《The Mirage of Your Love》


 Chapter 1 - Blessing

    Prologue


    "Heaven''s Hill.


    This place, which might have been hell for someone else, was paradise to me.


    Like a perennial meadow, my life was reborn in this place.


    A ghostly mist engulfed the world during the summer.


    Passing through the autumn when light and life began to slumber,


    And the fierce northern wind rattled the windows on winter nights.


    I sat by the fireplace, arranging dried flowers, awaiting for the approaching spring.


    When the season of babbling brooks arrived,


    I stood barefoot on the hill, gazing at the emerald fields.


    As I breathed in the earthy scent and the clear, humid air, a name always came to mind.


    Cain Vanderbilt.


    The name of a husband who doesn''t love me, who never returns.


    I clenched that name in my mouth, only to release it gently,


    And my husband, riding the wind, dispersed into the void.


    Though waiting for him was not permissible for me,


    I awaited my estranged husband, who abandoned me with each passing season.


    Hoping that his carriage would appear along the path amidst the thickets.


    It was only when he finally returned to me that I realized."


    "This place revealed itself to be anything but a Heaven''s abode to me.


    The sin of my love for you,


    And the sin of your lack of affection towards me,


    Has transformed my paradise into a hell."


    ***


    Throughout the funeral period, the rain fell incessantly, and even on the third day when it stopped, the ever-present gray sky and damp fields of Everdeen still exuded a somber atmosphere. Few people came to pay their respects, and it was unclear if it was due to the weather or their indifference.


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    The funeral of Rose, the hostess of Gravebrick Cottage, was conducted with simplicity. As she did in life, her name on the tombstone read Rose Lynn Herzog. Despite being a Vanderbilt hostess, she refused to use her husband''s surname and instead used her family''s name.


    No one came anymore. Only the flock of crows circled the sky and emitted gloomy sounds over the cemetery. Cain looked at the inscription on his mother''s tombstone and then turned his gaze away. Laila, Rose''s daughter-in-law and his wife, stood motionless in her black mourning attire. No emotions were visible in her blue eyes reflected in the veil.


    With a short sigh, he spoke up.


    "Let''s go back now."


    Only then did Laila turn her body and look at Cain''s face. Her lively eye color was as hazy as the autumn of Heaven¡¯s Hill. His chest sank. She had never looked at him with such eyes before. He had never even tried to prevent her from shivering from the cold. He couldn''t accept those eyes that he had never allowed.


    "That''s enough."


    "Laila."


    Cain narrowed his eyes harshly, as if he understood the meaning of her words. He knew what she was talking about.


    "Everything went according to your plan."


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    "Since you''ve signed the documents...."


    Laila, once innocent and fragile, hardened herself enough to solidify my intentions. With his marks engraved upon my being, I prepared myself to confront him.


    "Please grant me a divorce."


    He requested, saying that wherever he was, it was hell, and he asked me to send him away.


    "It can''t be that way, Laila."


    The circumstances had changed from before. This place hadn''t become hell, but rather, paradise had never existed from the beginning. It was merely her delusion, hers alone. Therefore, I couldn''t let go.


    If a place without me is paradise, then live in hell for a lifetime, Laila.


    ***


    Chapter 1 - Blessing


    ?In the year the child was born, many events unfolded. There were droughts and famines that made their occasional appearances in history, along with exorbitant taxes and the opulence and tyranny of the emperor. As always, thereafter came the inevitable outpouring of the people''s anger and rebellion.


    Among the quick-witted nobles, some read the trend early and sided with the commoners. Led by their initiative, a revolt ensued, leading to the fall of the palace and the scent of blood wafting through the capital. It was on that day, amidst the decaying fish remnants and the most destitute and dangerous alleyways of the capital city of Monqpar, that the child came into the world.


    Delma, a middle-aged woman who sold fish in the streets, found the child while chasing mice and flies. She was rough and uneducated, and her decision to pick up the child was not driven by sympathy. Rather, it was the thought that the cloth enveloping the child seemed expensive enough to fetch a penny or two if sold.


    "What shall I call you?" Delma murmured as she carried the child through the Piaud Square. It was a time when the imprisoned emperor and empress were about to be executed, and the crown prince was on the brink of facing a public trial. In response to the executioner''s inquiry if he had any final words, he bellowed, spitting blood into the air.


    "Laila! My Laila!"


    It meant "light in the darkness." People speculated that it might be the name of a hidden lover.


    Delma, who had no interest in how the world turned or who lived and died, chuckled as if she had resolved a headache-inducing matter upon hearing the sound.


    "Laila, that name should do."


    Thus, the girl obtained the name Laila through a lackluster and simple process. And as the wife of Delma''s unemployed gambler husband, Marshall Dunst, she became Laila Dunst.


    As Laila grew, she pondered whether it would have been better to die, suffocated under a pile of fish waste.


    Delma, who had saved her from her impending death, was not the light in the darkness. Until Laila turned twenty, her life exuded a stench more unbearable than the foul odor of fish.

 Chapter 2 - Livelihood

    Blast Street was the most treacherous area in the city. Referred to as the forsaken street, even the residents living there spoke of it with self-pity. Blast 1st, where the bars and brothels resided, and Blast 2nd, with various shops and street vendors.


    Though divided, the environment of this single area remained similar. Dilapidated buildings stood closely together, their walls stained and window frames creaking with age. The sun rarely made its presence known, perpetually casting a gloomy aura. Mice frequently roamed about, and in the puddles on the dirt road, stagnant runoff from merchant stalls had accumulated. The stench of haphazardly discarded waste behind the buildings was an everyday occurrence for those who made a living in this place. The only somewhat presentable shops provided a semblance of order, but the state of the street vendors gathered at the end of the road was utterly filthy. It was in this place that Laila grew up, selling fish alongside her mother, Delma.


    "Laila! What are you doing instead of coming here quickly?"


    "I''m coming, Mother."


    In response to Delma''s call, Laila revealed herself, having gone to dispose of garbage. In an instant, the gazes of people passing by the street vendors were fixated on Laila. It was only natural; her beauty was captivating to the point where one could not avert their eyes.


    Though her hair was tightly tied as she worked on cleaning the fish, her alluring and lustrous blonde locks accentuated her overall elegance. The rosy cheeks against her fair skin, the round forehead, and the straight, slender nose that appeared both bold and delicate depending on the angle all exuded an air of mystery. Even though she held a fish-cutting knife in her hands, her beauty remained unobscured.


    Most people regarded her as a flower blooming in the mire.


    "You''re lingering around, being lazy."


    Delma turned her head, speaking in a disapproving tone.


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    "I''ll take care of things here, so you go ahead and bring that over to Red Moon," Delma instructed, pointing towards the cart positioned behind the stall. Resting atop it were brined trout, glistening with grains of salt.


    A shadow fell upon Laila''s face. Red Moon, a tavern in the neighboring block of Sajangga, was fortunate enough to receive Delma''s fish deliveries regularly. However, it was not a favorable arrangement for Laila personally. She knew that the deal was made at her expense.


    "... "


    "What are you doing? Didn''t you hear me?" Delma asked sharply as she opened her eyes wider. The blade of the knife she held reflected the dying light, gleaming with a bluish hue. Laila swallowed the words that had risen to her throat, suppressed by Delma''s oppressive demeanor. It wasn''t out of fear, but rather because she knew her words would not penetrate.


    "Oh, nothing. I''ll be back," Laila managed to say, forcing herself. She reluctantly set the knife down and washed her hands in a bucket of water. Shedding her apron with an unenthusiastic air, she began pulling the cart.


    "When you''re done with work, come straight home! And don''t visit Amber again!" Delma warned.


    "Yes," Laila replied, her voice uncertain and hesitant, before moving forward.


    "She''s such a fool!" Delma muttered, twisting her lips as she watched Laila''s retreating figure. She couldn''t fathom why Laila bothered washing her hands when they would inevitably get dirty again from transferring the fish. How far away was the well where she could fetch water? Such a waste to discard it like that.


    Laila knew well that she would visit Amber''s flower shop, her dear friend. Laila had a fondness for flowers, always bringing home withered ones and placing them around her house. She couldn''t eat the flowers, nor did the flowers bring her any earnings, so why engage in such futile actions?


    Laila''s behavior never sat well with me. Among them, the most astonishing fact was her rejection of Stella Larkin''s proposal. Stella Larkin, the rogue who ran the Red Moon and gambling den while holding sway over the Blusterville district.


    If she knew the favor he had done by arranging fish deliveries, she ought to have shown some gratitude and accepted.


    In any case, she was nothing but a pretty face with a dim-witted mind. Why couldn''t she grasp that messing with Stella leads to a bloody life?


    Filled with anger, Delma''s knife descended upon the cutting board with a resounding thud.

 Chapter 3 - Hidden

    Nightfall had descended on Block 1, where lights had begun to flicker unlike the darkness still shrouding Blast 2. The street was filled with all sorts of pleasures, as those seeking to indulge in alcohol and women spilled over. The occasional high-end carriage stood parked, with extravagantly-dressed rich folks making their presence known. The reason for their coming here was plain: they could have their way with women as they pleased, without fear of being exposed to their acquaintances.


    Laila parked her cart in front of the largest and brightest building, Red Moon, known for housing the most beautiful women and liquor on the Blast Street. Though she had been there several times before, she still trembled and felt a sense of shame each time she came. If there were levels to this world, then this place was the bottom rung¡ªa place of poverty, deceit, violence, and hedonism. Since Stella had aggressively reached out to her earlier, she had come to detest this place even more.


    After making a few trips, Laila transferred the fish from her cart to the kitchen of the tavern.


    "Madam, can I see Milena today? I need to make some money."


    "Milena is busy right now. Julia has been caught."


    Laila asked the kitchen woman.


    "When did that happen?"


    "Early this morning. She managed to evade the police for a day, but she couldn''t avoid getting caught forever."


    The woman''s words held no weight, for things like this happened every day.


    Laila''s shoulders slumped as her energy drained away.


    Julia had been brought here several months ago by her older brother, who owed gambling debts. She had to deal with not only customers but also with thieves who came every night. It was difficult to adapt to this lifestyle, but when the thieves started harassing her, she couldn''t take it anymore and ran away. Laila had sensed that something like this would happen since she heard about Julia''s situation. But she had hoped that Julia would not get caught. It seemed like her hope was in vain. Laila felt her hope breaking down.


    "Even so, if you need to make money, you should go up and see if anyone wants a room. You know where they are, right?"


    "Yes."


    Laila glanced down the hallway as she responded. Although she contemplated simply leaving, she knew that if she didn''t collect the owed money, Delma''s iron grip would come crashing down on her. Laila swiftly resolved to retrieve the funds and return.


    Ascending to the second floor, Laila walked along the corridor. At the end of the hallway was Milena''s room, where the reddish hue of the curtains replaced the stolen silverware. Every encounter with Milena left Laila infuriated. The woman''s merciless treatment of others and her stinginess with money sent shivers down Laila''s spine whenever she condescendingly scanned her from head to toe with an eerie smile.


    As Laila stood before Milena''s door, she noticed it was slightly ajar. Despite raising her hand to knock, she froze at the glimpse of the scene inside.


    Gasping, Laila instinctively covered her mouth with both hands.


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    A woman sat on her knees, her hands tied behind her back. Her disheveled hair sprawled wildly, and her torn undergarments barely covered her intimate parts, exposing the bruises that marred her arms, back, buttocks, and legs. The marks were evidence of a severe beating.


    Laila recognized the woman as Julia, the one who had been captured.


    "Well, well. Why did you have to engage in such unbearable acts and end up in this state? Hm?" Laila asked in shock.


    Julia was not alone. Madame Milena sat in an armchair a few steps away, wearing a dress that barely concealed her bosom and with her fiery red hair piled high. After mocking Julia, she took a puff of her pipe, exhaling a graceful plume of white smoke into the air.


    There was one more presence. A man, previously unseen, walked steadily towards Julia and stood before her in silence. He possessed a tall, lanky frame, with a haggard physique and torn eyes beneath his dark gray hair.


    Stear Leiken, the lawless wanderer of Blast Street.


    His trousers were already undone, evidence of his prior deeds. Stear reached into his pants and extracted something substantial, gripping Julia''s hair near her forehead with one hand.


    "Ah, how wicked," he hissed.


    Julia''s moan of pain escaped through clenched teeth.


    "Open your mouth," said Stear in a deep, gruff voice. As soon as the words fell, Julia trembled and parted her lips, while Milena, with an air of nonchalance, merely continued to puff on her cigarette.


    Without delay, something solid pushed its way into Julia''s mouth. With one hand outstretched and the other gripping her hair, he began to move his hips.


    Thrust, thrust. Despite Julia''s strained moans in response to Stear¡¯s unbridled movements, he paid no heed. In fact, her cries seemed to further fuel his excitement, as if they were an explosive catalyst, prompting him to thrust even harder. The sound of saliva gurgling and slobbering was deafening. It was a filthy and cruel sight.


    Frozen, Laila felt a strange gaze upon her and averted her eyes. Milena had been watching her all along. Without a word, she took a deep drag on her cigarette and exhaled smoke with a satisfied smile.


    Laila shuddered from head to toe and took a step back. Just as she was about to turn away, another shock struck her.


    "Haah, Laila."


    At the sound of Stear''s voice calling her name, Laila''s footsteps froze in their tracks. It was only now that she remembered why Julia''s name had been on people''s lips since the day she arrived here. It was because Julia looked so similar to Laila.


    With each step she retreated, Laila swiftly turned around. Unlike when she arrived, her steps grew faster and faster. Eventually, she sprinted down the corridor, rushing down the stairs. It felt as though Milena and Stear''s hands were reaching out from behind, ready to grab her by the hair.


    The path and the stairs were barely visible. Relying solely on instinct, she careened down without a second thought, but in the end, she missed a step.


    "Oops."


    Seizing the opportunity of an unsteady landing, the upper body leaned forward before the feet could touch the ground. Suspended in mid-air, on the brink of a great fall, Laia was suddenly embraced by a firm pair of arms, pulling her securely into their hold. In an instant, she found herself entwined with a stranger, her hands tightly gripping his neck.


    She felt as though she had lived swiftly, and in that fleeting moment, she encountered a distinct fragrance. Without a chance for another thought to surface, her body descended, and her feet met the stairs.


    "Th-thank you," she uttered.


    Returning to reality, Laila bowed her head in gratitude. Though she could see his black coat and pants, she couldn''t bring herself to face him properly. She didn''t even realize the fact that she was embracing another man for the first time. After all, he was just one among the many who came to embrace women.


    Everyone inside the Red Moon was detestable.


    Swiftly withdrawing herself from the man''s embrace, Laila began to descend the stairs.

 Chapter 4 - Find out

    The day had already turned dark. The cart that had carried fish was now empty, but Laila didn''t even consider pulling the cart. Hastily escaping into the alley, she stopped only when she reached a place devoid of people.


    "Sigh..."


    Laila, half-sitting, began to retch. Though she gagged violently, hardly anything came up due to her empty stomach. Only a bitter fluid rose, causing her throat to ache as if it were on fire.


    "Sigh, ugh..."


    After a while, Laila''s empty retching finally ceased. Breathing heavily, she stared blankly at the ground, and there she noticed the tip of a black shoe.


    Slowly, Laila raised her head towards the darkness that enveloped her.


    "....!"


    A man adorned with a black silk hat cast his gaze down upon her. Due to his towering stature, his face appeared diminutive in the elevated position. Though his forehead remained concealed beneath the shadow of the hat, his eyes, gracefully arched and upwardly drawn, were strikingly prominent.


    In the darkness of night and shrouded by the hat''s shadow, his iris color remained elusive. Tinged with brown when immersed in darkness, they would take on a cerulean hue when touched by light, much like her own. His eyes, discreet yet taciturn, descended upon her like drops of dew in the evening. The lips, delicately pursed beneath a symmetrically sculpted nasal bridge, were impressive in their modesty. He seemed a personage who exuded an air of icy aloofness, yet projected a sense of unwavering fortitude.


    The tremor coursing through her body was not solely due to the shocking events she had witnessed just moments before.


    Indeed, such individuals exist in this world.


    To say he was handsome and stylish fell short of the mark. He was immaculate. That was the thought that pervaded her mind the instant she laid eyes upon him. He seemed to possess a purity untainted by physical grime or environmental squalor. Even among the well-dressed wealthy individuals in their ostentatious suits, this man possessed a distinct elegance. Despite being in such close proximity, he felt inexplicably distant.


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    "Are you alright?"


    The man opened his mouth with the same indifferent gaze. His deep, coarse voice resounded in a courteous timbre that struck her ears.


    For some reason, Laila felt a sudden embarrassment and rose to her feet, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.


    "How may I help you??"


    The man asked again.


