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"I... I have missed you..." Yan Wushuang thought for a few seconds before slowly speaking out.
"Very good, my Wushuang is becoming more obedient. Then I will trust you," Rafas said, sealing her lips with his. Every time he touched her soft lips, he would immediately react, and this time was no exception.
"Mmm..." He domineeringly claimed her, entangled together as they embraced tightly in front of the window. From a distance, a pair of eyes watched every move they made from the upstairs window.
After a night of intimacy, Yan Wushuang pretended to be compliant in order to gain his trust. Rafas knew her purpose for doing everything; since she wanted to act, he would play along with her.
Every day, Rafas would only return to the castle in the evening, while Yan Wushuang spent her days reading in the castle, waiting for an opportunity to sneak into his study to find her jade pendant.
After lunch, Yan Wushuang sat in the garden feeling bored. Ever since he had suspected her that day, she had been cautious and dared not act recklessly. So many days had passed, and she thought today might be a good opportunity.
Rafas's study was on the top floor of the castle, a place where even servants were not allowed to enter. Only Mike came to clean it, indicating how many secrets it held.
Yan Wushuang was unaware that there were pinhole cameras installed throughout the house. She couldn't be blamed; in the Great Yan Kingdom a thousand years ago, such advanced technology did not exist.
She walked up the stairs alone, hesitating whether to continue going up. A middle-aged male servant holding a plate of seemingly fresh fruit called out to her from the corridor below: "Miss, I brought you some fruit. Where are you going?"
Wushuang was startled by his call but relieved that he was just a male servant from the castle...
As Wat came down the stairs with the fruit and approached her with a smile, he said, "Miss, this is from Butler Rett."
"Oh, thank you!" Yan Wushuang steadied her emotions and returned him a similar smile.
Seeing that there was no one around and although there were cameras recording them, they probably couldn't hear what they were saying, Wat turned his face slightly away from the camera so it wouldn't capture his lip movements and whispered softly beside her: "Miss Wushuang, this castle is equipped with pinhole cameras everywhere. Rafas knows everything you do here; that study is not a place you should go."
The male servant suddenly became strange for saying such things to her. Curious, she looked at him and asked softly: "Who are you? Why are you telling me this?"
"My name is Wat. Miss Smith sent me to gather information about you. She is Rafas's wife, so do you understand now?" Wat had infiltrated for several days and gathered quite a bit of information about her; he was familiar with her character.
Yan Wushuang felt somewhat guilty looking at him. He was sent by that Big Bad Guy's wife. That scoundrel seemed to come back here every day; during the day she didn't know where he was, but at night he almost always spent it with her in bed. This made her feel an indescribable shame.
As they walked through a corridor, Wat deliberately mentioned delivering the fruit to her room. They slowed their pace to converse quickly. Wushuang understood that Miss Smith wanted him here simply to find out why her husband wouldn't come home!
"I feel very sorry for Miss Smith, but you must believe me; I am not the kind of woman who seduces other people's husbands. God knows how much I want to leave here, but I can't escape. Even if I got out of this castle, he would catch me again," Wushuang explained nervously. If she could leave, she would want nothing more than to do so immediately.
"Miss, you don't need to say much. I understand the situation clearly. If you want to leave here and regain your freedom, only we, Miss Smith, can help you. So please stay calm and do not go to that room on the rooftop. Otherwise, before our Miss can think of a way to rescue you, you might already be dead at that man's hands." Wat had no malice towards Wushuang in front of him; seeing her confined in this castle all day long, he couldn't help but feel a bit of pity for her situation.
His words seemed to give her a glimmer of hope. Now that someone was willing to help her escape, perhaps she really could get far away from him!
"Thank you. I understand. I will wait here in the castle for your news. As for that man, Rafas, I truly did not choose to stay by his side willingly. Please convey my apologies to your Miss. As long as I can leave and he can't find me, I believe he will return to your Miss's side." Wushuang had no idea what kind of person Smith Annie was; after all, it was she who allowed her husband to stay overnight repeatedly, indirectly making her the third party.
The room was just ahead. Rafas had rules: no servant could enter their rooms without his permission. Wat handed her the fruit platter and reminded her, "Miss, remember my words. Do not act rashly here. I will find a chance to get close to you, and Miss Smith will also think of a way to rescue you. Stay composed."
