SCT-Novel Chapter 193: Resentment (1)
Chapter 193: Resentment (1)
There was no response from Whisney. Had she been kicked out again by Zeran’s energy?
["No, I’m not. It’s just his presence makes me too lazy to think or speak. What do you mean by that?"]
’Uhm... can’t you feel it? This feeling... when Zeran carries me like this, it has the same vibe as when we were on the dance floor in that memory. When we got too close to that man and almost kissed.’
Lethia heard Whisney hiss as a response.
The faster Zeran walked, the tighter she clung to his neck.
She buried her face in the crook of his neck, and his musky scent was all she could breathe.
And God, she had the urge to bite the veins in his neck. Like she wanted to mark him so no one else could ever smell this scent the way she did.
But did Zeran feel the same? Did he want to mark her under the red moonlight, because he didn’t want anyone else to come near her? Then how about Caelum and Renar?
["Do you mean these possessive, cheesy feelings clinging to your arousal and heat, that make you want to jump on him?"]
Whisney’s snarky, mocking disgust shattered her trance.
Well, of course, she wouldn’t feel something like that. And Lethia was already bracing herself for the ridicule.
’Um... Yeah... I mean—’
["How does that connect to the memory? Are you planning something?"]
Whisney’s curious tone made Lethia freeze.
’Do you feel it too? My feelings now and the feelings in that memory flash, don’t you agree they’re similar?’
["Yeah... yeah... those cringe feelings... what about it?"]
Lethia smiled faintly at Whisney’s response. She knew it was hard for her to admit such soft feelings.
Come to think of it, Whisney was always cynical, never once showing her soft spot.
’It means loved. You are loved.’
Silence wrapped around Lethia’s thoughts, broken only by the heavy sound of Zeran’s footsteps and his breath.
She knew Whisney was turning her words over, and she herself was thinking too.
She never truly knew what it meant to be loved, and she startled at the weight of her own words.
However, what she felt now, in Zeran’s arms, the tight grip of his strong hands, his pounding heartbeat crashing against hers, and the furrow of his brow revealing his worry, all of it made Lethia feel loved.
A feeling she never once experienced, even when others had said they loved her straight to her face.
No matter if Zeran really loved her or not, her body simply surrendered to the rhythm of her heartbeat, declaring it so. Something she knew words could never capture.
"Ah, there she is." Chasey’s shout snapped her attention, and she realized they had arrived back at the sea urchin farm.
Zeran set her down, making her reluctant to release her hold.
"Thank you," Lethia whispered softly, her voice tender.
But Zeran gave her a strange look.
After a moment, they stopped. Slowly, his hand released hers and his other hand guided her waist forward.
"Walk slowly. Good," he praised.
She could feel the man now guiding her from behind as they walked, slowly.
"Stop. Stay still," he commanded.
The woman he called Lyria could feel a strong gust of wind blowing against her body and face.
Then the man released her hand and took off her blindfold.
She squinted hard as the sudden bright light assaulted her eyes.
After slowly blinking, she finally saw a serene city view in front of her. It was on a mountain slope and looked small from her high vantage point.
She realized she was standing on a high cliff and began to feel dizzy from the height.
"Argh..." She gasped as her legs went weak and trembling.
"Don’t worry, I got you." He held her waist tightly from behind. She could feel his warm breath against her neck.
He then rested his jaw on her shoulder.
"You see that? It will be yours. You will be the Queen of Atherion." He said, his voice full of coaxing.
"Wh–what do you mean?"
"You heard me well." He whispered, his voice low. "Marry me, Lyria. Be My Queen and rule this Kingdom mercilessly. Be my power and I’ll be your shelter. You do trust me, don’t you?"
"I... I...Ah..." Before she could answer, the man gave her a passionate kiss on her neck and shoulder. Her body shuddered and she dug her nails into his arms.
"You both should get a room. What the heck are you two doing here?"
The loud voice of a woman made the couple turn.
And she could see her hazel eyes clearly. Her red ponytail swung as she panted, as if she had been running.
"Come on! They’re looking for you."
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A surge of air filled Lethia’s lungs as if she had been desperately seeking a breath.
Her hands fumbled over a soft, cushiony surface. She found herself lying on a bed, panting hard.
She clenched and unclenched her fists, feeling that she had regained control of her body.
"What the hell just happened? What was that? Whisney, was that a memory fragment of yours?" Lethia rambled, bombarding Whisney with questions.
She saw a glass of water on the bedside table with "Drink it, Queeenn!" note written and drank it immediately, knowing Chasey must have prepared it.
’Wait... when did she bring this? Was I sleeping and just dreaming?’
Lethia immediately turned and headed to the vanity mirror.
She hoped to speak face-to-face with Whisney, but the reflection in the mirror only showed her, sweaty and a bit messy.
"Whisney, are you there? Why can’t I see you? Let’s talk," Lethia pleaded.
But Whisney didn’t answer. Lethia kept looking at her anxious face in the mirror.
"Whis..." She sighed. Her pregnancy made her not have the energy to scold. "Fine. Do you need time to think? Take as much as you need. I will be ready to listen when you’re ready to talk."