    "No, I''m fine," Laila replied calmly, steadying her mind. She knew better than to be swayed by first impressions. While this man seemed different from the other guests, he was just another customer at this establishment. Laila had to be cautious not to rely on his kind gesture towards her beauty, as it could lead to greater danger. Above all, facing him made her feel more miserable for no reason.


    "Thank you," the man said.


    He has blue eyes.


    Laila lowered her head after examining the color of the man''s irises. She felt his gaze following her until she was buried in the darkness. Once she left Blast 1, Laila ran with all her might, feeling the cool air clear her head.


    In the cold air, Laila remembered the lingering scent of the man who had asked her earlier.


    It was him!


    He was the man who had helped her on the stairs a little while ago.


    The man stood in the same spot until Laila disappeared from view. After the darkness swallowed her up, he raised his hand and sniffed the scent that lingered on his sleeve. As he pulled out a handkerchief to wipe his hand, he remembered the trembling eyes of the woman with the hard-to-see sapphire eyes. She was a dangerous beauty to linger in a place like this.


    As a carriage approached him, the man stood next to it. The secretary who had opened the door and got off bowed his head towards him.


    "My lord."


    The secretary called him and covered his nose before taking a step back.


    "Find out what''s going on up there."


    The man ordered as he threw the handkerchief to the ground and got into the carriage.

 Chapter 5 - Trust

    "Are you leaving?"


    Amber, who had been dividing the pebbles into the basket according to their sizes, was taken aback and stopped her movements. It seemed difficult for her to easily believe Laila''s words.


    She was the only daughter of the flower shop on Blast Street, just like most of the shops in the neighborhood, which served as flower fronts for the bars.


    Laila and Amber had grown up together on this street since they were young. They knew each other better than anyone else, and they trusted each other enough to share secrets. Amber would often gather withered flowers for Laila, who loved flowers.


    "Yes."


    Laila replied with a determined face.


    "But what about your parents?"


    "They won''t know. Even if they raised me, I can''t follow their wishes when it comes to marriage."


    Leaving home was as significant to her as the world changing. If it weren''t for the forced marriage they were pushing on her, she wouldn''t have mustered the courage for this. She was still scared and trembling, but marrying Stear was even worse than dying.


    Everyone on Blast Street knew how cruel and relentless he was. He made money from running the women''s trade and gambling, even taking the last bit of money from the poor. Under the pretext of maintaining order on the street, he collected rents not only from his own shops but also from the street vendors.


    People trembled at his audacity, yet dared not rebel. They had witnessed several individuals lose their limbs or become lifeless corpses, devoured by rats countless times.


    Sane parents would never entertain the idea of giving their daughter to such a scoundrel. Even if words could penetrate, attempting to persuade Delma and Marshall would be in vain. They were simple and ignorant individuals. The boundaries of Blast Street were their entire world, never venturing beyond its confines. Their desires revolved around the basic necessities of eating, sleeping, earning money, and selling Laila to live a slightly more comfortable life. The pressure for Stella to marry would intensify. It was frightening, but for now, she would depart, with the intention of returning once time had passed and she could establish a new position.


    "Stella won''t stay put."


    "He doesn''t have the right to do so."


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    Laila''s departure from home wasn''t due to debts or weaknesses. She was different from the women who fled. Although Stella persistently pursued her, it did not qualify him to chase after her. She had to leave this place before Stella could set a trap to capture her.


    "Amber, is all my money still intact?"


    Laila redirected her question.


    "Of course. We checked just a week ago."


    Amber gestured toward the interior of the store and responded. Inside a vacant corner pot, Laila had entrusted her money for two years. It was a precautionary measure in case Stella, Delma, and Marshall openly pressured her. Originally, she had hidden the money at home, but that lazy and clouded judgment of a man, Marshall, managed to steal it all. It was a marvel how someone with such dulled perception and laziness had such a keen sense for the smell of money. Hence, she entrusted the money to Amber, someone she could trust, and she faithfully safeguarded Lyla''s funds. Over time, she had managed to save up 200 shillings. With that money, she could afford several months'' rent once she left her home.


    "Give me 5 shillings now. The rest, I will come to collect in two nights."


    "So, you really intend to leave."


    Amber''s voice trailed off as she sensed Laila''s resolve. Having relied on each other like sisters for so long, the disappointment would be profound. Laila felt it too, but it was an inevitable occurrence.


    "And where will you go?"


    "I haven''t decided yet."


    Laila rose from her seat with a faint smile. While she did have a rough plan in her mind, she refrained from divulging it unnecessarily. It wasn''t because she didn''t trust Amber, but rather her own nature. She was inclined to keep her lips sealed until she had fully made up her mind about any matter.


    "Alright, I understand. I''ll get things ready for you."


    "Thank you, Amber."


    Laila glanced at the clay figurine in her hand before gently placing it next to her companions in the basket. It was a type of succulent plant. Once it sprouted and grew, it would produce beautiful flowers.


    I will become like that too, she whispered inwardly.


    "Oh, by the way, take this with you."


    Amber picked up a bouquet of lilies that had been placed to the side. They were fresh, vibrant flowers, not the withered ones given away before disposal.


    "Why is this for me?"


    "It might be your last chance. Take it."


    "Thank you," murmured Laila as she accepted the bouquet and buried her nose in the flowers. Amber, observing Laila''s swift transformation into a beautiful smile, sensed an unfamiliar sensation within her.


    Laila was someone who should hold flowers, not a fish knife. Beyond her beauty, she possessed an inherent elegance in every gesture and movement. It was a natural grace that flowed effortlessly from her being, without the need for learning or striving.


    Amber felt she knew why Laila captivated so many hearts. It was because there was something unattainable about her, something that remained elusive no matter how much they reached out. Though the nature of that unattainable quality remained unknown, it only fueled their desire for it, precisely because it was difficult to possess.

 Chapter 6 - Premonition

    Having resolved her heart, her footsteps became lighter. Though she would not receive any compensation for her injuries, the ordeal would soon come to an end. Laila stood in front of her house, mustering her courage, and opened the door.


    "Oh, Mother. I''ve co¡ª"


    Laila stepped inside and, upon seeing the visitor, faltered momentarily, halting her steps. The hard-won tranquility shattered, and her heart began to race uncontrollably.


    Stear Leiken, seated across from Delma and Marshal, rose from his chair upon catching sight of her.


    "Hello, Laila."


    Stear curled his lips into a sly smile, a strange gleam in his eyes.


    Dressed in an elaborate suit with a jeweled pocket watch chain, he looked different from before. His expensive attire seemed out of place in this setting, but to Laila''s eyes, he appeared frivolous. People claimed he had a handsome face, but she didn''t see it that way. Laila keenly sensed the desire flickering in Stear''s smug gaze.


    "Laila, come on in."


    Marshall greeted her with an uncharacteristically cheerful smile. His eyebrows were raised, and his nose reddened by alcohol addiction. He always carried curses on his lips. Such an expression meant he either wanted something or was about to mock someone.


    Feeling a sense of foreboding, Laila turned her head to look at Delma. Delma''s chilly gaze, as always, remained aloof, but Laila deciphered a certain glimmer in her eyes. Undoubtedly, discussions about an unknown aspect of her were taking place in this very room.


    "Stear has decided to forgive our debt."


    "Debt? What debt?"


    In that instant, Laila''s premonition proved true, and she nervously bit her lip.


    "Your father owes a substantial debt to Stear. He''s been patiently waiting all this time. We allowed the forgiveness of the debt as a condition for your marriage to Stear."


    "What are you talking about? I refuse!"


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    Laila''s lips trembled sweetly as she exclaimed, for there was no need to pose the question, the unfolding situation was already apparent. Marshall had been entangled in gambling for years, and I knew well of his escalating debts. It was an endless cycle of despair, futile to intervene or attempt repayment. However, I never imagined he would stoop so low as to sell her off. Even if there was no love between them, I believed there was a sense of mutual affection, but it seems that was merely her misconception.


    "Where the hell do you think you''re raising your voice!" Delma, with her fiery temper, rose abruptly, striking the table with a loud thud.


    "Don''t be that way, Delma. She''s going to be my wife now, so treat her well, won''t you?" Marshall deliberately wore a pained expression, furrowing his brow. Even though he didn''t show anger, Delma found herself speechless, forcefully exhaling as she sat back down.


    Marshall reached out for Laila''s tied-up hair as he approached her, lifting his jacket that hung over a chair and draping it over his arm. The image of him, smiling above her, overlapped with the torment he inflicted upon Julia just a few hours prior. He was filthy and vile. Unbeknownst to herself, Laila instinctively took a few steps back, avoiding him.


    He shamelessly drew near and caressed Laila''s bound hair with his hand. "Accept it when I treat you well, Laila. It''s for your own good," he whispered, stooping closer to her frozen figure.


    "If you ever behave like you did today again..."


    "..."


    "Your pretty face might not stay so pretty."


    Stear¡¯s lips, which had been smiling, twisted strangely. Laila, already frozen, trembled in defeat, devoid of any resistance.


    Stear, pretending to be a gentleman, bowed his head and bid his farewell as he passed her, opening the door and exiting.


    It took a while for Laia to muster the strength to speak, and she addressed Delma and Marshall with great effort.


    "I won''t marry Stear. The debts can be paid off slowly..."


    "Don''t speak foolishly."


    Marshall, who had been wearing a pleasant smile throughout, contorted his face and stood up. Approaching with heavy footsteps, he firmly grasped Laila''s trembling shoulders. The madness of a desperate gambler, willing to abandon his entire fortune and family, gleamed in his eyes.


    "Do you even know how much debt you''re in, you fool? Even if you sell your body until you die at Red Moon, you won''t be able to repay that money."


    "But..."


    "What''s the problem, for heaven''s sake? Just offer your body and open your legs once, and it''ll be over."


    "..."


    Laila clenched her teeth at Marshall''s vulgar words. It felt as though her ears were rotting, but if she reacted here, Marshall''s hand would come flying. She had to consider the consequences.


    "That''s the way, Laila. After all, I''ve been feeding and raising you all this time. It''s only fair for you to repay the favor. You''re lucky to have someone like Stear interested in you."


    "..."


    Under Delma''s domineering tone, Laila averted her gaze.

 Chapter 7 - Escape

    "It would be a fortunate turn of events for them. They would have their debts forgiven, receive a regular supply of fish, and gain the pretext of being the in-laws of the Stear, which would deter anyone from daring to cross them. Why don''t they realize that such benefits are merely temporary?"


    With enough leverage to obtain control over the Blast Street, Stear was no ordinary individual. He was determined to achieve his own objectives, without engaging in actions that would bring him harm. His leniency in not pressuring Marshall for his debt and patiently waiting had its purpose.


    This is a trap. The noose tightened around her neck, the very neck that could have escaped freely. Now, Stear had gained the authority to pursue her.


    Momentarily plagued by fear, but as the day broke, the thought of fleeing became firmly established in her mind.


    Laila, while adapting to the volatile moods of Delma and Marshall, secretly devised a plan. The escape routes of the fleeing women were too straightforward, making it easy for Sturrs'' gang to track them. Their lack of experience and ignorance prevented them from finding any alternative methods.


    They had to find a different path. Laila decided to utilize a freight train that had been in operation for several years. She would somehow make her way back to the train and disembark at the terminal. From there, she would walk, take another form of transportation, and continue on foot until she found a place to settle. She contemplated taking up a servant''s position or working as a clerk in a shop in a place where her heart could find solace. Even if all her efforts were in vain and she was discovered, it was better than giving up without even attempting.


    Impatient as she was, time seemed to pass slowly for her. The day before her departure, Laila secretly entered Delma''s room and opened the worn-out wardrobe. There was something she needed to take with her. It was the swaddling cloth in which Laila had wrapped the baby when she was discovered. Delma had sold the larger, more valuable outer wrap, but she had not disposed of the inner one. Laila had tucked it away in a corner. Seeing the crumpled fabric, she felt relieved and picked it up. Carefully tracing the embroidered patterns with her hand, she delicately folded it and placed it in her embrace. It wasn''t for the sake of clinging to any hope of finding her biological parents. It was simply because this was her one and only tangible connection to her own existence.


    ¡°After gathering my belongings, my restless heart finally calmed down. Though I had resolved to escape to the edge of the cliff, that gentle and serene woman trembled with fear and anxiety throughout.¡±


    Now, all the preparations are complete.


    The next morning, Laila placed five shillings in the tin on the shelf. It appeared hidden deep within, yet it could be found if one searched diligently. True to form, when Laila returned in the evening after selling fish, the entire house was in disarray, and the money had vanished.


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    "Damn swindler!" Delma exclaimed, but Laila, strangely enough, felt relieved. The gambler she had dealt with would not be back until at least tomorrow morning.


    Dressed in different clothes, Laila knocked on Delma''s door and opened it.


    "Please rest first, Mother. I''ll be going to Amber''s for a while," she said.


    "Why on earth are you going there again!"


    Delma, who had spent the whole day working and felt exhausted, responded with an irritated tone, only turning her head. The scales from the fish Laila had been selling stuck to the bedsheet, still clinging to her clothes. It was a common occurrence. No matter how much Laila cleaned the house and washed herself, the stench of their lives had permeated everything.


    "Tomorrow is the day we go to church. The priest would appreciate it if I brought some flowers," Laila explained.


    "Hmph. Pointless."


    Delma snorted, but her face showed a reluctant agreement.


    "I''ll be back soon."


    "Don''t waste time and come back quickly to sleep early. You''ll be working alone tomorrow."


    After Delma grumbled those words, she closed her eyes.


    "Yes," Laila replied quietly and closed the door.


    The morrow marked a day when the cathedral provided free meals for the destitute. Though one could partake in a satisfactory luncheon and supper, attending the worship service was a requisite. Marshall, indifferent to such nourishment, favored brawls instead. However, Delma differed in disposition. She spent her morning at the cathedral partaking in the distributed sustenance and even joined the mass, despite her lack of interest. Thus, tonight presented an opportunity. Delma, arising in the morning, would assume that Laila had gone to work, unaware of her absence.


    Laila emerged from the door, visibly tense. The autumnal chill swept in, causing her body to involuntarily tremble. Her worn and thin cloak offered little respite from the cold. She needed to settle down and find work before winter arrived. Carrying the bag she had concealed in front of her house, Laila ventured into the dimly lit alleyways.


    The dark alleyway lay enveloped in the deepening darkness, with dry leaves rustling about. Even at this hour, the area was usually deserted, but today an unusually frigid atmosphere hung in the air. Perhaps it was merely a consequence of her own mood.


    Attempting to console herself, Laila stood before Amber''s flower shop. Dim light seeped out from inside. She opened the door, expecting Amber to be waiting for her.


    "Amber?"


    Laila called out softly as she stepped inside.


    "Amber? It''s me. Where are you?"


    Disheartened by the unpleasant silence, Laila called out to Amber again.


    "Laila."

 Chapter 8 - Disappointment

    At that moment, Amber''s gentle voice reached her ears. Emerging from the passage connecting the shop to the house, Amber made her way through the darkness. Observing the contorted expression on her face, Laila realized that something was amiss.


    "Sorry. I''m so sorry, Laila."


    "What on earth...?"


    Laila barely managed to contain her anxiety as she began to question her.


    "I apologize, Laila," came the resolute voice of a man who should not have been present. Emerging from the shadows with an intrusive demeanor was Stear Leiken.


    "I''ve learned about your plans," he revealed. In the face of his bitter laughter, Laila, filled with despair, turned her gaze back to Amber. Yearning for an explanation, her eyes implored, and Amber, trembling, responded.


    "Our father has incurred a gambling debt."


    "I said I would consider forgiving it if you relayed your story," supplemented Stear, derisively mocking Laila. In that moment, the emotion that struck Laila was not defeat, but rather a profound sense of disappointment. She never expected Amber, the person she trusted and relied on more than anyone, to betray her. Never before had Amber divulged her true feelings so openly, without concealing the narration of her past.


    "Amber, how could you..." Laila''s voice trailed off, tears restrained, as she turned away. She tried to escape, but at the doorway stood two of Stear¡¯s henchmen. With a surge of terror, Laila turned back to face Stear, who was gradually approaching.


    "If you''re blessed with beauty, you should commit beautiful deeds, not act as vile as this!"


    Cain''s repulsive touch landed across Laila''s face.


    Thwack!


    Laila went flying, colliding with the wall before collapsing to the ground. The intense pain rendered her unable to even utter a proper scream.


    "I can''t show you any kindness," he sneered.


    Looking down at the fallen Laila, who had just finished speaking her final words before collapsing, I saw blood trickling from her lips and nose as she struggled to breathe. The dust on the ground floated weakly as I exhaled. The impact had hit my head hard, making my vision blurry. Amber cried out in shock, but I could barely hear her due to my blocked ears.


    "I don''t want to," Laila muttered.


    The ending was too cruel. Laila tried to move, but she had no strength in her hands. Despair overpowered her will to resist. She felt it was all over. She would be caught by Stear and become his woman, beaten and broken.


    Thud. Thud.


