met free Chapter 454 Show off your power
Chapter 454 Show off your power
Chapter 454
The woman was forced into a corner with no way to retreat. Her soft body curled up under him, a touching red flush appeared at the corners of her eyes, and even her voice trembled: "Husband, please forgive me..." Before she could finish her words, she was burned by the man's hot palm and trembled slightly.
When the hand slid along the curve of her waist and slowly reached towards the unspeakable place, she reached out in panic and tightly grasped the other's wrist, her fingertips turning white from excessive force.
Sensing her resistance, the man froze, the veins bulging slightly from the arm supporting her. He straightened up, looking down at her condescendingly, the lust surging in his eyes instantly shrouded in frost. Light slanted through the window lattice, casting a cold shadow on his angular profile, and his tone turned icy: "Are you unwilling?"
The woman flinched at his cold questioning. Seeing the unwavering anger between his brows, she slowly loosened her grip on his hand, giving it a light squeeze. She lowered her moist eyes, a single, scalding tear trickling down her cheek. "I'm attracted to you, but I'm from a respectable family. There's no matchmaker or betrothal between us..."
Her voice grew softer and softer, filled with unspoken shyness and uneasiness. "Such intimacy is shocking, so how could I possibly have sex with you without a matchmaker?"
After she finished speaking, she bit her lower lip slightly, turned her face away and stopped looking at him, but the tips of her ears were burning red, and the pearls in her hair swayed gently with the slight tremor.
The man's frown gradually relaxed, and he sat up straight with a long sigh. He gently pulled her into his arms, his fingertips gently wiping away the tears that rolled down her cheeks. "I'm sorry for being so rude."
His voice was filled with guilt and helplessness. "It's just that the situation is complicated now. I'm afraid I can't welcome you home with three matchmakers, six betrothals, and a sedan chair carried by eight people."
He tightened his arms, rubbing his chin against the top of her head. "Once we find a stable place to stay, if you don't mind, we can get married according to the etiquette of ordinary families. Are you willing?"
As the Third Prince, he had been pampered and raised, always wanting the best. Initially, he viewed the woman in his arms as a pleasant sight on his journey, never dreaming of falling in love. But as they spent more time together, feelings grew like weeds in his heart. Countless quiet nights passed, the atmosphere between them so intense it nearly led to a fight, only to find a way to stop it at the last moment.
The situation was treacherous. Even if his father's health was not good, he would have to wait at least a year or two to return to the court and take control of the situation. He knew that the woman's refusal was reasonable, but the uneasiness in his heart was growing wildly - he was afraid that if he couldn't control himself, he would hurt her.
His Adam's apple rolled twice, and he tried hard to suppress the emotions surging in his eyes. His voice was extremely soft: "Just believe me... When everything is settled, I will marry you in a grand ceremony. But now..." There was a subtle uneasiness at the end of his words, and his fingers unconsciously stroked her sleeves. "Are you willing to wait with me?"
The woman in his arms had a flicker in her eyes, and her fingers gripping his shirt unconsciously tightened. To say she wasn't tempted would be a lie. The man before her was the Third Prince, the man most likely to hold sway over the world in the future. His solemn promise to marry her with great fanfare practically made his feelings clear.
She lowered her eyes and thought, even if he grew tired of the old and loved the new, with his status and position, even if she couldn't become the Queen of the Great Zhou, as long as she could stay by his side, her life of wealth and honor would be guaranteed. Thinking of this, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she buried her face in his arms, her voice soft and sticky: "I believe Your Highness..."
"But, Your Highness, please agree to my request."
The woman raised her face, gently grasped the hem of his clothes with her fingertips, her eyes full of tears, "When you return to the family in the future, don't abandon me."
The Third Prince lowered his eyes and saw tears still condensing on her eyelashes. Her eyes were filled with cautious uneasiness, and a dull pain suddenly surged through his heart. He reached out and pressed her hand against his heart, his palm burning. "I swear, when I return to my family, I will protect you for the rest of your life. If you break this oath, call me..."
Before he could finish his words, she covered her mouth in panic: "Don't say that! I believe you."
"Okay, I won't tell you." The Third Prince chuckled softly, his fingertips gently caressing her flushed cheeks, a warm feeling spreading through his heart.
Even if everyone in the world abandoned him, at least there was one person willing to cling to his heartbeat without reservation. She didn't know he was a prince, but she was willing to depend on him in this turbulent world - this pure love moved him more than the cheers of "Long live the emperor" in the Golden Palace.
He never believed in the promises of destiny, but he coveted the warmth of her fingertips. His Adam's apple moved slightly, and he pressed her hand to his chest, listening to her rapid heartbeat gradually match his own. Suddenly, he leaned over and gently kissed the top of her head: "When the clouds part and the moon shines, I will let the whole world know that you are the apple of my eye."
Lu Zhaozhao tilted her head, seemingly not understanding the profound meaning hidden in the words. However, like a branch of flowers brushed by the spring breeze, a smile blossomed between her brows and eyes: "Okay! Zhaozhao will wait for that day, hoping it will come soon!"
The two of them snuggled together and talked about some personal matters. She gradually let down her guard in his arms and her breathing became long.
But after a moment, she suddenly tensed up all over while sleeping, cold sweat dripped down her temples, and she muttered: "No, don't do this to me... Sister Yao, don't do this to me..." Her pale fingertips tightly grasped his clothes, as if she had fallen into a terrible abyss.
The Third Prince hurriedly turned over and sat up, his long arms tightly encircling her trembling body, gently patting her back. "Don't be afraid, Zhaozhao, I'm here." His fingertips wiped the cold sweat from the corners of her eyes, but they touched a wet spot.
Lu Zhaozhao struggled wildly in the nightmare, and suddenly grabbed his wrist tightly, like a drowning man grabbing the last piece of driftwood, and a broken sob escaped from his throat: "No... It's not me..."
She suddenly opened her eyes, etched with lingering panic, and cold sweat clung to her pale face. When she saw it was the Third Prince, her tense body relaxed. Like a butterfly drenched in rain, she curled into his arms, sobbing and clutching at his lining. "Sister Yao...she framed me..."
The Third Prince's heart tightened, and he quickly wrapped his cloak around her trembling shoulders, letting her bury herself in his warm chest. He stroked her back, his fingertips brushing against the fine hairs on the back of her neck. His voice was so low it could drip water: "Don't be afraid, it's just a nightmare."
He rested his chin on the top of her head and gently stroked it, "No one can hurt you while I'm here."
He lowered his gaze to the trembling woman in his arms, his fingertips still gently stroking her hair. His words were chilling, his eyes brimming with sinister intent. He hadn't taken the woman seriously at first, and since they were on the same path, he would deal with her when they met again. Now, it seemed that since Zhao Zhao was haunted by her dreams every night, it would be better to send her to the underworld.
Lu Zhaozhao buried her head in his clothes, but a faint sneer appeared at the corner of her lips. There was no fear in her eyes.
Luo Shuiyao, Luo Shuiyao, when you were showing off in front of me, did you ever think that today I would use someone else's hand to send you to hell?