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"You can't go back on your word!" The hoarse voice gently opened, and just that brief sentence made Wushuang feel quite strained.
Rafas immediately replaced his face with his usual wicked smile. He reached out and traced her pale cheek with his hand, saying, "I, Rafas, have always kept my promises. But if you break our agreement, then you can't blame me for going back on my word, can you?"
"Don't worry, I will keep my promise," Wushuang said with difficulty, feeling her throat dry and itchy, which made her cough uncontrollably.
Rafas poured a cup of warm water and personally helped her sit up, letting her lean against him as he slowly fed her to soothe her throat. Wushuang remained calm, wanting to avoid his touch, but her body was too weak, leaving her no choice but to obediently become his puppet.
Inhaling the faint fragrance from her body, Rafas unconsciously wrapped his arm around her and buried his face in the crook of her neck, saying ambiguously, "Darling, you must be obedient from now on. I've already arranged for a world-renowned designer to create your wedding dress. Once you are discharged from the hospital, we will go try it on. Don't forget our wedding is next month!"
His words deeply etched into Wushuang's heart. After staying in the hospital for a day of observation, Rafas insisted on handling her discharge procedures. Back in the cage-like ancient castle, Ieyako came to accompany her every day. Seeing her listless appearance, she understood what was on Wushuang's mind, but life often does not go as one wishes.
"Wushuang, come eat some bird's nest porridge. You're not well; don't stand by the window for too long. Hurry back to bed," Ieyako said as Wushuang stood dazedly by the window, staring blankly at a certain spot outside.
Ieyako stood beside her, but it seemed like she didn't hear a word he said. Just as he was about to call her again, Yan Wushuang suddenly reacted and turned to look at him, pointing towards a distant Small Lake and asking, "Ieyako, tell me if Snowball is still over there?"
Ieyako was momentarily confused by what she meant and looked in the direction she pointed. It turned out to be the Small Lake in the garden; it seemed she still hadn't let go of Snowball's death.
Pulling her back to bed, Ieyako held both of her hands and said with a look of pity, "Wushuang, please don't be sad anymore. I know Snowball was your good companion, but it's gone now. The master has already had someone retrieve it and bury it. If you like rabbits so much, I'll bring you one that looks just like Snowball tomorrow. How about that?"
"It's all my fault! If I hadn't argued with him, Snowball wouldn't have fallen into the lake!" Wushuang buried her face in Ieyako's arms and finally broke down in tears.
Rafas had been standing outside the door all along; he could hear the crying clearly from inside the bedroom. It was just a rabbit—why was she so obsessed?
He pushed open the door; the little woman inside was still crying. Ieyako heard the sound behind him and quickly helped Wushuang up while turning to look at him. This man exuded an eerie and fearful aura; it seemed she should quickly return to Sharl's side!
Yezi finally held Wushuang's hand, nodded at Rafas, picked up her bag, and left the room. Wushuang's face was still wet with tears as she watched him approach step by step, feeling a bit uneasy inside. With a trembling voice, she lowered her head and asked, "Why did you come back so early?"
"I missed you, so I came back early. Isn't that good?" Rafas stood tall in front of the bed, his eyes fixed on her small face.
Yan Wushuang took a deep breath, trying to calm her emotions. She felt his intense gaze on her. Rafas noticed a bowl of bird's nest porridge still placed on the table. He picked it up and sat by the bed, tasting a spoonful; the temperature was just right. "Baby, come eat some porridge."
He was calm, as if nothing had happened. He personally held the bowl and fed her. After what he said in the hospital, Wushuang no longer rejected him. Whatever he said was what it was; after all, she was just a puppet exchanging conditions with him.
"You're so good. I'll come back early tomorrow afternoon to accompany you to try on wedding dresses. You mustn't stand by the window today; I want you to rest well, okay?" Rafas smiled indulgently as he watched her finish the porridge.
No matter what he said, Yan Wushuang simply nodded. At that moment, she felt exhausted both physically and mentally. She wished she could fall asleep and never wake up again so that she wouldn't have to face everything.
China.
Yamamoto Ryuichi had been hiding in a remote mountain area where even phones didn't work, and satellites couldn't detect this location. To escape the assassination order issued by Rafas, he had no choice but to hide in such a harsh place.
Fortunately, during the Civilization Era a Thousand Years Ago, there were no such inventions, allowing him to live freely. The possessions he had allowed him to stay with a farmer's family. Isolated from the world, he had no idea about external news. Unable to endure any longer, he decided to sneak back to Japan; whether he lived or died didn't matter—he didn't want to be a turtle hiding its head anymore!