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    In the frighteningly silent flower shop, we heard the sound of unfamiliar footsteps, aside from Laila. Everyone, except Laila, turned their gaze towards the door.


    A tall, well-dressed man stood before Stear¡¯s men. His appearance and demeanor didn''t match those of a customer or one of Stear¡¯s thugs.


    "Who the hell is this guy?" One of Stear''s men cursed, pushing the man''s shoulder, but he didn''t even flinch. He stood there nonchalantly, looking at us.


    Struggling to turn her head, Laila recognized him immediately. A face she would never forget.


    "Do you need help?" he asked.


    "Would you like some help?"


    The man, observing her collapsed form with lips agape, inquired as he did before.


    In that moment, a faint glimmer of hope surged within Laila''s chest. Regardless of who he was and why he was here, she needed to exploit him now, if possible.


    "Please, help me," Laila cried out without missing a beat.


    "Damn you, woman!"


    Thud. Laila recoiled as the stinging lashes of the whip struck her once more. She could no longer see or hear anything.


    ***


    The sensation of trembling was unfamiliar to her. Laila slowly lifted her eyelids. In the dim interior, she faintly glimpsed the man''s silhouette across from her.


    "Do you regain your senses?" A low, deep voice flowed in. It was an unfamiliar voice, yet not entirely strange. Amidst the indistinctness of his appearance, there was a sensation that awakened first. A scent of refreshing forest that didn''t match the filthy, bustling streets.


    Laila''s eyes flickered open.


    Startled, Laila tried to sit up but emitted a gasp, contorting her face in pain. It felt as if her entire body roared in agony. With her abrupt movement, the coat that had been draped over her body slipped down to the floor. The situation she encountered before losing consciousness rapidly surged back.


    "Amber! The thief. The thief..."


    Overwhelmed by fear, Laila rambled incoherently. She remembered the man appearing, but afterwards, her consciousness failed to piece together the sequence of events. The lack of mental clarity stemmed not only from the physical torment she endured. It was because the impact of betrayal, terror, and violence had yet to dissipate.


    "Don''t worry. I took care of the bastard."


    "No, he''ll come after us."


    The man replied calmly, yet her fear towards Stear remained unabated. Having observed his tenacity for quite some time, she knew how determined he was. Somehow, he would seek retribution against her. Perhaps even the man who had rescued her might be unaware of the danger.


    "Well, I find it hard to believe that a person imprisoned could do such a thing."


    "......"


    "The scoundrel and his gang have been arrested. So you can rest assured."


    Even amidst the slight commotion caused by Laila, he remained unfazed. To him, the series of events seemed insignificant. It was only now that Laila realized the man''s outward appearance was unscathed. If she had delved a little deeper, she would have recognized that the situation itself spoke volumes about the previous outcome. Somehow, the man had surpassed the notorious Sterle and his henchmen to rescue her.


    Her mind grew hazy once again. How on earth?


    "Even if, by some chance, they are eventually released, they won''t be able to find me."


    "......"


    "It''s inevitable for everyone to have a boundary that they cannot reach."

 Chapter 9 - Saviour

    Laila recognized the mention of a man beyond that line. It was a statement that applied to her as well, living on the same floor as stealth, but she felt no discomfort or self-pity.


    His words resonated with a justified confidence, not mere showmanship. The man''s demeanor exuded tranquility, and his sagacity and composure ironically diluted Laila''s unease. Though she didn''t know who this man was or why he had helped her, it was a luxury concern for her current weary self. Encountering a powerful man and overcoming a crisis was undoubtedly a stroke of luck.


    The man bent down and picked up his fallen coat. With both hands, he held it and enveloped her body, spreading it wide.


    "You seem quite injured. We can talk about it in detail later. For now, take a rest. It will take a while to reach our destination."


    His tone was gentle, yet it carried weight. Though Laila had many questions, she refrained from asking further. Besides being influenced by the man''s energy, above all, she was utterly exhausted, just as his words suggested.


    Laila melted into the cool-scented coat. Amidst her resurfacing haze of consciousness, she inquired.


    "Who are you?"


    "I am Cain Vanderbilt. And you?"


    He asked with a polite smile that seemed to demand a prompt response. The glimpse of his gleaming, orderly teeth was quite captivating.


    "I am..."


    Laila hesitated and trailed off. She was apprehensive about revealing herself honestly to someone she barely knew. The conflict quickly dissipated. After all, what would be the point of concealing anything from the person she would no longer see and had already received help from?


    "I am Laila Dunst."


    "Laila Dunst.."


    Laila thought her name, originating from another person''s mouth, sounded splendid for the first time in her life.


    ***


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    There had been tales of unimaginably wealthy individuals residing in the northern region of the capital. It was a distant and inconceivable notion for her, so she paid no attention to it. However, now that she had witnessed the reality of it, Laila was completely astounded.


    Cain Vanderbilt was a far more tremendous magnate than she had ever imagined. As she entered his house, she was greeted by a grand hall supported by colossal pillars and adorned with exquisite marble flooring. Expensive-looking carpets and tapestries, ornate furniture, and decorations caught Laila''s eyes as she was overwhelmed by the sight. How much wealth must one possess to live in such a house?


    "Have you arrived, sir?"


    The male and female servants who had been waiting for him politely bowed their heads. Cain Vanderbilt acknowledged their greetings with a stern gaze.


    "Prepare hot water for the lady to bathe. Also, provide her with suitable attire."


    "Oh, no. I''m fine..."


    Bathing in an unfamiliar place was an uncomfortable endeavor. Laila''s intention to decline was halted when she noticed the expressions of those standing nearby.


    Someone grimaced, another held their breath, and one person couldn''t help but cover their nose.


    It was only then that Laila realized there was a distinct fishy odor emanating from herself. A sudden flush of embarrassment engulfed her. She had bathed, but somehow the fishy smell had permeated her body. The stench of poverty, ingrained like an inherent trait, embarrassingly revealed itself.


    "Well then, if you''ll excuse me."


    In that moment of exposing her inferiority, Laila choose silence over needless stubbornness. Letting go of her pride brought her a newfound tranquility. What did it matter if she were labeled as shameless and audacious? She would repay Cain''s kindness at a later time.


    "Feeling weary, let''s cleanse ourselves and rest today. We shall engage in conversation tomorrow morning," said Kane.


    In response to Cain''s words, she nodded silently.


    "This way," Cain motioned.


    As Laila followed the young maid, she felt Cain''s unwavering gaze upon her. Her face blushed slightly, a scent as potent as it would be within the confined space of a carriage, even more so in this expansive area. Nevertheless, he showed no indication of his awareness. That fact was both comforting and embarrassing.


    After Laila disappeared, Cain handed over his coat to the maid.


    "Inhale," the maid inadvertently grimaced, realizing her slip-up, and cautiously gauged Cain''s reaction. Upon meeting his unflinching, icy eyes, she flinched in surprise and lowered her head. She had carried an air of disdain, subtly ignoring the woman''s presence due to her shabby appearance, but seeing the master''s response made her realize her misjudgment.


    "I-I will quickly have it laundered and returned," she stammered.


    "No need," Cain replied coldly, turning away and changing his steps.


    What could it be?


    The maid looked bewildered, her head cocked in confusion.

 Chapter 10 - Sheltered

    "Such a world exists, indeed," sighed Lila, nestling her body within the comforting warmth of the tub. She had never experienced bathing in such a spacious vessel, nor had she ever felt at ease when cleansing herself. It was because she had always needed to evade Marshall''s prying eyes, who would steal glances as her chest emerged and her buttocks swelled.


    She had never envied the wealthy before, but in this moment, she found herself yearning for an abundance of money. If she had such riches, she could indulge in this lavish bathing ritual every day.


    As her body relaxed and rejuvenated, her tension dissipated. She wanted to savor this moment, unsure if it would be her first and last, but the maid beside her posed a problem. Relentlessly, she bombarded Laila with incessant questions, as if she had an insatiable curiosity.


    "Can you believe you don''t know the Vanderbilt family? That''s preposterous, isn''t it? You must be lying."


    "No, I''m not..."


    Laila''s voice faded away like a wisp of smoke. She had never even heard of the Vanderbilt name, let alone its illustrious reputation. Despite her honest admission, the maid narrowed her eyes, as if suspecting Laila of falsehoods. Seeing Lila''s perplexed gaze, the maid sighed and spoke with disdain.


    "Even if a country falls, the family remains eternal. Especially the Vanderbilt family, which is one of the most renowned in this land. I don''t know how you came to meet the Duke, but..."


    "The Duke?" Lila interjected, her voice filled with astonishment. She knew Cain was wealthy, but she had no idea he held such remarkable stature. He had never revealed his power and fame to her.


    "Surely you didn''t follow him without knowing that too?"


    The handmaiden brimmed with anticipation, yet upon witnessing Laila''s inscrutable expression, she seemed to discern the sincerity. Eager to uncover Laila''s true identity, she altered her demeanor and commenced elucidating about Cain Vanderbilt.


    The Vanderbilt lineage spanned over two centuries, encompassing an esteemed aristocratic family. Particularly, Cain''s grandfather and father, Wolf Vanderbilt and Walter Vanderbilt, had stood among the vanguard twenty years ago, aligning themselves with the people, fomenting revolution, and toppling the emperor. Thus, the Vanderbilt name had commanded reverence and wielded power, dating back to the days before the monarchy. As the successor, Cain inherited their prestige and wealth, perpetuating it through the ages.


    Though the term "nobility" had faded, people still referred to Cain as the Duke. It was incumbent upon Laila to listen, until her soul felt suffocated, to tales of the vast number of companies owned by the Vanderbilt family, the opulence and remarkable honor that Cain possessed, which continued to weigh upon her heart.


    Curious, indeed.


    Why would such an individual appear in the blasted alleys? Not once, but twice. And for what reason did he extend assistance to Laila?


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    Tomorrow morning, I shall inquire of all.


    "But, pray tell, Miss, what is your true identity? How did our master come across you?"


    Having concluded her lengthy explanation, the handmaiden inquired with a face brimming with curiosity. Despite being a guest brought by Cain, she displayed no difficulty in addressing Laila. Perhaps it was due to Laila''s shabby appearance. However, there was an unmistakable yearning to discover why their master had brought this impoverished yet beautiful woman.


    Exhaustion washed over Laila. Even if she wished to speak, she knew nothing more than the handmaiden.


    "Well, I merely received some assistance from the Duke."


    "What kind?"


    The handmaiden leaned in, her gaze fixed upon Laila''s flushed and bruised countenance.


    "Forgive me."


    Unable to endure the handmaiden''s prying chatter any longer, Laila finally spoke up.


    "May I have a moment to rest? Please step aside. I will take care of washing up and leave on my own accord."


    "Pardon me?"


    The handmaiden, appearing bewildered by Laila''s words, flinched slightly and fell silent. The woman, who had subtly disregarded her earlier, was now boldly asserting herself, causing a hidden surprise to ripple across her features.


    "Yes, understood. The soap is here, and the nightgown and robe are hung over there."


    "Just a moment."


    As the handmaiden turned to leave in response to Laila''s summons, she hesitated and turned back. Laila questioned her with an expression that seemed to ask what the matter was.


    "How to use the soap?"


    "...."


    The handmaiden emitted a bewildered exhalation that was surprisingly loud.


    ***


    The night was deep. Emerging from his study, Cain began to walk toward his own chamber. However, after a few steps, he paused and became lost in thought. Shortly thereafter, he redirected his footsteps toward the place where Lila was staying.


    Cain raised his smooth hand and gently knocked on her door. Inside, there was no hint of a response or any sign at all.


    "Has she fallen asleep? Well, after experiencing such a harrowing ordeal, it''s only natural that she would be exhausted to the point of collapsing."


    As Cain turned his body to head back to his own room, he felt a chilling sensation. He once again knocked on Laila''s door.


    "Laila?"


    Just as before, there was no reply.


    After knocking forcefully several times without receiving an answer, Cain, without permission, opened the door and entered.


    Her room was completely empty. The neatly arranged bed sheets remained undisturbed, and there was no trace whatsoever of anyone having stayed there. It seemed more like no one had even entered rather than sneaking out.


    Cain''s face contorted in confusion.


    He swiftly reeled in the thread and quickened his pace. With a sense of trepidation, he entered the bathroom.


    Laila was sleeping, chilled, inside the cold bathtub.


    "Laila!"


    Cain hurriedly approached and lifted the naked Laila into his arms.

 Chapter 11 - At safe

    On the lofty ceiling, a painting inspired by biblical verses adorned the walls. Weary eyes took in the unfamiliar sight. A spacious room unfolded, adorned with elegant golden furniture, hung paintings, vases brimming with flowers, and a crackling fireplace.


    Laila became aware of her presence as she lay upon a large, plush bed.


    In this unfamiliar space, there was one familiar presence. Cain Vanderbilt sat upon the single-chair by her bedside. With closed eyes and a tilted head, he exuded an air of serenity. It seemed as if he had fallen asleep.


    Curiously, upon seeing him, a sense of relief washed over her, releasing the tension in her body.


    It was a dream. I am alive. I am in a safe place.


    "Um..."


    Merely uttering those few words caused a surge of pain in her throat. Abandoning the idea of calling Cain again, she instead directed her gaze towards his face. The flickering flames cast dancing shadows and light upon his visage. His closed eyelids were neatly adorned with eyelashes. Unlike when he was awake, his lips, now sealed, exuded a soft aura. Even in his slumber, his features were as captivating as ever. His presence, beyond the boundary she could reach, both offered solace and evoked inexplicable resignation and longing.


    "Cane..."


    Laila called his name once more. Although she had been introduced to him, she had never summoned his name before, yet now her lips parted unconsciously.


    In an instant, he slowly lifted his eyelids. Taking a moment to gaze at her, Cain gradually rose to a sitting position, assessed the situation. Whether it was his inherent nature or the influence of his upbringing, his movements and expressions remained steady and composed.


    "Are you coming to your senses?"


    Cain rose from his seat and slipped his hand into his coat pocket, gazing down at her. The shadows in his eyes prevented her from deciphering his thoughts. It seemed as though he was both concerned and scornful.


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    Laila''s vision before her eyes began to blur gradually.


    Comfortable. Warm. Sleepy.


    The sight within and Cain''s presence eradicated the nightmares and brought about a sense of tranquility.


    Was it because the tension had dissipated?


    An illusion crept into Laila''s mind, as if Cain''s body stretched out indefinitely. When she turned her head, the figures in the painting on the ceiling moved arbitrarily. Laila felt as if she were being sucked into the depths of the bed.


    "Laila?"


    It was strange. She had just woken up, so why was she unable to resist this drowsiness?


    Laila made an effort to regain her composure and opened her mouth.


    "It''s not possible..."


    "What do you mean it''s not possible?"


    Sensing that something was amiss with her condition, Cain narrowed his eyes and inquired.


    "I can''t sleep here..."


    In the midst of her half-disoriented state, Laila voiced her concealed concerns.


    "Why can''t you sleep here?"


    "Because of the smell..."


    Laia''s voice grew increasingly faint.


    "What smell?"


    "The foul stench, it will haunt me."


    If I sleep here, the noisome odor of fish clinging to her body will taint the sheets. From the moment she looked at Cain with relief, an overwhelming concern gripped her. She shouldn''t disturb his rest, yet her body refused to obey the call to rise.


    Cain''s face froze, evidently caught off guard by her unexpected words. He maintained his gaze upon her as he slowly bent his body.


    "Pardon me," he uttered.


    With those brief words, his face descended upon Laila''s visage. The warmth emanating from her cheeks intertwined with his cool shadow. At a distance of a mere breath, Cain''s face came to a halt. It was a closeness that teetered between the touch of his nostrils and lips.


    Reason, engulfed in a feverish heat, vanished without a trace. Fortunately, his actions were not borne of ill intentions.


    "I don¡¯t smell any scent at all."


    Still pressed against her face, he spoke.


    "Only a pleasant fragrance."


    "...."


    "Don''t worry, rest."


    His voice, deep and steady, receded, providing solace to her. Finally reassured, Laila closed her eyes.


    ***

 Chapter 12 - Token of Gratitude

    Laila succumbed to a severe illness, languishing in bed. Her fever tormented her, inducing nightmares and incoherent ramblings. Paradoxically, the knowledge of being in a safe haven seemed to unleash the suppressed anxiety and melancholy, exacerbating her affliction.


    For three consecutive days, Cain''s personal physician was summoned to the mansion. Handmaids under Cain''s command diligently attended to Laila, making frequent visits to inquire about her health.


    "Laila."


    Amidst most of her days spent in an altered state of mind, Laila distinctly heard the voice of a man calling her name. Occasionally, when she regained consciousness, Cain would gaze upon her with an expression of concern. At such moments, an inexplicable tinge of blue would ripple through her chest¡ªa palpitation not born out of rational infatuation, but rather an unfamiliar sense of worry and empathy.