Their interaction was being monitored by cameras, but fortunately, they were at a distance where only their backs could be seen, and they couldn't hear what they were saying. Rafas didn't pay much attention.
As night fell, Rafas returned home reeking of alcohol. In the past, going out to clubs always made him feel better, but tonight something felt off; he felt like something was missing. The women accompanying him were all fiery and sexy, yet they failed to ignite his interest.
Wushuang kept thinking about what that man had said earlier: there were cameras installed everywhere in this place. From what she understood, cameras could record everything happening in a location second by second. So the scene of her searching for things in the room must have been captured; no wonder he had expressed doubts about her a few days ago—it all made sense now.
With a kick, Rafas slammed the door open. Due to the alcohol, his previously unblemished left cheek was slightly flushed, and he stumbled as he walked. However, despite having drunk quite a bit tonight, his mind remained clear.
Wushuang lay on the bed and caught a whiff of the strong smell of alcohol; she immediately closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep, hoping he would think she was out cold and let her off for the night.
"Baby... Wushuang..." Rafas approached the bedside, loosened his tie, and unbuttoned his shirt while looking at her back. It turned out he missed her—the little thing that always went against him.
Tonight Rafas had been drinking with Faisal and Shouya at the club. After downing several bottles of alcohol, if it were the old him, he would have found a woman at the club to relieve himself. But tonight was strange; he felt no reaction towards anyone else—he just wanted to come back here.
Just seeing her back stirred up desires within Rafas; if she had been by his side at that moment, perhaps they would have ended up spending the night at the club together.
Wushuang continued pretending to be asleep. It seemed like he had drunk quite a lot tonight; he kept calling out for her. However, his voice filled her with panic—people often said that men became more driven by desire after drinking; would he be one of those?
Even under normal circumstances, he was already unbearable for her; if tonight... she might not wait for someone to rescue her and instead end up dying beneath him.
"Baby, do you miss me?" Rafas took off his outer clothes and slipped under the covers with her, wrapping his arm around Wushuang and pulling her close while leaning down to press against her cheek as he asked ambiguously.
Wushuang pretended to wake up from his noise; after lazily glancing at him once more, she closed her eyes again and murmured softly, "I'm tired; I want to sleep..."
Rafas wore an evil smirk on his lips as he gently breathed hot air into her ear and nibbled on her soft earlobe: "You haven't satisfied me yet; since you're awake now, let's exercise together."
"I'm tired..." After learning that his wife had sent someone in to investigate her earlier today, Wushuang felt particularly uneasy. She had never felt this way before—she was breaking someone else's happiness. Seeing this man appear beside her again only intensified her sense of guilt.
Rafas reached out his hand towards her intentionally, deliberately making her feel something.
"Don't, Lefas, Lefas!" Wushuang pleaded, trying to grasp his hand, her body twisting restlessly as she felt a tingling sensation from his teasing, rubbing against him incessantly.
Her voice was enchanting, making Rafas even more excited. He recklessly pulled down her nightgown and rolled over to press against her body. The mask on his face had been discarded the moment he entered the room, revealing a flushed face from the alcohol, making the scar on his cheek even more pronounced.
"Lefas, please don't do this. I'm scared," he said, his eyes filled with desire, his hands exploring her body without restraint. He leaned down to kiss her lips, but she turned her face away to avoid him.
"Scared? What are you afraid of? Afraid of this scar on my face? Ah...?" Rafas paused at her words, looking displeased as he met her gaze.
Scared? Is that all it takes to scare her? That scar held significant memories; if it weren't for a woman, he wouldn't have nearly lost his life, and his face wouldn't be like this. And then there was Faisal, who almost got killed by that wretched woman. Her saying she was scared was nothing short of an insult!
His expression darkened from the earlier flush to a brooding scowl. Wushuang had been by his side for some time now; this change in him could only mean one thing—he was angry!
"Lefas, Lefas, I didn't mean it that way! I meant you hurt me just now, and it scared me!" Wushuang said anxiously as she looked at the man above her. His unpredictable temperament was what frightened her the most.
He lowered his head and gently licked her cheek with his warm tongue, soothingly saying, "My dear, don't be afraid. As long as you behave and listen to me, I told you I won't hurt you."
Wushuang nodded rapidly, breathless, turning her cheek away; tonight's storm was unavoidable.
The room was filled with heat and fragrance, all emanating from the beautiful woman who carried an enchanting scent.
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