I won't share it with you!"
Rafas looked at her tear-streaked face and couldn't help but promise himself that she was cuter than before and had something about her that drew his attention even more. But what exactly that was, he couldn't explain. However, whenever she mentioned Shouya's name, he felt an urge to strangle her!
Seeing the man before her with a half-darkened face made her immediately seal her lips and lower her head to avoid his gaze, no longer daring to speak up.
A maid brought out the cheesecake she had just ordered, accompanied by a cup of warm milk. She happened to see her master and Miss Wushuang in a standoff in the hallway, leaving the servants unsure of where to deliver the snack.
Gathering her courage, the maid approached Rafas from behind, respectfully asking, "Master, the snack and milk are ready. Where should I take them?"
"She doesn't want to eat anymore; throw it away!" Rafas said coldly, his face darkened.
"Yes..." After receiving her master's response, the maid immediately turned and walked back to the kitchen to dispose of the freshly prepared snack.
Yan Wushuang was now completely in tears. He was so ruthless; she struggled with all her might to break free from his hold, but his arms felt as solid as steel. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't move an inch and ultimately gave up, collapsing into his embrace and crying.
The servants in the castle heard her sobs. It was absurd that the master would make Miss Wushuang cry over a piece of cake. This situation felt very wrong to them, and they realized they needed to be cautious that night.
"What are you crying about? Didn't you say I was stingy and didn't care for my things? Since no one wants to eat it, I might as well throw it away!" Rafas had her figured out and refused to let her eat.
"Who cares about your stuff? I wouldn't eat your things; they're disgusting! I'd rather starve than eat them!" she shouted at him, her eyes red and swollen from crying as she glared at him defiantly.
"Good, very good. Since my things are disgusting, then you won't have dinner tonight!" He couldn't believe she dared to retort him. It seemed she had only lost her previous memories; her stubbornness remained intact, and she still had the audacity to talk back.
Releasing his grip around her waist, he let her go wherever she pleased. Tonight, he would let her go hungry; after all, she could survive without food for five or six days before.
Wushuang ran out of the luxurious hall and into the Grand Garden behind it, wandering aimlessly among the flowers. As the sky grew darker, she resolutely declared that she wouldn't eat; with him inside that big house, she didn't even want to go back in. Spotting a bench by the Small Lake, it seemed she would have to spend the night there.
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