    Laila, Laila, Laila. She had never realized how pleasing her own name could sound.


    Although Laila gradually recovered, her decision to rise from her bed was prompted by a different motive.


    "Why are you still lying down when you seem to be better?"


    "It''s just an act. Why would the master bother taking care of a woman like me?"


    "She''s beautiful. Shameless, nonetheless."


    Upon hearing the maids'' whispering, Laila felt not annoyance, but rather a sense of embarrassment.


    She could have mustered the strength to rise, even if it required a great effort. Yet, she chose not to. She was exhausted and plagued by illness, frightened by the lack of a place to go and devoid of funds. Despite knowing it was disgraceful, she yearned to indulge further in the comfort she had never experienced before.


    But it was not to be.


    One thing Laila had realized during her time in the Blast Street was that she must rely on her own strength to survive, without depending on others. She momentarily forgot that truth.


    Laila rose wearily, lifting herself up to open the closet door. Two impeccable sets of everyday clothes hung neatly inside. Her previously worn garments were said to have been incinerated that day. With no other choice, she picked one out and as she put it on, a knock echoed.


    "Yes."


    She replied softly, catching her breath, but the door opened as if it had heard from the outside. Cain entered and furrowed his brow at the sight of her standing there unsteadily. In his hand, he held a large bouquet of flowers.


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    "What is it?"


    "Now, I''m trying to get better. Thank you for your help."


    Struggling to stay upright, Laila clenched her teeth and lowered her head. She had been too scattered to express her gratitude until now.


    Cain chuckled, observing Laila''s pale, weary face.


    "You don''t seem to be any better at all."


    "I truly am better. And that''s why I wanted to talk to you."


    Laila spoke, keeping her unyielding mouth shut and looking at Cain. It was embarrassing, but she had no room to preserve her dignity. It was obvious what would happen if she left this house without a plan. Regardless of the outcome, she had to grasp at straws.


    Cain gazed steadily at Laila''s determined expression. With a sigh, he extended the bouquet he had been holding.


    "Let''s sit down and talk. I have something to say as well."


    ***


    "The fragrance is delightful. I express my gratitude," said Lila, burying her face in the bouquet of flowers. At first, she wondered why he was carrying a bouquet, but it turned out to be a floral tribute for the sick, so he presented it to her. The sweet scent eased her despondency, uplifting her spirits.


    Suddenly, she remembered the maidservants whispering. The person who discovered her unconscious and naked in the bathtub, and moved her to the room was named Cain.


    In an instant, her face flushed. She was grateful, but she couldn''t possibly express her gratitude for that incident.


    "I am relieved that you like it. So, what do you want to say?" asked Cain, sitting in a single chair and observing Lila seated on the couch. He had an air of politeness and kindness, yet there was an aura that made it difficult to approach him easily. Therefore, although her mouth was reluctant to speak, Lila summoned her courage.


    "By any chance, are you looking for a maid?"


    "A maid? Are you asking for a job?"


    "For the time being, I am willing to work without pay, as a token of gratitude for your assistance. Taking into account the enjoyable moments I missed because of me..."


    "Enjoyable moments?"


    "This part baffled Cain, as if he couldn''t grasp the meaning," Laila realized her mistake. She had crossed a line due to her inherent anxiety and lingering embarrassment, disregarding the boundaries. She shouldn''t have uttered those words about having a delightful time. She had assumed that the reason Cain had initially come to Blast Street was the same as other men.


    "Ha!"


    Now, as if he had finally deciphered her true intention, Cain chuckled incredulously. It was an expression of amusement rather than displeasure.


    "If you were asking whether I went to find a woman, you misjudged," he said.


    "..."


    "There was no need for that, nor did I want to."


    The man''s tone revealed a hint of disdain. It was a look of distaste not only for the women of Blast Street but also for anything associated with the area. Well, when you think about it, it is rather peculiar for a man who lacks nothing to come all the way here to buy a woman.


    "Then why?"


    "I went because I was looking for someone."


    "Someone to find?"


    "Yes, to find a wife."


    "..."


    "Or more precisely, someone who could become my wife."


    Cain smirked, finding Laila''s bewildered expression amusing.

 Chapter 13 - Proposal

    Laila''s mind became entangled in a labyrinthine maze of thoughts. She couldn''t discern whether he had fled to seek the person who would become his true wife or if he intended to find a potential wife from that place. Both possibilities eluded comprehension. Could it be logical for a man endowed with the finest qualities to search for a wife in the back alleys? Laila, bewildered, inquired once more.


    "And so, did you find her?"


    "Well, I..."


    Silence enveloped the air, thick with unspoken words.


    "For reasons I can''t divulge, let''s cease this conversation," he said, avoiding the topic.


    Cain''s countenance softened into an amiable smile, cautioning her with an insurmountable wall, a silent admonition.


    Laila clutched the bouquet tightly, concealing her deflated spirit. Even if it wasn''t his intention, she had no inclination to probe further into matters unrelated to herself. She had no room to concern herself with the affairs of others.


    "What would you say to a job better than being a maid?"


    "What would that be?"


    Curiosity sparked within Laila as she inquired about Cain''s words.


    "The position of my wife."


    "Pardon?"


    "I''m asking you to marry me, albeit purely on paper, in a legal sense."


    Contrary to the magnitude of his statement, Cain remained unflappable, exuding an unwavering composure.


    Laila perceived in that moment that he was engaging in a malicious jest, or perhaps harboring dark intentions, contemplating another means of abandoning her.


    As time passed without a change in his demeanor, Laila realized that his words were sincere. A sinking feeling settled somewhere deep within her being. Her mind grew foggy, and her heart began to race erratically.


    The idea of marrying Cain Vanderbilt was preposterous. She couldn''t fathom why he would suddenly utter such words, but she couldn''t even entertain the thought, neither in practical terms nor on an emotional level.


    "I''m sorry, but..."


    "It''s not a proposition that would cause you harm. Above all else, your safety will be guaranteed as long as you stay by my side."


    "...!"


    Cain''s final words tightened the knot of unease within Laila. As her wavering pupils froze, he revealed a smile, as if granting her recognition.


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    "For now, focus on resting and recovering, without any thoughts of work. We''ll discuss the answer when you''re in better health."


    With those words, Cain seemed to discern her inner conflict and left the room. Laila remained in a daze, gazing at the bouquet of flowers in her arms. It was only belatedly that she realized the true meaning behind this proposal.


    ***


    After receiving Cain''s peculiar proposal, Laila found herself lying back in her place once again. Strangely enough, she no longer felt embarrassed or sorry for herself. Though it was still too difficult to move as he had suggested, a strange sense of defiance arose from the insult she had suffered.


    Cain''s kind demeanor remained unchanged. He visited her twice a day, inquiring about her well-being and bringing flowers to hold her close.


    "It''s okay to refuse. However, I do not need a maid," he gently yet coldly cornered her.


    As her body grew accustomed to being confined, Laila pondered and mulled over his proposition each day. With an anxious heart, she paced around the room and gnawed at her fingernails. His proposal was utterly absurd, and although she knew she should naturally reject it, the inner conflict did not subside.


    The days grew colder, and winter would soon arrive. Laila had nowhere to go back to. Beyond the bleakness, a sense of unease gripped her entire being, as she didn''t know when Stahl would discover her. Whether it was because Cain had rescued her from Stear''s grasp or due to the things he possessed and his very presence, she felt safe here. This fact was astounding. Even though she didn''t know Cain Vanderbilt well, she had developed such a strong reliance on him.


    The words of a maid came to mind, claiming that while nations may rise and fall, dynasties endure eternally. If spoken by a successor of the mighty Vanderbilt clan, there was a high likelihood it would hold true. As long as the conditions were acceptable to her, there was no reason for Laila to reject Cain''s proposal.


    On the fateful night she made her decision, Laila sought out Cain in his study.


    She glanced up from the paper resting on the table.


    "So, if I simply sign here, you''re saying I become Laila Vanderbilt?"


    "That is correct," Cain nodded, seated across from her.


    The process of a loveless marriage seemed remarkably expedited. Could one so easily embrace such a transformative change?


    Laila Vanderbilt.


    She whispered her soon-to-be name to herself. She had long been disinterested in marriage, but recently, her attitude had taken a rather favorable turn due to her desire to change genders. She believed that as long as one was a good person, any gender would suffice. However, she never expected to be presented with such an extraordinary opportunity to bear such a prestigious surname.


    A peculiar emotion stirred in her chest, one beyond mere apprehension. It was the sensation that her destiny was about to be altered, and it had nothing to do with this man.


    "As long as you maintain the contract until my mother''s passing. The doctor says there isn''t much time left," Cain explained.


    "Oh..."


    "There will be no physical intimacy involved. All you need to do is uphold the secrecy until the contract expires and sign the divorce papers and one other document after my mother''s death."


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    Laila found solace in the declaration that there would be no physical involvement. It was only then that her mind stirred, considering the conditions he presented.


    "After the divorce, I will provide you with a secure place to live. I will give you enough money to live without worrying for the rest of your life."


    This offer was not overly demanding or objectionable. Instead, it seemed remarkably agreeable, almost dreamlike. It felt as if the layers of misery that had clung to her were being washed away, replaced by a resplendent stroke of fortune. However, amidst the stirring of her heart, doubts and anxieties followed suit.


    Her decision had already been made. However, there remained one inexplicable aspect.


    "May I ask one thing?"

 Chapter 14 - Wife by Contract

    "Of course."


    "Why so abruptly... Why me of all people?"


    It was understandable that her filial duty towards her mother would drive her to consider marriage. Yet, she couldn''t fathom the reason behind this approach. With someone like Cain, even if it weren''t her, he could easily marry a beautiful and cultured woman from an impressive family. So why would a simple fishmonger, devoid of possessions and education, make such a proposition to her?


    "If it''s because you want to introduce a daughter-in-law before your mother passes away, then you can marry someone officially."


    "There are circumstances that prevent that."


    "What circumstances?"


    "He needs a woman who doesn''t ask that question."


    After answering her question kindly, he silenced her with his final words. His expression conveyed no disappointment, as if he had no regrets despite being the one who made the suggestion. It seemed that there were many women who would be willing to grant such a favor, even if it weren''t her.


    "So I need someone who is content and desperate. A woman who can quietly step aside when the time comes."


    "...."


    As soon as Cain''s response fell, she clenched her fist tightly. She felt as if her blood was drying up, coursing through her body. Now, she felt like she understood why he had appeared in her troubled life. He needed someone he could easily exploit and discard, someone who didn''t belong to his world of women.


    Suddenly, Cain became unfamiliar, and his smile felt somewhat bitter. He hadn''t offered his kindness and consideration without a purpose. He had momentarily forgotten that there''s no such thing as a free lunch, despite knowing it better than anyone else. Perhaps due to the unfamiliar environment, she couldn''t easily recall the things she had known.


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    With a hollow laugh, Laila shrugged off her melancholy. Surprisingly, she found herself able to accept his proposition with a light heart.


    She stared at him calmly and asked.


    "Where is your hometown, did you say?"


    "It''s Everdeen. It''s located in the northeast of the capital."


    "Is it far from here?"


    "Yes, it is. It''s a place where no one can chase after you."


    Cain added a brief explanation, mentioning that it was an area where the roots of the Vanderbilt family lay. Laila nodded without further inquiry. After all, she didn''t know where that place was anyway.


    With a half-hearted feeling, as if it were both fortunate and reckless, she asked.


    "Do flowers bloom abundantly there?"


    "...."


    Cain wore a bewildered expression, as if he hadn''t expected such a question. Recognizing that she was serious, he chuckled and answered.


    "When spring arrives, the fields are filled with a profusion of violet-colored iris flowers. In every direction, the earth is adorned with nameless blossoms, their beauty overwhelming to the point of satiation."


    The man''s response pulled her toward him like a magnet. Even the unknown flowers blooming solely on the palm of his hand seemed exquisite, so one can only imagine the breathtaking sight of an entire field in full bloom. It was an answer that stirred excitement in her, someone who had never ventured beyond the bounds of the familiar.


    "However, when autumn and winter come, everything disappears. It becomes a place filled only with rain, fog, wind, and blizzards. Enduring that season might prove challenging."


    "How splendid," she murmured.


    Such vistas are seldom seen in the capital. The phenomenon that follows after the flowers have withered will undoubtedly possess its own charm. The conditions were more favorable than she had anticipated.


    Once again, Cain maintained a brief silence. The gaze he directed at her had acquired a different hue as time elapsed. Did he regard her as an eccentric woman? It mattered not. Even in an ordinary and insignificant life, one could indulge in the luxury of cherishing flowers.


    Laila gazed upon the paper and pen resting on the table. The typewritten script continued, with margins and more black letters stretching across the page.

 Chapter 15 - Acceptance

    "I shall accept the proposal. However, I am unable to sign."


    "If there are further conditions you desire, do speak."


    "That''s not it..."


    Laila''s face flushed in an instant. After taking a deep breath, she quietly opened her mouth.


    "I am illiterate."


    "....?"


    "I do not know how to read or write."


    In the place where she lived, the people had never received education. Those who could read were few and far between. Since her childhood, Laila had been helping her mother sell fish, leaving no room to learn how to read. While it may not be a sin, it was a great source of shame.


    "And your name?"


    "Yes, my name... I do not know how to write it."


    "...."


    Cain, who never lost his composure even in times of crisis, showed a visible flicker on his face for the first time. He silently stroked his chin with his hand.


    He probably never imagined a woman so pitiful. Laila thought he might ask her for her hand in marriage.


    "There is no other choice."


    Cain''s gaze became distant, unlike before.


    "It would be best to learn how to read and write before declaring the marriage."


    Laila nodded with a strange sense of relief. Initially bewildered, this was her first and final opportunity that had found its way to her. Even with an inevitable end, it didn''t matter. To paint a splendid stroke on a colorless canvas just once would create a beautiful picture.


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    Laila possessed a considerable intellect. Once she saw something, she easily retained it and deduced the pronunciation of unfamiliar spellings through her applied learning. She took pleasure in acquiring knowledge and made diligent efforts. It didn''t take long before she confidently inscribed her name, somewhat askew, and that''s when Cain extended the document containing the terms of their agreement.


    Laila Dunst. Laila Vanderbilt.


    Laila never forgot the thrill of officially using two names.


    "Let''s skip the wedding ceremony," he uttered, and those words didn''t displease her at all. Rather, they alleviated any concern and filled her with gratitude. Nevertheless, there were moments when a particular point scratched at her nerves.


    "What should we tell the employees?"


    The employees of the Vanderbilts'' mansion in Seoul were curious about the relationship between Laila and Cain. They seemed to suspect that their bond was more than ordinary, as they observed Cain''s unrestrained devotion to Laila. The idea of the two of them becoming a married couple was beyond their imagination; they believed it was merely a fleeting affair born out of Cain''s infatuation with Laila''s beauty.


    "Is it necessary to speak of it unless absolutely required?" Cain replied nonchalantly. While it appeared to be a mere opinion, Laila could sense that he desired it to be so. It was something that he might have to disclose to his mother and the people in his hometown, but was there really a deliberate need to announce it to others?


    He likely wished to avoid unnecessary complications since they would soon part ways. He was perhaps unaware of the embarrassment she felt about being formally introduced to the people in his world.


    Laila accepted his words. Although there was nothing for her to lose, she couldn''t help but feel uneasy about throwing herself into an uncertain future.


    On the day when their basic etiquette and common sense education came to an end, Laila packed her belongings. Cain, as the major shareholder, had also completed the process of transferring his business management rights. For the time being, he would focus on hotels and tourism at Everdeen.


    One late autumn day, the two of them boarded a carriage heading to Everdeen. Cain''s secretary and bodyguards, with their well-built physiques, followed behind in another carriage.


    Heavenly Hill, on the outskirts of Everdeen. That was their destination.


    Laila hoped that it would truly be a place as heavenly as its name suggests.


    ***

 Chapter 16 - Relief

    "It is said that it takes several long days to travel from the capital to Everdeen. No matter how meticulously crafted the luxurious carriage may be, it was a strenuous task to sit in it all day long. Despite Cain frequently stopping the carriage for Laila, who was unfamiliar with riding in a carriage, she struggled to adapt to the arduous journey. The most difficult part was the occasional stiffness and numbness in her legs due to the unfamiliar shoes, which caused her pain.


    "Ah!"


    Laila stifled the spreading pain in her calf and glanced at Cain. Despite the jolting carriage, he was effortlessly poring over documents. Throughout the journey, he spent more time on work than conversing with her. Lately, Cain had been returning home late without fail, and last night he had even dozed off briefly in the carriage, deprived of sleep.


    "Is your leg hurting?"


    Although it was an inconspicuous movement, Cain noticed and asked. He was perceptive, even when focused on his work.


    "A little."


    In truth, the pain had intensified, reaching near her knee, but Laila forced a casual expression. Given the nature of their business dealings, she didn''t want to cause trouble from the very beginning.