"Ding..." Misa's phone rang. Looking at the long-awaited name on the screen, Long Yi finally contacted her.
She hurriedly pressed the answer button. "Long Yi, is that you?"
"Misa, it's me. I'm doing well; I'm getting ready to head back to Japan!" Hearing that familiar voice closely, she could even hear her faint sobs.
"You are fine, that's good. The assassination order has been lifted. Tell me where you are, and I will send someone to pick you up; it will be safer that way." Misa was still worried that Rafas had laid an ambush in the dark. With someone by her side, she felt more at ease.
Long Ze listened to Misa's words, feeling a wave of doubt. How could that man have lifted the assassination order against him? From what he knew about Rafas, it couldn't have been that simple. Something must have happened during this time, or perhaps it was Wushuang? It had to be Shuang'er.
"Misa, tell me honestly, did Wushuang agree to some condition with that bastard? Otherwise, he wouldn't have let me go so easily. You need to tell me what's going on!" He shouted excitedly into the phone, but just as Misa was about to respond, the signal suddenly cut off.
At a critical moment, his phone ran out of battery. Furious, Yamamoto Ryuichi slammed the phone down. It seemed he had to return to Japan immediately; with the assassination order lifted, he no longer needed to hide. He quickly boarded a bus from the town to the county city, intending to reach the airport and fly back to Japan. He needed to get to the bottom of this matter.
In England.
The news that Rafas was going to hold another wedding had made headlines in major magazines and newspapers. Smith Annie was of course aware of this news. She had always wanted to take revenge on Yan Wushuang and ruin her life, but she hadn't found the opportunity. What could she do to destroy that despicable woman?
She hated... all her happiness had been taken away by that woman. Yan Wushuang, just wait; one day I will make you taste my suffering. I will make sure the whole world sees how despicable you truly are... hum!!
The overwhelming news reports were covering their relationship extensively, and reporters had even investigated Yan Wushuang's identity. However, there was no information about her at all; it was as if she had suddenly appeared in this world, maintaining an air of mystery before everyone.
After several days of rest and recovery, Yan Wushuang finally showed a hint of color on her face. Rafas had invited a world-renowned designer to create a luxurious and beautiful wedding dress for her, which was specially shipped from Italy.
As Rafas had said yesterday, he hurried back from the company early to witness his bride wearing the wedding dress!
"Baby, your wedding dress has arrived; let them help you try it on!" Rafas leaned close to her ear and waved at the two designer assistants behind her, signaling them to come forward.
Yan Wushuang looked at them shyly and nodded. Her gentle demeanor was exactly what he liked most. He temporarily stepped out of the bedroom, leaving his bride in their care while he eagerly anticipated her stunning appearance later.
Two assistants helped Yan Wushuang change into her wedding dress, adjusting the hem for her. A world-class master personally designed the dress for her, and it fit her perfectly without any flaws.
The perfect lines and cuts were all done by the master himself. Rafas did not want her to wear something too revealing, so the dress was designed with an off-shoulder style that made her upper body look both sexy and beautiful, while still keeping her modest in front of others.
The long train elegantly flowed behind her. To match this wedding dress, Rafas had a jewelry store custom-make a diamond necklace and hairpin according to his specifications. He intended for his bride to become the envy of all women in the world!
When Rafas walked back into the bedroom, Yan Wushuang had already changed into the expensive wedding dress. The sparkling diamond necklace around her fair neck complemented her entire look perfectly!
"Baby, you are so beautiful, stunningly beautiful!" Rafas said as he approached her and gently pulled her into his arms.
"Thank you, the dress and necklace are beautiful," Yan Wushuang replied, her expression not showing much joy. She responded to him perfunctorily; what was the use of wearing such beautiful clothes when this wedding was not what she had hoped for?
With a beauty in his arms, how could he not feel moved? Especially with her alluring scent; every time he found it hard to control his desire for her, and now was no exception.
"Baby, you smell so good; I want you!" With just the two of them left in the bedroom, Rafas's breathing became increasingly erratic. He pushed aside any thoughts about her discomfort; all he wanted was her—he wanted her desperately.
"Lefas, Lefas, we can't do this; don't you remember I just lost our child?" Yan Wushuang could comply with him on many things, but this was one point she could not concede.
The word "child" hit Rafas like a bucket of cold water. Given her current physical condition, it was indeed inappropriate to engage in such activities. It seemed he would have to continue holding back—at least for another week.
Rafas released her as she wished, but the sight of the dreamlike Wushuang made it hard for him to let go. He swept her up and laid her across the bed gently, then lay down beside her, gazing into her captivating eyes.
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