    "Stretch your leg here. I''ll massage it for you."


    He placed the documents aside and spoke with a nonchalant expression.


    "It''s alright."


    "If you endure, it will only get harder."


    "It will get better soon."


    Laila, her lips bitten in pain, spoke. She knew his words were empty, but she couldn''t simply dismiss them. She had never let anyone touch her body before. Even in poverty, she knew there were things that must be protected. The idea of a man caressing her legs was unimaginable.


    Cain, with a cold tongue, looked at Laila and said, "Shame or dignity, there comes a time when you must let go."


    "What does that mean?"


    "When you can''t even walk because of the pain, what good are those things? And..."


    As if reluctant to utter such words, he took a deep breath.


    "It seems like those things were already abandoned when you collapsed."


    "..."


    Laila quickly grasped the profound meaning behind Cain''s words. The day she bathed at his mansion for the first time, she fainted and lost consciousness. The person who carried her knew about it and couldn''t meet her gaze. They exchanged perfunctory expressions of gratitude, but out of fear, she didn''t inquire further. They must have seen and touched everything.


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    Fortunately, Cain remained tight-lipped, burying the matter in silence. It was as if the incident had vanished into thin air, and I fervently hoped it would remain that way. But in this moment, words escaped Cain''s mouth, catching me off guard.


    In an instant, her face flushed crimson, extending all the way down her neck.


    "Will you continue to endure?" Cain asked, a sly smile playing on his lips. Laila averted her gaze and pressed her lips firmly together. His words possessed an irresistible force that dismantled the barriers of her stubborn heart. She wasn''t about to let go of her guard just because something like this had happened before, but persisting now would be foolish.


    Laila slowly raised her knees, and sensing her permission, Cain chuckled and grasped her ankle.


    "Oh!"


    Without a moment''s surprise, Laila''s leg found its place atop his. The hemline rode up, revealing her slender, stocking-clad ankle. Overwhelmed by belated embarrassment, she tried to pull her leg back, but Cain''s grip held it firmly. Before engaging with her leg, he removed her shoe.


    "Just a moment, please."


    "I''ve been wearing this all day. It would be strange if my foot didn''t hurt."


    "It''s fine, please put it back on."


    "While you''re massaging my leg, what''s the point of fiddling with my foot?"


    "...."


    Taken aback by his audacious actions, Laila attempted to resist, but she found herself unable to summon the will. His words rang true, and as she slipped off her shoes, she realized the unprecedented comfort it brought. It was like spilled water, whether she spilled half or all of it made little difference.


    "At first, it might sting a little, but endure it a bit. It''ll get better soon."


    Cain cautiously clasped her calf with his hand.


    Laila bit her lip, suppressing the moans that threatened to escape. The pain emanating from the pressured area was formidable enough to overpower her endurance. After suffering for several days, the weakened muscles of her calf yielded to his grasp, and pain transformed into a refreshing pleasure.


    The moments of conflict seemed insignificant compared to the sensation of relief spreading through Laila''s leg. Simultaneously, a discomfort arose. Even though it was just the edge of her stocking, the caressing touch felt vivid and real.


    Laila tried to deflect this unwelcome sensation with words.


    "You have very skillful hands."


    "I''m sorry. I''m not used to carriages."


    "It''s alright. I''m not either."


    "Pardon?"


    "I too am unfamiliar with carriages. The cramped and enclosed space makes it truly arduous to endure," spoke Cain nonchalantly, still fixating his gaze upon her legs. Tempted to inquire whether it was truly the case or what exactly made it so difficult to bear, he sensed a discomforting current and sealed his lips.


    The more Laila got to know him, the more perplexed she became. Despite displaying kindness like now, there were moments when he would turn cold, and even his polite words had the power to perturb her.


    She couldn''t fathom it. Perhaps it was best to tailor her words to suit her. Judging by Cain''s ease and familiarity, evident from casually glancing at documents in the carriage, he seemed at ease.


    "It seems to have eased now," Cain said after a while, caressing his supple calf. Just when she thought it was over, his hand descended and firmly grasped her foot. Pressing the sole with four fingers and exerting pressure with the tip of his thumb, he began to firmly knead her arch.

 Chapter 17 - Adorable Feet

    "Oops!"


    Startled by a tingling pain, Laila flinched and grabbed onto Cain. He remained indifferent, his focus still on his fingertips. With each touch, his fingertips gradually pressed deeper into her foot, from the sole to the middle and all the way to the end. Somewhere it hurt, and somewhere it felt refreshing. The thorny seat that had been her mind throughout was now as relaxed as her relieved leg.


    Laila gazed at Cain, her eyes vacant. A few strands of hair, swept up, cascaded down her forehead, perhaps due to him removing his hat. Beneath that, the calm, lowered gaze, firmly closed lips, and strong jawline were captivating. He seemed like the kind of man who wouldn''t bother with small tasks. It felt like a dream to have him massaging her feet, a woman who used to sell fish.


    Perhaps it truly was a dream, one that would vanish upon waking.


    Laila was lost in such thoughts when she heard a question from Cain.


    "Are you feeling better now?"


    His question snapped Laila back to reality.


    "Yes, I''m fine now. Thank you."


    Laila expressed her gratitude to him, her embarrassment apparent. The sensation of numbness in her legs had nearly disappeared. Her toes, liberated from the pressure, could now move comfortably. It was a moment to lower her leg, carrying a grateful heart.


    "Aren''t feet adorable?" he remarked.


    Cain, who absentmindedly caressed Laila''s feet, murmured nonchalantly. He tilted his head slightly, casting a glance at her feet and smirked. The innocent curve of his eyes conveyed the sincerity of his words. Laila quickly withdrew her feet and murmured softly.


    "What a sweet thing to say. But not so much for my feet.."


    Hidden beneath the socks, her feet were not a sight to behold. Being taller than most women, her feet were proportionally larger, and constant grounding had caused swelling on the soles while calluses marred her toes. Despite their unappealing appearance, it was awkward to receive compliments based solely on superficiality.


    Just as she was about to put on her shoes again, Cain spoke.


    "It''s fine, you can leave them off in the carriage. Your feet need some rest too."


    Cain picked up the documents again and continued.


    "And they are quite adorable, indeed."


    "..."


    "As long as they are pleasing to your husband''s eyes."


    He smirked and diverted his gaze back to the papers. An invisible line seemed to have been drawn between them. Now, with a sense of having their own space, Cain silently focused on his work.


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    Unbeknownst to herself, Laila found herself looking at her exposed feet on the shoe. As she exerted pressure, her toes involuntarily curled. After hearing his words, it seemed somewhat endearing to her.


    Startled by her own thoughts, Laila quickly turned her head towards the window. The pain from her feet seemed to resonate with her heart, thumping heavily.


    ***


    After running for about an hour, the carriage came to a halt.


    The first attendant stepped down and opened the carriage door from outside. Cain, wearing a hat, descended first and extended his hand towards Laila.


    With a small handbag clasped around her wrist, she bent her body and took hold of Cain''s hand. Relying on his supporting strength, she stepped on the footrest and gracefully descended to the ground.


    "Wow."


    Laila exclaimed in awe as she turned her head to take in the sight before her. They had arrived at an ancient ruin, where walls and pillars stood desolately. Some places still had remnants of roofs, but even there, traces of fire were evident. Nonetheless, judging by the distance and height between the buildings, they must have been quite large and magnificent in the past. People seemed to be touring around here and there, as if it were a famous place. Some appeared to be affluent travelers, while others sat alone, observing or setting up easels to paint.


    "Just give me a moment to talk to Chase, and then you can explore."


    "Of course."


    Chase was Cain''s secretary who followed behind. Since he had been told that Cain was on his honeymoon, he tactfully refrained from intruding between them.


    As Laila nodded her head, he briefly smiled and turned to walk away.


    Laila watched his retreating figure for a moment without averting her gaze.


    He stood tall, his head a notch above the rest, exuding an elegant stride and impeccable posture. His balanced physique seamlessly harmonized with the silk hat and tailored suit, capturing the attention of onlookers with every stolen glance.


    As Cain engaged in conversation with Chase, he sensed Laila''s gaze and turned his head. In that instant of eye contact, the corners of his mouth subtly curled upwards. Startled, she flinched and averted her gaze. She felt a mix of embarrassment, sensing that she had been caught in the act, and unease at the lingering smile on Cain''s face.


    There was an inexplicable sense of derision in the air.


    Surely, not.


    Gathering her composure, Laila began to walk. Just when she had distanced herself from the carriage, a sudden collision jolted her body, colliding with someone on her right.


    "Oops."


    Under the considerable impact, Laila let out a whimper and stumbled, barely managing to regain her balance as she lifted her head.


    "What''s the matter?"


    The irritable voice of a man lashed out at Laila. Regaining her senses and looking ahead, she encountered a red-haired young man, wearing a heavily creased expression. Clad in faded trousers, a shirt, and an ill-fitting coat thrown over his arm, he exuded an imposing presence that inadvertently caused Laila to shrink inwardly.


    "I apologize."


    The mistake seemed to be on her part, but not wanting to cause a scene, she offered her apology first.


    "Perhaps you should be more cautious in your actions," the man retorted curtly. It seemed like it would end there, but upon seeing Laila''s face, the man changed his demeanor. He glanced around hesitantly, then smirked and approached her.


    "Did you come alone?" Laila faltered in her response, taking a step back. It was partly out of fear, but also because the word "husband" didn''t come easily to her lips. It felt strange to utter it, and a peculiar sense of guilt accompanied her attempt to speak. Ever since the question of whether she had something to reveal about their marriage, she had been reluctant to expose their relationship.

 Chapter 18 - Never alone

    "Oh, really?" Where is your husband then?" The man exaggeratedly turned his head, pretending to scan the surroundings. He didn''t seem to believe Laila''s words. Growing anxious, she trembled and retreated once again. There had been men who made unwelcome advances before, but she had never been this frightened. The impact of Stahl''s grasp had weakened her spirit.


    "He''s over there," Laila replied, turning around to gaze at the spot where Cain had been.


    "¡­!"


    Her lips involuntarily parted in astonishment. She was certain that he had been there with the secretaries and security personnel, but she couldn''t see him anywhere.


    "Where exactly?"


    The man chuckled softly and asked again, blatantly scanning Laila up and down. Stear¡¯s sinister face overlapped with the man''s. Fear swiftly forged her determination to resist.


    "Step aside before I scream. Don''t cowardly intimidate a defenseless woman."


    "What''s the matter?" The man raised his clenched fist, contorting his face.


    "What do you think you''re doing with my wife?" Cain, who had returned from work, wrapped his arms around Laila''s shoulders and glared at the man. She was so relieved to see him that tears welled up, and she clung to him tightly. She never expected her husband''s voice, which had felt unfamiliar and awkward, to become so comforting.


    "What''s this? You actually have a husband?" The man exhaled a frustrated breath, as if admitting defeat.


    "Pay attention, you fool," Cain said.


    Deciding that there was no need to waste any more time, the man spat and turned away. Laila''s demeanor changed when she saw Cain, who was bigger and more imposing than herself, and she no longer acted tough when they were alone.


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    "Just a moment," Cain called out to the man in a cold voice. Laila, who had thought everything was fine, became uneasy.


    As the man turned around with a furrowed brow, Cain reached out his hand towards him.


    "You have to give it back. The money you took from my wife''s purse."


    "Is this guy crazy? What money?"


    The man, who had been getting angry, lowered his gaze and flinched when his eyes met Cain''s. He swiftly rolled his eyes, seemingly contemplating whether to fight or speak. Pressured by Cain''s dominance and perceiving that he was not an ordinary rich man, he appeared conflicted. His decision came after he noticed Chase and the bodyguard watching this side from a distance.


    "Ah, unfortunate luck," he muttered under his breath.


    As if anticipating the outcome, he took out his wallet from his pocket and threw it to the ground. The coat hanging from his arm served to hide the stolen money. Perhaps feeling embarrassed, he spat on the ground once more and quickly distanced himself.


    "Are you alright?"


    "Yes," replied Laila as she picked up the wallet, brushing off the dirt. It was the money that Cain had taken care to provide, telling her to spend it as she pleased. The amount was substantial, and she had been hesitant to use it, almost considering discarding it altogether.


    An involuntary laughter escaped her lips. Growing up on Blast Street, she had seen countless pickpockets, yet now she found herself foolishly falling victim. When she caught sight of Cain, she was taken aback and unknowingly started to believe in a world beyond the Blast Street.


    "I should not be alone from now on," Cain said with a smile, bending his arm to create a space. She understood that it meant he wanted her to link arms with him.


    "I apologize. I will be more careful," Laila said cautiously, placing her arm in his. Since the situation had already ended, she decided not to ask where he had gone earlier. It wasn''t the time to dwell on such questions.


    Cain pressed her arm, which was intertwined with his, using his other hand. Various emotions emerged from the unfamiliar act of linking arms with someone. The sensation of being connected with another person for the first time was peculiar, and the uneasiness that had awakened when they encountered the pickpocket earlier subsided.

 Chapter 19 - Tranquility

    Cain Vanderbilt. In his presence, one found reassurance and a sense of tranquility.


    "Worry not. Such scoundrels can be found everywhere."


    He walked alongside Laila, offering her solace.


    Walking with Cain made her feel like a lady of means herself. Despite the fact that fine garments and expensive jewelry alone could not salvage one''s self-esteem, Cain''s mere presence made those by his side feel confident. That''s how remarkable his existence was.


    Repeatedly, it seemed to bring forth new experiences for her. Things she had never enjoyed or even dreamed of. Though the encounters stemmed from contractual arrangements devoid of emotions, her heart couldn''t help but race.


    "There''s something peculiar about this place."


    "What is it?"


    "To think that once radiant things can crumble like this."


    "Nothing is eternal before time. Neither possessions nor emotions."


    Cain calmly received her words.


    "What is that over there?"


    Laila pointed to a carriage lodged against one side of a walled structure with a roof. It didn''t appear to be excessively old, considering its use before the castle''s collapse.


    "That is a carriage used to transport weaponry. Twenty years ago, during the uprising that confronted the monarchy, the revolutionary forces also concealed weapons in nearby cities, apart from the capital."


    "Ah..."


    "The weapons that were loaded onto the carriage have been transferred back to the baggage cart," she said, her voice carrying a hint of darkness, her knowledge of the Piaad Revolution apparent. Born on the day of the fateful event, the executioner''s words became her namesake. It appears that the weapons hidden here were meant to overthrow the imperial family and its supporters.


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    Now, the monarchy has crumbled, the nobility has vanished, and the council and congress have taken their place.


    The traces of the waning year stretched over the walls. The late autumn sunset exuded a pallid and melancholic aura, distinct from other seasons.


    Perhaps it was due to this, or maybe the remnants of her connected past had stirred her heart. Laila, gazing quietly at the city walls, finally spoke.


    "Our parents are not our true parents."


    It was a revelation. Laila had confided in someone other than Amber, the florist.


    Cain appeared taken aback, but he stood still and listened intently.


    "On the day of the revolution, I was found near a place where fish scraps were discarded. My mother discovered me there and brought me home," she revealed.


    Delma surmised that based on Laila''s appearance, she must have been born a few days before the revolution took place. Consequently, during those days, Delma commemorated her own birthday, which no one bothered to celebrate, with a heart heavy with sorrow.


    "Both parents were resentful," Laila uttered, her countenance adorned with a somber smile. The period of her transition from girlhood to womanhood proved to be the most arduous. Delma had failed to properly educate her on the physiological changes experienced by adolescent girls, and men like Marshall, along with their lascivious gazes and taunting remarks, added to her tribulations. It was an emotionally sensitive time for her.


    She resented both sets of parents for abandoning her in her time of great hardship. She often pondered how it would have been better if she had never been discovered and had perished instead, or if she had been found by someone slightly better than Delma. Such thoughts occupied her mind endlessly.


    "But now, my heart has changed."


    "......"


    "Regardless, I''m grateful that I''m still alive. Being alive has led me to witness such magnificent places. When I reflect upon it, I find solace in the fact that I didn''t fall into the clutches of even more nefarious individuals. And I thank you for granting me this opportunity."


    Though it was a roundabout way of expressing herself, she desired to speak these words. Whatever kind of person he may be or whatever emotions he harbored, it was his heart that mattered now.


    Cain silently gazed at her. Beyond his colorless gaze, a faint trace of emotion remained hidden from her awareness.


    "Our mother is not our real mother. She married our father when I was seven years old."


    "Ah...."

 Chapter 20 - Grateful

    "I share your sentiments as well. Despite our mother''s illness, I am grateful that she is still alive. And meeting you, too, has been fortunate for me."


    Cain''s lips, adorned with grace, curved slowly upward. As he listened to her words and revealed his sincerity, her heart swayed. Somehow, it felt as though their married life would be carried out smoothly and end successfully.


    The sunlight was waning, and a stronger wind than during the day rustled Laila''s garments.


    It was during this moment, as the two shared their first genuine emotions and exchanged smiles.


    "There...," the voice of an aged man interjected between them. Laila and Cain turned their bodies.


    A man with graying hair stood awkwardly, his lips forming a hesitant smile. His loosely worn attire had threads unraveled and colors faded, showing signs of a worn-out shirt. He wore a canvas on his side and held a box in his hand, its surface adorned with patches of paint, revealing it to be an artist''s easel.


    "Pardon me?"


    "I am Felix Manten, a painter," the artist answered Cain''s inquiry.


    "However?"


    "Your beauty is so captivating, would you grant me the honor of painting you?" the artist spoke, his eyes filled with astonishment as he gazed upon Laila.


    Unexpectedly, Laila''s face flushed crimson. She had heard that some artists desired to paint without being confined by monetary constraints. Such women must possess considerable allure, they said. Now that she received such a proposal, she felt surprised, pleased, and embarrassed all at once.


    "Even at a glance, I am recognized as a well-regarded painter in the realm of portraiture."


    Both Cain and Laila seemed to sense that there was no answer, so the artist interjected with a refusal.


    "Apologies, but I''m afraid I cannot accommodate you as I am currently on my honeymoon. However, should the opportunity arise, I shall reach out to you."


    Cain politely smiled and declined the artist''s proposition.


    "Ah, I see you''re on your honeymoon. I apologize for intruding. Nevertheless, if you ever summon me, I shall paint both of you magnificently. Have a delightful journey."


    Accepting the mention of their honeymoon, the artist acquiesced and withdrew. Yet, he couldn''t conceal his disappointment as he alternated his gaze between Laila and Cain''s faces.


    Felix Manten stood still, having walked for a while. Lost in thought, he slowly turned his body. He had just spoken with the handsome man and the beautiful woman, who were now engrossed in a conversation, their laughter filling the air. His gaze shifted to the woman¡ªa petite face with striking blue eyes, golden hair swaying in the gentle breeze.


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    "They look so alike, don''t they?" Felix Manten murmured, tilting his head in contemplation.


    "The eyes that behold are all alike," mused Cain, observing the retreating figure of the painter.


    "And what do you mean by that?" inquired Laila.


    "It means you stand out in people''s eyes."


    "But there must be many women around here who catch people''s attention."


    Laila, failing to grasp his words, questioned further. Cain had never praised her appearance or gazed at her with the same admiration as others did. Therefore, she assumed that she did not appear as beautiful in Cain''s eyes. She dismissed the compliments she had heard at the Blast Street u as nothing more than hollow echoes from a shallow well.


    "Of course, there are plenty. However, among those I''ve seen..."


    Cain paused and gazed intently at Laila. The crimson hues of twilight cast a soft glow upon their faces. A gentle breeze swept by, causing Laila''s hair to flutter beneath her hat.


    He reached out and delicately brushed Laila''s shimmering golden locks with his hand.


    "You are the most beautiful."


    "..."


    As Cain''s words fell, her heart sank. It was a sentiment entirely different from the emotions she had known until now. Without comprehending its true nature, Laila swallowed hard and turned away. The wind rushed into her chest, stirring her soul.


    ***


    Cain and Laila''s lodging, where they found themselves, was a five-story stone building situated by the riverside. It wasn''t excessively large, yet it exuded cleanliness and a nostalgic charm, making it the most expensive place in the vicinity.


    Within Laila''s room, there were two grand windows, and standing on the small balcony, one could behold the flowing river up close. The sight of graceful white swans gliding along was a sight to behold.


    As the evening approached, lights began to illuminate the building and the streets. Laila stepped out onto the balcony to gaze upon the nocturnal scenery.


    Knock, knock. A low and composed knocking sound resonated.


    "Yes?"


    Laila responded, her hand pressing against her thumping heart. As expected, the door opened, and Cain stepped inside. He had only loosened his tie, still attired in his casual outfit.


    "Do you enjoy theater?"


    "Theater?" Laila asked, her eyes widening in surprise. She knew what theater was, but she had never witnessed it herself. Occasionally, she would hear the Blast Sajangga ladies, who followed their patrons to theaters, excitedly boasting about the experience. They claimed that watching actors donning old-fashioned attire and enacting tales from the past was immensely captivating.


    She quashed her desire to see her as soon as she heard the mention of money. With no means to buy food, what did theater matter?


    "There''s a renowned theater troupe here. Would you like to go?" he asked.


    "Now, this very night?" she inquired.


    She longed to go desperately, but fear struck her like lightning. She dreaded venturing out at night. It was inevitable when living in the Blast Streett. Even if it were a sturdy man walking by, it was evident that something untoward might happen if a woman were to go out alone in such perilous streets.


    "It''s safe here. There''s a night market to explore, a refreshing breeze to enjoy. It would be perfect to take a stroll after watching the play," he assured her.


    "¡­Yes, that sounds good."


    Laila set aside her brief hesitation and accepted his proposal. With Cain by her side, she felt invulnerable. There were also security guards accompanying him, ensuring their safety. Above all, she yearned to experience everything he had spoken of.

 Chapter 21 - The Theater

    Throughout the play, Laila kept her gaze fixed upon the stage, never once opening her mouth or glancing at Cain. So engrossed was she in the actors'' performances that Cain grew concerned, scrutinizing her on multiple occasions.


    The play revolved around the tragic tale of a man and a woman, who, despite being beloved enemies, fell in love and met their demise amidst misunderstandings and resentment, ultimately choosing death together.


    Laila wept profusely, as if she had become a character from a real-life story. Cain handed her a handkerchief to wipe away her tears and clear her runny nose.


    "Why did you cry so deeply?" Cain inquired, observing Laila''s swollen eyes after they exited the theater. Although he had marveled at the play himself, he did not experience the same profound emotion and anguish as Laila did. Thus, he felt a curious mix of disbelief and admiration for her overwhelming immersion.


    "It''s just so sad, isn''t it? To love someone and not be able to be with them," Laila responded with a nasal tone. Even in hindsight, tears threatened to pour out. The tragic love of the couple, destroyed by misunderstandings, felt immensely heartbreaking. The actors had performed well, but the story itself was expertly crafted.


    "It can''t be helped. That''s their fate," Cain coolly assessed, reminiscent of his initial impression. Whether his diminished enthusiasm stemmed from having seen many plays or from his naturally critical nature remained uncertain. He harbored no resentment toward Laila''s differing interpretation, understanding that people have varying thoughts and opinions.


    "In the future, I shouldn''t let you see me like this. Witnessing me in tears has brought about such realization," she mused.


    "No, please let me see," he pleaded.


    In response to Cain''s words, Laila swiftly replied, her surprise evident. However, upon catching a glimpse of his mischievous smirk, she discerned his playful intent. Suddenly, her cheeks flushed with warmth. Not only had she inadvertently exposed her true emotions like a fool, but she had audaciously requested to be seen in such a vulnerable state. Blinded by the allure of the captivating performance and determined not to miss out on this enjoyable time, she had acted without restraint.


    Enamored by her endearing disposition, Cain couldn''t help but break into a continual smile.


    The two of them resumed walking along the path, gradually making their way out of the narrow alleyway until the flowing river came into view. Along the riverside, various stalls illuminated the surroundings, with merchants energetically engaging in the art of persuasion, selling a plethora of art pieces, antiques, and miscellaneous household items. The food stalls, of course, thrived with bustling activity.


    Contrary to Cain''s earlier assessment, this place did not exude a sense of danger. It was an entirely different world when compared to Blast. Though there were some intoxicated individuals present, they neither possessed the same low quality nor displayed the same roughness as the inebriated denizens of Blastga. Instead, everyone seemed to be joyfully savoring the moment, their laughter filling the air.


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    "There are so many fascinating things in this world," Laila remarked.


    She realized just how confined her existence had been, trapped within the narrow confines of her own well. It wasn''t solely a representation of economic impoverishment. Blast had an invisible barrier that obstructed the knowledge of how the world truly operated, the existence of countless stories and experiences. It was an unjust and sorrowful state of affairs.


    "That is true. However, there are also many who live devoid of the ability to appreciate such joy," Cain responded, his voice tinged with melancholy.


    "Indeed?" Laila halted her steps, unable to comprehend Cain''s words. He wore a peculiar smile, but offered no response. His colorless gaze seemed to suggest that he considered himself one of the subjects he had mentioned.


    Laila blinked and stared at him, causing Cain to turn his body and continue walking. Naturally, she followed suit, matching her stride to his. This time, they walked side by side in silence for quite a distance. The gust of wind brushed past them, accompanied by a beautiful violin melody that reached their ears. Laila realized for the first time how music could sway a person''s emotions. As everything felt new to her, her sense of awe remained undiminished.


    It was regrettable that the sound of music grew distant. The wind carried a chill. Though she wore a thick shawl, it was insufficient to ward off the cold. Nonetheless, her steps slowed because she wanted to hear more of the performance. At that moment, Cain halted his steps and looked at her.


    "What''s the matter?"


    Laila looked up at him, unable to understand his English. Tutting softly, Cain took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders.


    "You shouldn''t catch a cold."


    "Thank you."


    Laila regarded him with a peculiar feeling, touched by his consideration. He seemed aloof, yet he always knew everything that concerned her. That fact stirred excitement in her heart.


    Suddenly, the sight of Cain''s exposed neck bothered her. Laila swiftly reached inside her coat and pulled out a shawl. Standing on tiptoes, she gracefully draped the elongated shawl around his neck. She didn''t know where her courage came from, nor did she entertain the thought of asking if he might dislike it.


    "Why?" asked Cain, narrowing his eyes with suspicion.


    "Your neck seemed chilly. I don''t want to be the only one feeling warm."


    Perplexed, Laila turned her body away this time before even taking a step. Before she could fully withdraw, her hand was caught by his.


    Why? This time, without words, she inquired about his intentions.


    "Just stay here for a moment. Listen to the music."


    ...


    It was as if he was someone who had already found a place in her heart. Nodding her head in agreement, Laila finally felt him release his grip.


    After listening to one more song, the two resumed their journey.


    Laila''s gaze fell upon an elderly flower vendor sitting by the roadside. She was wrapped in a worn-out shawl, covering even her head to shield herself from the chilly wind. Extending the flowers she held towards passersby as if pleading for a purchase, she offered a type of chrysanthemum called Golden Marguerite.


    Though not particularly fresh, the flowers were enough to capture Laila''s interest. She longed to buy them but simply didn''t have the money. Even if she did, she would hesitate to spend it carelessly in front of him, considering the money he had given her.


    Suppressing her disappointment and preparing to move on, Cain halted his steps.


    "Just give her everything," he said to Laila, pointing at the flowers in the bucket.


    "Thank you, sir," the servant said with gratitude.


    Suddenly, a distressed maid bowed and began gathering flowers, tightly binding them together. There were no more than a dozen blossoms.

 Chapter 22 - Vulnerable

    After a moment, Cain, perplexed, extended the bouquet to Lila, her face filled with bewilderment, as he calculated the price.


    "It seemed like something you would want."


    "It''s fine... Thank you."


    Lila responded, taken aback, as she received the flowers. She felt grateful and pleased, yet the unexpected gesture weighed on her, creating a sense of unease. He was such a peculiar person. Although he seemed indifferent, he was always aware of everything that concerned her. That fact stirred her heart.


    "Don''t worry about it. I give it because I want to."


    "Yes."


    "You can think of it as a gift from a husband."


    "But you''re not really my husband."


    Laila unintentionally looked up at him and spoke.


    "Even if it''s only on paper, we are still a married couple..."


    He murmured softly, pushing up the corner of his lips.


    "A couple is a couple."


    "..."


    She knew it wasn''t meant to carry any deeper meaning, yet her heart raced. It was her first time seeing a play, walking the streets without anxiety, hearing a beautiful melody, and receiving flowers from a man.


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    It is a time when emotions intensify amidst the atmosphere, people, and scenery.


    Curiously, she quickly buried her nose in the midst of flowers as her mood began to feel peculiar. The intense fragrance of chrysanthemums pleasantly wafted up.


    Not only the gift of flowers, but today his smiles, too, refused to be brushed aside. His contrasting warm smile, juxtaposed against his cold demeanor, captivated her gaze. As his sharp features softened into a pleasing curve, she found herself involuntarily responding with a smile.


    Could this be permissible?


    Am I allowed to indulge in such a romance?


    Among the men Laila had encountered, the strongest one naturally flowed into the vulnerability she felt. It was as if she was becoming addicted to the sense of security offered by Cain Vanderbilt.


    ***


    Cain no longer toiled within the carriage.


    "I wanted to enjoy our honeymoon," he expressed with a gleam in his eyes.


    He engaged in conversation with Laila, predominantly listening to her words rather than being the one to speak. Though she was not usually loquacious, her verbosity seemed to flourish in his presence. There were reasons for this newfound volubility, not only to evade awkwardness but also because such experiences were foreign to her, inadvertently igniting her enthusiasm. She had never experienced someone attentively listening to her, showing interest in her words.


    As Cain grew acquainted with Laila, he lavished her with meticulous attention. Whenever scenic spots, historical sites, museums, or art galleries emerged on their journey, he led her through them without bypassing a single one. Whenever someone approached to introduce themselves, Cain, positioning Laila by his side, would declare:


    "This is my wife."


    Unfamiliar words gradually became familiar, and she occasionally felt as if she had truly become Mrs. Cain Vanderbilt. Yet, upon regaining her senses, she would chuckle wryly, chastising herself.


    Laila found herself wholeheartedly immersed in the world he unveiled before her. The humiliation and unease she had experienced during the courtship process gradually faded away. She felt grateful for his proposal of marriage and savored every moment. The future could be contemplated later. After all, it wouldn''t be the worst of circumstances, akin to escaping the blasting site only to be caught by a constable.

 Chapter 23 - Deep Appreciation

    On the fourth day, in the afternoon, the carriage finally arrived in the picturesque small city of Everdeen. Although it was the capital, it was not as commercially developed as the cities in the southern part of the country. The weather played a significant role in this, for while there were four seasons, spring and summer were rather fleeting. The temperatures were lower than in the central and southern regions, imposing limits on crop cultivation. Autumn brought frequent rain, while winter was long, accompanied by fierce northern winds and blizzards. The area, unloved by the sun, lagged behind in its progress.


    The carriages carrying the two individuals and Cain''s secretary veered off in different directions. Chase, Cain''s secretary, headed towards the Vanderbilt estate, where they were expanding a hotel. It was also a place where Cain supervised and sought to foster development.


    As Laila and Cain''s carriage ventured out of the urban center, they began their journey towards the outskirts of Heavenly Hill.


    "Oh," she exclaimed.


    Gazing at the scenery beyond the carriage, she was captivated and continuously enraptured. This place was vastly different from the areas they had passed through. Gentle hills unfolded before them, with shallow slopes leading to yet more hills, collectively forming a desolate landscape. Well-paved roads were flanked by granite, creating boundaries between the path and the fields.


    Scattered here and there were peculiar trees, while brown tendrils resembling coral filled the desolation. The sky and the horizon were tinged with different shades of gray, enveloping the entire scene in a hazy atmosphere.


    Each person would have their own evaluation, but when Laila beheld the vast expanse, it stirred a feeling of profound appreciation within her.


    "At present, it may lack charm, but when spring arrives, the hills will be adorned with blooming heath flowers. It will be a sight to behold, almost to the point of overwhelming," she remarked.


    Cain''s words, meant to console her, were in fact an expression of his weary state of mind. A sea of flowers, adorned in hues of violet, lavender, pink, and blush. Travelers would proclaim its beauty, but that was a tale told during journeys. To behold such a spectacle for years on end seemed capable of inducing a madness.


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    "It''s still magnificent now. Of course, it must have been even more so back then."


    "Well, I suppose."


    Cain let out a bitter laugh and turned his head.


    "The people living here must be fortunate to dwell in such a picturesque place."


    "Not all of them feel that way. I know people who couldn''t stand it and left. They found the scarcity of sunlight melancholic, the incessant rain tedious, and the sound of fog and wind eerie like ghosts."


    Laila looked at Cain with a skeptical gaze. In his eyes, she glimpsed a hint of doubt. It appeared he was convinced that no matter how much she praised this place for its beauty and magnificence, there would come a time when she too would grow tired and yearn to depart.


    "But who?"


    "My former fianc¨¦e."


    "...!"


    Laila was taken aback by his unexpected response. She had never imagined that he had a fianc¨¦e. A man like Cain would surely have not only a fianc¨¦e but countless lovers as well.


    At first, I had no interest in his private life, and later, as we were already a married couple, I didn''t give it much thought. It was a faint sensation that scratched my mind, even though it was a past affair and she had no reason to concern herself with it. The protagonist, Cain, seemed utterly indifferent.


    "In regard to him..."


    "We broke off our engagement a long time ago. She''s already married."


    "Ah..."


    In Cain''s composed voice, Laila felt a peculiar sense of relief. She didn''t believe it was a feeling akin to jealousy. It was simply because she thought it would be uncomfortable for her husband to have another woman outside their marriage, even if it was only in a formal sense.


    "It''s mentioned in the contract, and during our marriage, we won''t pursue relationships with other individuals."


    "Yes, I understand."


    Laila felt gratitude for his preemptive explanation. In truth, she hadn''t fully comprehended the document as her reading skills were still a work in progress. As soon as Cain discovered that she could write her name, he brought forth the papers and patiently explained every line, guiding her through them. Even though she only managed to read bits and pieces, there was no error in what he had conveyed.

 Chapter 24 - Gray Mansion

    The conditions of the contract weren''t overly demanding, but one of them was to remain faithful. Naturally, Laila accepted it without hesitation, for that was something she disliked herself.


    She was momentarily taken aback, but the conclusion was clear: Cain had no fianc¨¦e, no other person in his life, and he would continue to uphold this during their marriage.


    As Laila''s mind eased, she turned her gaze toward the window.


    "You''ll come to know, given time."


    "What do you want?" she inquired, turning her head back.


    "Here, people are quite stubborn," she said, her voice laced with a hint of evaluation towards the inhabitants of this place. In that moment, a glimpse of the boy who used to run around Heaven''s Hill appeared in Cain''s eyes. Since he had met him, he had never seen such an innocent and honest expression.


    Laila let out a soft, amused laugh, and Cain quickly changed his expression, deciphering the reason behind her laughter. Laila shrugged her shoulders, mimicking him.


    "I like it here. If my feelings remain unchanged in the future..."


    With a gentle smile playing on her lips, she spoke.


    "After the divorce, would it be possible for me to live in this area?"


    Silence fell, and Cain''s face stiffened, as if he had never imagined such words would be uttered. After gazing at her for a while, he responded with a strange smile.


    "If your feelings don''t change, then yes."


    Cain graciously accepted her request.


    Laila turned her gaze towards the window, looking outside. The damp, cold wind rushed in, tugging at her hair. A new life would begin in this place. Even if it was veiled in falsehood, Laila decided to look forward to life in this place.


    The carriage arrived at the gray mansion located in the depths of Heavenly Hill. With the assistance of Cain, Laila alighted from the carriage and composed herself with poise.


    As if they had heard the sound of the carriage, the household staff emerged from within and awaited their arrival. Laila, having alighted from the carriage with Cain''s aid, beheld four employees standing before her. There stood an elderly man and two middle-aged women, clad modestly, along with a young maid. Although the scale of the mansion was smaller than that of the capital''s estates, the number of employees was remarkably scarce.


    "Welcome, gracious!"


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    The man who appeared to be the butler greeted Cain, and they simultaneously bowed their heads. In the capital, he would have been addressed as a duke or a lord, but this place still adhered to the vanishing titles.


    "I hope you have been well."


    "Yes, Your Grace. It''s been a long time since we last met."


    Upon receiving the greeting from Cain, the butler bowed his head once again.


    "Please allow me to introduce you. This is my wife, Laila Vanderbilt."


    Cain introduced Laila to them.


    "Welcome, my lady."


    Once again, the butler took the lead in greeting her, and the others simultaneously bowed their heads.


    She didn''t show much surprise at receiving the advance notice, but there was a hint of confusion. Since she had neither hosted a wedding nor knew anything about the guest of honor, Laila couldn''t help but feel disconcerted. The glances she discreetly received were far from favorable. Only the young maidservant seemed impressed by her beauty and let out a faint sign of admiration.


    "This is Butler Matthew, here is Rebecca, the cook Margaret, and this little one is Emily. They''ve all been taking care of this house since I was young."


    "Ah, nice to meet you. I hope we get along well in the future."


    Laila smiled, her trembling heart palpable. She had resolved to do well, but now that she was faced with the place she would be staying and the staff, she couldn''t help but feel nervous.


    "Please follow me. I will have the luggage brought in."


    Matthew stepped forward and guided the couple.


    Walking alongside Cain, Laila surveyed her surroundings. Whether it had rained or if the weather was like this, the trees, dry grass, and fallen leaves were all damp. Not only was the roof of the mansion gray, but the sky and the world seemed gray as well. It seemed fitting that this mansion was called Gravebrick Cottage.


    What puzzled her were the traces of ivy on the building. One of them was likely ivy or a rose, but the stem, which seemed to have been torn off and extended to the ground, was nowhere to be seen. Upon closer inspection, the dry grass in the garden looked more like weeds than flowers. Could it be that even in such a wealthy house, they neglected the garden?


    It was strange, but guided by Cain''s touch, she quickly dismissed her thoughts.


    ***


    The hall of Gravebricks Cottage was spacious, but it lacked the grandeur and splendor of the mansions in the capital. To Laila, that was more appealing. The larger the space, the more energy was consumed with each step she took. She felt that this place exuded more elegance.


    "Where is Mother?" Cain inquired, surveying his surroundings, addressing the butler, Matthew. Laila also looked at the young maid standing beside her, feeling puzzled. It seemed strange that she didn''t reveal her presence, despite her illness. The glances of the passing staff also seemed suspicious in her eyes.


    "Well, she said she was tired and would see you later," Matthew replied with a perplexed expression, watching Cain''s reaction.


    A peculiar expression flickered across Cain''s impassive face. He clenched his jaw and spoke in a chilly tone as he looked down at the butler.


    "Nevertheless, it is impolite to behave like this when your son and daughter-in-law have arrived. Lead the way."


    Upon Cain''s command, Matthew sealed his lips tightly. It was a reluctant expression, but he couldn''t refuse Cain''s order.


    "Right away, sir."


    He guided Cain and Laila to the master''s chamber.

 Chapter 25 - First Meet

    Tap, tap. Matthew rapped on the elegant brown door.


    "Madam, the Duke and the young master have arrived."


    There was no answer from within, despite his report. Matthew knocked again, announcing the visitors'' presence, but it was futile.


    Eventually, Cain stepped forward, bypassing Matthew, and turned the doorknob. Taking hold of Laila''s hand, he led her into the room. She was pulled into the chamber without a moment to gather her thoughts.


    The room exuded a classical elegance, yet the plain, muted curtains obscured the light, casting a somber atmosphere. The lifeless space emanated a stagnant odor, reminiscent of the sickly, faint scent peculiar to afflicted individuals.


    As Laila surveyed her surroundings, something caught her eye, causing her to start and turn her head.


    In surprise, she gasped, swallowing her dry throat. Leaning against the grand bed was a pale, frail woman. Though she might have been beautiful in her youth, now she appeared emaciated, her skin sagging and her protruding bones visible. Her eyes lacked vigor, mirroring her feeble appearance.


    Despite her son''s arrival, she continued to gaze out the window, refusing to acknowledge their presence. Though her movements did not appear entirely impaired, it seemed her mind was not fully present.


    Feeling unsure of how to proceed in the absence of any response, Laila simply held her position.


    Cain maintained an indifferent expression, as if this were a familiar scene. After observing his silent mother, he spoke softly.


    "I have come, Mother. I informed you through a letter, but I have gotten married."


    "...," his mother remained silent.


    "Allow me to introduce her. This is my wife, Laila Vanderbilt."


    Only after Cain finished speaking did the woman show any sign of reaction. Slowly, she turned her head to look at Cain. More accurately, she focused on the partially exposed figure of Laila behind him.


    "Hello, darling. My mother, Rose."


    Cain tilted his head slightly, calling out to Laila. Encountering an inexplicable discomfort, she held onto her hat tightly and looked up at him. With a barely audible chuckle, Cain smiled faintly. Only then did she take a few steps forward.


    "Nice to meet you, Rose. I''m Laila."


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    As Laila finished her introduction, a glimmer entered Rose''s clouded eyes. Beneath her delicate eyebrows, her deep, dark irises trembled ever so slightly.


    "I shall be living here for the time being," Cain''s voice interjected between the gazes of the two women. Whether spoken or unspoken, Rose''s gaze remained fixed on Laila, unwavering.


    Rose slowly raised her slender hand, delicately motioning Laila to come closer. With a gentle flick of her fingers, she bent a few of them, as if beckoning. Laila, uncertain of what to do, looked back at Cain. Finding solace in his subtle nod of encouragement, she gathered her courage and approached Rose.


    "More," Rose uttered with a wavering tone. It seemed she had something to say.


    Laila stepped closer to the bedside, her eyes meeting Rose''s gaze from a close distance. From there, she discerned the deep violet hue in Rose''s eyes, visible even amidst the distinct features. Although she had lost her radiance, her elegant silver hair revealed a touch of her grace.


    Rose''s eyes carefully swept over Laila''s face, taking in her naturally tied back blond hair, her round forehead, and the refined curve of her eyebrows beneath her blue irises.


    Suddenly, a surge of intensity appeared in Rose''s eyes, almost terrifying. With another flick of her fingers, gesturing for Laila to come closer, she leaned forward.


    "If only you were miserable," Rose whispered softly, audible only to Laila.


    "...!" Laila froze in disbelief at Rose''s words. She never expected to hear such venomous remarks from her newly met mother-in-law. Rose''s quiet curses, whispered rather than shouted like Delma''s blatant insults, shook her more profoundly.


    Realizing the gravity of the situation, Cain approached and gently pulled Laila away, shielding her behind him. Facing the door, he shouted,


    "Matthew! Escort the young mistress out!"


    At the exclamation of Cain, the door swung open, and Matthew entered briskly. Observing the frozen countenance of Laila, he spoke:


    "Kindly depart, young lady."


    Matthew''s visage displayed no trace of surprise, as if he had anticipated such an occurrence. Lyla, concealing her trembling hands, followed behind him.


    "What is the meaning of your words?" she inquired, striving to maintain composure.


    After the door closed, Cain sighed softly and asked. Her eyes, which beheld her son for the first time, slowly narrowed, containing a tinge of resentment.


    "I wish you had... disappeared."


    Beyond her composed gaze, a sinister madness flickered.


    Cain closed his eyes tightly and proceeded to sit on the edge of the bed. He turned his body, examining Rose''s complexion with an anxious expression. He neither expressed anger nor questioned why she would utter such words. He knew well that Rose was not in a sound state.


    "Are you receiving proper treatment?"


    "What nonsense are you spouting?"


    Rose inquired, revealing her animosity for the first time.


    "You are being unkind to our long-lost son."


    Cain, with a sorrowful countenance, gently grasped Rose''s frail hand.


    "Please treat my wife kindly. Do not harbor regrets."


    Within the solemnity of his voice, his gaze shone with profound clarity.

 Chapter 26 - Loss for Words

    Laila followed Matthew''s lead and emerged into the parlor. Biting her lip in uncertainty, she watched as he gestured politely towards a chair.


    "Please, have a seat. I will have some warm tea brought in," he conveyed with graciousness.


    "Thank you," she replied.


    Laila looked up at Matthew, forcing a smile. She didn''t want to betray the turmoil Rose''s words had stirred within her, yet she didn''t wish to display any signs of alarm either.


    Matthew contrived a formal laugh before exiting the parlor.


    Perhaps it was just her mood.


    His words and demeanor were courteous, but they lacked warmth. Neither favor or disfavor¡ªjust absolute indifference. Still, as the wife of the master and the mistress of this house, it was disconcerting to receive such a palpable non-response.


    Sitting in the chair, she felt as if her legs were floating. There was no immediate threat, yet her heart raced as if it were about to burst.


    "I hope you suffer," Rose''s voice struck her like a venomous whip, despite her attempts to push the thought away.


    Why would she say such things to me? Why is she trapped in that room, in such a state? The words spoken to me must be unfounded. Perhaps, as Cain suggested, she is in pain and acted out of confusion.


    Laila tried hard to convince herself that she wasn''t uneasy. Yet, from the moment she set foot in this new life she had yearned for, everything felt askew. The atmosphere of the mansion, Rose''s condition¡ªthey differed greatly from her expectations. She would need to observe further, but even the attitudes of the staff seemed peculiar.


    Laila impatiently awaited Cain''s arrival.


    Shortly after, Cain entered the parlor. At the sight of his dependable figure, Laila finally felt some relief.


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    "Are you alright?" he inquired.


    "Yes, I''m alright," she responded, mustering a smile. Her astonishment hadn''t entirely subsided, but she was faring better than before.


    "What did Mother say?"


    "Well... She uttered some unpleasant words."


    Laila could not bring herself to utter the words she had heard. They were too shocking, too disturbing to be spoken aloud once again. Even on the first day of her arrival at her childhood home, she hesitated to curse her son, Cain, with derogatory remarks about his mother.


    "Instead, let me apologize. I''m truly sorry. I had no idea your mother could be so cruel."


    "Oh no, really, I''m fine."


    It was Laila who found herself at a loss for words in the face of Cain''s repeated apologies. The pain in Cain''s voice eased the ache in Rose''s heart. Rose''s disdain for Laila was not solely Cain''s fault, and since Rose was unaware of Laila''s own circumstances, it would be unfair to hold her accountable. Upon deeper reflection, the least blameworthy individual in this situation was Cain himself.


    "And what about you? Are you okay?"


    Laila asked, worried about her well-being. She doubted she would receive such comforting words in return. Rose''s intimidation had undoubtedly taken an emotional toll on her. Same situation, same feelings. She felt an increasing sense of unity with him.


    "I''m fine. I''ve gotten used to it."


    "Used to it?" she asked.


    "Why? Does it bother you that I''m that kind of person?"


    Laila sensed a bitter undertone in his voice, as if an invisible barrier separated them. She felt as though there was an unseen wall between them. In another time, she might have been taken aback, but Laila perceived this atmosphere as a shadow of his underlying wounds, a defense mechanism that instinctively emerged. And so, she crossed that barrier without feeling offended.


    "No, that''s not it. I just thought you might have been going through a hard time."


    "..."


    "That''s why I was a little upset."


    Even with just one hearing, if she trembled like this, how difficult must it have been to hear such words for a long time? Familiarity does not mean becoming numb.


    Moreover, even though she was just a stepmother, it seemed that Cain''s heart was not light when it came to Rose. The playful remark he had made about filial piety before didn''t seem to be completely unfounded. If there was still affection for his mother in his heart, the wounds he received would have been even greater.


    Cain had said that he hadn''t been able to come here for a long time. Perhaps the reason for his return was also because of the lingering pain he experienced upon hearing of his mother''s passing.

 Chapter 27 - Genuine Marriage

    Cain gazed silently at Laila, his countenance betraying surprise at the unfamiliarity of her sincerity. After a moment, he returned to his former kind self, wearing a smile as he spoke.


    "Your understanding of my heart truly moves me, my wife."


    "Pardon?"


    "That''s why marriage is a remarkable endeavor."


    Cain raised his hand and gently stroked Laila''s cheek. His hand caressed her hair, flowing back behind her ear, while his intense eyes engulfed her like a swirling whirlpool.


    "Shall we truly get married?"


    "...."


    Laila swallowed hard in response to his words, spoken with a mischievous grin. She couldn''t discern if he meant her or another woman he desired to marry. Nevertheless, his words swept over her like a tempest, piercing her heart.


    A genuine marriage... It was the first time she had felt the thrill of those words.


    "What are you doing over there, Rebecca?" Cain asked, his voice suddenly raised.


    Laila quickly lifted her head in surprise, following his gaze. Her mouth fell silent when she saw where his eyes were directed.


    There stood a maid not far from them. Judging by the tray she held with two teacups, it seemed she had halted while bringing tea.


    Rebecca!


    Laila recalled the maid''s name.


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    Ever since she first stepped out of the carriage, this woman had been sending her unusually cold glances. She wore a narrow brown dress and neatly tied her black hair in a bun, covered with a mesh. Her thin and angular face, along with her intense reddish-brown irises, gave her a resolute impression.


    Though it was not fair to judge someone solely based on their appearance, Laila felt a sense of desolation from her first impression alone.


    "I only waited as I didn''t want to disturb your conversation. May I serve the tea now?" Rebecca looked up, meeting their gaze, and replied without a hint of fear or surprise to Cain''s sharp question. Her gaze was as icy as shivers running down one''s spine.


    Laila trembled uncontrollably, unbeknownst to herself.


    "Emily!"


    Cain called out to another maid with a slightly raised voice. The young maid he had seen earlier hurriedly approached, her spirit drained.


    "Um, it''s me, sir."


    "...!"


    Laila was once again struck by the maid''s response. The maid addressed as Emily couldn''t speak properly. The words that stumbled out of her mouth were incomprehensible. That was why she hadn''t greeted her earlier. Laila didn''t know. It was a fact that no one, not even Cain, had bothered to explain.


    "Please escort the young lady to her room."


    "Uuhhh."


    As if understanding, Emily lowered her head towards Laila.


    "You go upstairs first. I''ll follow soon."


    "Let''s go together."


    Laila retorted resolutely for the first time. She was taken aback by the icy tension between Cain and Rebecca, but she didn''t want to leave. She wanted to know what they were saying, why the atmosphere among those who had known each other for a long time had turned so chilly. She was continuously intrigued by the strange ambiance of this place.


    Cain turned his head and looked at Laila. Realizing her mistake as she saw his chilling gaze, Laila understood. He had been mostly kind, but only when she cooperated and didn''t cause any problems.


    "Yes, I''ll go up first."


    Laila rose from her seat, concealing her trembling hands. She felt no inclination to defy Cain, who was silently pressuring her with his gaze. The familiarity she had felt until now vanished, replaced by an eerie feeling.


    A good person, but sometimes frightening. An enigmatic person.


    As she followed Emily, her mind grew more complex.

 Chapter 28 - Suspicious

    "Rebecca."


    As Laila concealed herself completely, Cain rose from his seat. Rebecca, who had been looking down at him from the table, now had to raise her head as high as possible to meet his gaze. Matthew, who had come in after observing the situation outside, noticed the unsettling confrontation between the two. Knowing it was not his place to intervene, he stood aside and maintained silence.


    "Yes, Your Grace. Please speak."


    Rebecca said to Cain in a dry tone.


    "I want to hear something other than the title, Your Grace."


    "What shall I call you then?"


    "You should call me ''Master.'' After all, I am the owner of this house, am I not?"


    Cain chuckled and addressed Rebecca. Most people referred to him as Your Grace, but Rebecca had a different reason for using that term.


    She didn''t want to call him ''Master.'' She didn''t want to acknowledge him as the owner. She was displaying remarkable insolence for a servant.


    "The owner of this house is Madam."


    "No, Rebecca. It''s my house. My father left it to me."


    "But it was promised to Madam."


    "That''s true. But we can''t hold it against the dead, can we?"


    Cain laughed bitterly as he replied. His father had declared in front of lawyers and family members during his illness. He would leave this mansion to his wife, Rose. However, he changed his mind before his death and bequeathed it to his son, Cain. When Rose discovered the sentence written in the will, she went into a frenzy. She wanted this house, but Cain didn''t give it up.


    "The reason my father changed his mind and gave me this house..."


    As he took two steps closer to Rebecca''s side, he looked down at her with a sidelong glance and spoke.


    "It''s because this house belongs to the Vanderbilt family. Not the Herzents."


    Louis Vanderbilt, who lived here over two hundred years ago, was an unnamed knight. However, with his exceptional skill, he became a knight of Everdeen and led the Erkusans in a victorious war in the southern lands.


    "He gained greater wealth and power by receiving the title of Viscount from the Emperor. To the Vanderbilts, this house represents the roots of their lineage and the source of their fortune."


    "Even though my father loved my mother dearly, he was not sacrificial enough to give up everything."


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    "So, the owner of this house is me, and my wife. Do you understand what that means?"


    Silence hung in the air.


    "If you can''t comply, it means you should leave immediately, Rebecca."


    Silence persisted.


    Cain''s voice was low but chilling. Faced with such coercion, Rebecca refrained from uttering a word. She had a primal instinct that speaking another word would result in her being dragged out of here.


    Things had changed. Cain Vanderbilt was completely different now.


    Rebecca pondered, her teeth clenched as she stared at the wall. She had been a servant of the Hergenstauf family. She followed Miss Rose here when she married Walter Vanderbilt. Cain was only six years old at that time. He attended boarding school when he turned sixteen but returned to this place every weekend. And when he turned nineteen, he left for college in the capital. When he returned to Heavenly Hill for the holidays, he was completely transformed. In retrospect, she should have noticed the gradual changes that took place even before he fully left. She had felt a trace of sympathy for him before, but once he completely departed, she became wary of Cain. The bird that flew away and then returned, flapping its wings, had grown a long beak and sharp talons.


    "In any case, this place..."


    Cain put his hand in his pocket and fidgeted uncomfortably.


    "Whether it''s now or before, nothing has changed."


    Muttering disdainfully, Cain left the room.


    Rebecca clenched her fists. The strain in her neck was visible as it protruded tightly. As she did, Matthew approached her, clicking his tongue and wagging his finger.


    "That''s right. Why bother provoking his lordship unnecessarily?"


    "Who is that woman?"


    Rebecca finally relaxed her tense jaw. The reason she was so sensitive to Cain''s appearance was because of that woman. It was as if fate had conspired to make Laila resemble someone she knew. Rebecca couldn''t deny the shivers that ran down her spine the moment she first laid eyes on her. Surely, Madam would have noticed it even more.


    "What''s with that woman, bothering Madam."


    "Matthew!"


    Rather than answering, Rebecca winced at the sting of the retort. She had expected him to come out like this, but now that they were face to face, she felt a mixture of resentment and anger.


    "Alright, I get it, Rebecca."


    "...."


    "No one knows who Madam is."


    Matthew sighed in response.


    There was a sudden letter from Cain, announcing the arrival of his wife, but it did not mention her name. He didn''t even invite the people of Heavenly Hill to the wedding. Astonishingly, even the Vanderbilts in the capital were unaware of his marriage news.


    Clearly, it was not a normal situation. However, it was impossible to decipher Cain''s true intentions. They could only wait and see. Finally, Cain''s wife revealed herself before their eyes.


    Laila Vanderbilt.


    A woman of such mesmerizing beauty that one couldn''t look away. Yet, her manner of walking, gestures, and the way she drank her tea hinted that she had not been raised as a noble since childhood. However, it would be unfair to label her as utterly common, for she possessed a peculiar charm. Curiosity and self-assurance occasionally flickered in her downturned gaze.


    Her untamed grace was not light but rather a natural, refreshing liveliness. When she let her guard down and smiled, a mysterious aura surrounded her. It emanated a clean and sophisticated essence that could not be artificially created. Perhaps that''s why Matthew believed there must be a reason why Cain chose her as his wife, discarding the negative aspects that people tend to associate with him.


    "Something doesn''t feel right."


    Rebecca murmured, her eyes filled with unease, in response to Matthew''s answer.

 Chapter 29 - Unclear

    "Come now, Rebecca, let us cease our dispute and find solace in a cup of tea. There is no need to provoke our master''s anger for naught."


    "Hmph."


    Rebecca smirked at Matthew''s conciliatory words, yet her disdain was not directed towards him as an individual. Unlike Rebecca, he was not someone hailing from the Hertzent, the ancestral home of the Roses, but rather an employee of the Vanderbilts. Matthew possessed the ability to perceive the situation objectively and offer fitting counsel accordingly. His skills as a butler were commendable, and having spent considerable time together, Rebecca held a sense of camaraderie with him.


    However, Matthew was a person of clear boundaries, and he did not exhibit the same unwavering loyalty to Rose as Rebecca did. He was aware of his affiliation with the Vanderbilts and did not overstep the boundaries set before him. He would not tolerate others crossing that line either. A justifiable neutrality. It ultimately signified Matthew''s composed nature. Despite feeling somewhat disheartened, Rebecca found solace in knowing that he was someone who would not betray their cooperation.


    "By the way, how is Madam feeling?"


    Observing Rebecca''s despondent demeanor, Matthew redirected the conversation with a query.


    "I cannot say for certain. She either sleeps with her eyes closed or remains in a state of shock."


    "I shall go attend to her. I will ascend to the second floor."


    "Very well."


    Though she spoke thus, Rebecca made no effort to conceal her gratitude. It was her duty to monitor the situation of the newlywed couple and provide an account of the mansion''s condition and its interiors. Considering the uncomfortable situation that had transpired moments ago, she was hesitant, but Matthew''s intervention was a relief.


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    "Thank you for your assistance."


    Rebecca addressed Matthew with a noticeably relaxed tone. As she turned to walk towards Rose''s room, Matthew bobbed his head in appreciation.


    The once tranquil house now trembled with uncertainty. Matthew could not fathom the impact that Cain and Laila would have on this mansion and its inhabitants.


    ***"What, what did you say?"


    Laila, standing in front of the couch, addressed Emily.


    "Um, um. Uh, ah..."


    Emily vigorously gestured and made eye movements to convey her intentions. However, Laila, who had never encountered such a situation before, couldn''t understand what it meant.


    "I, I''m sorry, Emily. I don''t really know what you''re saying."


    Laila became despondent, wiping her palms against her forehead as she spoke. She was more upset about the frustration of not being able to communicate than her inability to grasp Emily''s condition. Seeing Emily try so hard to communicate only made Laila feel even more apologetic.


    It was a moment when the two women struggled to understand each other''s hearts.


    "I''m asking whether we should unpack the luggage now or later."


    Cain interjected as he walked in through the open door, speaking on behalf of Emily.


    "Is that true?"


    Laila glanced at Cain for confirmation and then looked at Emily. With a quick nod from Emily, as if to acknowledge the veracity of his words, Laila joyfully clasped her hands together and addressed Emily.


    "We''ll unpack the luggage later. Thank you."


    As Laila replied, Emily finally smiled and nodded. She politely bowed her head and quickly left the room.


    Relieved, Laila sank onto the couch as if collapsing. Beads of sweat dotted her forehead. Until they arrived at Heavenly Hill by carriage, she had been excited, but as soon as she set foot in this place, she was overwhelmed by a bewildering experience.


    "I''m sorry. I should have told you about Emily in advance, but I didn''t think of it."


    "No, it''s not your fault. I was just startled for no reason, like a fool."


    Laila responded, her feet itching, to Cain''s apology. It would have been nice if he had informed her beforehand, but he had no obligation to explain the temperament and condition of an employee. The atmosphere didn''t lend itself to such a conversation. Therefore, there was no need for Cain to apologize. All that mattered now was getting along well with Emily.

 Chapter 30 - Statements Veracity

    "How do you understand her?"


    Laila inquired, curious about Cain''s ability to comprehend Emily.


    "Emily, since I also lived here when I was young, her inability to speak from the beginning was not the case."


    "Is that so?"


    "She closed her mouth at some point. Perhaps she stayed silent for too long, and eventually it turned out that way."


    Ah, a sigh escaped me involuntarily out of pity. Why would such a cute and lovely young lady choose to remain silent? It must be devastating for her to have lost the ability to speak, rather than never having known it from the beginning. I felt concerned for Emily, the only one who had taken care of her here.


    Knock, knock. The sound of a gentle knock reached my ears.


    "Come in."


    In response to Cain''s answer, the door opened and Matthew entered. He respectfully bowed his head, alternating his gaze between Cain and Laila.


    "Does the room suit your liking?"


    "Yes, it''s to my liking. Thank you for taking care of me."


    Lailas poke up as Matthew''s gaze lingered on her.


    This room was a spacious one on the west side of this floor. It had four large windows and a fireplace surrounded by marble on the wall. The burning logs provided a warm and cozy atmosphere in the room.


    On one side, there was a large bed, a wardrobe, and a vanity, and if you opened the door on the wall, there was a small dressing room. Near the door, there were two armchairs for one person each and a long couch, providing a comfortable space for a couple to have a conversation. The items seemed to have been used for a long time, showing signs of aging, but that only made them look more luxurious. The carpet, curtains, wallpapers, and decorative items were all the same. As soon as she stepped into this room, she couldn''t help but feel how wonderful it was. Especially, what she particularly liked was the rocking chair placed by the window.


    "This used to be the Duke''s room."


    "?"


    As Laila turned her head in response to Matthew''s explanation, she looked at Cain. He responded with a slight smile, conveying a sense of affirmation. A room that carried the traces of her husband''s past. It had already captured her heart, but upon hearing those words, her attachment deepened.


    "I might have missed something in my hurried preparations. Please let me know if there is anything lacking, and I will take care of it immediately."


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    Matthew, who had sought permission, spoke again. He directed his gaze primarily towards Laila, who was here for the first time, rather than Cain, who already knew everything about this mansion.


    "Emily will guide you to the bathroom shortly. Take some rest for now."


    "What about my room?"


    Cain, who had been listening, looked intently at Matthew and inquired. His calm gaze had suddenly hardened.


    "Well..."


    Matthew raised his chin, struggling to regain composure.


    "We couldn''t prepare a separate room for you. Due to the circumstances, I couldn''t mention it earlier. I apologize."


    "What?"


    "It was the mistress''s command. As you may know, all the rooms in this mansion are closed, and the keys are held by the mistress herself..."


    Matthew cleared his throat to feign calmness in his unsettled mind. As she hadn''t anticipated such a situation, Laila blinked her eyes, gazing at Cain. With his arms crossed, he silently glared at Matthew, his presence so overwhelming that it caused even the woman beside him to shrink back, despite not showing any signs of irritation or anger. The twisted smile seemed directed not at Matthew in front of her, but beyond him, towards someone else.


    Just as Laila and Matthew were finding it hard to endure the tense atmosphere, Cain finally spoke up.


    "For now, arrange a place in the study as a temporary measure."


    "Yes."


    Matthew courteously responded to Cain''s edgy voice and disappeared. Cain''s gaze, as he turned back to her, had softened subtly. It seemed he was restraining his emotions, afraid that it might make her uncomfortable.


    "Mother seems to be overly concerned, doesn''t she?"


    "So it is," replied Laila with a hesitant smile, lacking words to respond.


    "I will sleep well in the study, so make yourself comfortable here," she said.


    "But..."


    Laila held him back with a troubled heart. She felt sorry for becoming an unwelcome intruder, even though it was not her fault. However, sharing a bed was out of the question.


    "There is a place to sleep in the study. I used to sleep there often, so don''t worry about it."


    "Thank goodness."


    With no other option in sight, Laila accepted his words. In her heart, she wanted to sleep in the study, but she couldn''t predict what would happen if she did. She had no choice but to find solace in the fact that there was space in the study.


    "For now, rest a little."


    Exhausted from the long journey, he soon left the room.


    Laila began to change her clothes and walked over to the window, gazing outside. In the distance, she noticed slight movements around a small makeshift structure. It was where the security guards guarding the mansion stayed.


    A strange thought crossed her mind. While the outside world was bustling with activity, the mansion seemed as quiet as the depths of the ocean. Why did Rose lock up all the rooms and leave only four servants in this vast mansion?


    Perhaps due to the unpleasant encounter with Rose, Laila''s doubts lingered on for a long time.


    Having no appetite, she skipped dinner. The sun set quickly, and darkness descended. Cain returned to the room once again, inquiring about various things. After making sure there were no discomforts or any needs, he went up to the study.


    Laila washed herself and returned to bed. Although the unease in her mind remained, her body, lying on the soft bed, responded differently.


    It was warm and comfortable.

 Chapter 31 - Nightmares

    Laila gazed up at the ceiling, the sheet covering her neck. Countless thoughts were consumed by fatigue and drowsiness. In no time, her eyes grew blurry, and she succumbed to sleep.


    Restlessness lingered subconsciously, summoning unsettling dreams. Most were dreams of being chased. She was pursued by both humans and animals. Even entities that didn''t belong in this world chased after her. She ran, only to fall off a cliff, collide with a carriage, and suddenly find her toes extinguished, sucked into some underground abyss.


    "Gasp!"


    Laila woke up abruptly, gasping for breath. It wasn''t just a nightmare. Her body involuntarily flinched, as if it had followed her into the realm of the bad dream.


    In the dimly lit room, Laila discovered a presence before her, causing her eyes to widen. A figure she never expected stood in front of her, holding a candle. It was Rose, the presence that had unsettled her throughout the day. Silver hair, brushed down in preparation for sleep, lifeless pupils above a hollowed face, and arms and legs exposed beyond the confines of her nightdress¡ªshe resembled nothing more than a lifeless corpse adorned with a shroud. Furthermore, Rose was barefoot.


    "R-Rose?"


    Unable to comprehend the situation, Laila called out Rose''s name with a perplexed expression. A chilling shiver cooled her body beneath the covers.


    It was only after some time that Laila realized the reality of the situation, prompting her to sit up abruptly.


    "Shh."


    Rose raised a finger to her lips, signaling for silence. As Laila closed her mouth, Rose cautiously approached her.


    Soon, the candlelight illuminated Laila''s face. Rose, advancing like a shadow, slowly settled on the edge of the bed. Though her presence pressed lightly, she could barely be felt, as if devoid of human essence. Moreover, her movements were so languid that they felt surreal. Laila once again wondered if this moment was another dream.


    Should she cry out or speak?


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    Laila was still conflicted.


    With a gentle hand, Rose extended her ethereal hand toward Laila. Witnessing the bone-like fingers and long nails approaching, Laila tightly shut her eyes. Soon, the bony fingertip lightly brushed against her face. Unbeknownst to herself, Laila opened her eyes. She remained frozen, her gaze fixated solely on Rose''s fingertip, straining to see.


    Rose''s hand ascended further, encompassing Laila''s entire cheek with her palm. At the touch of the cold, rough, and arid hand, Laila trembled involuntarily.


    Rose''s hand, gently sweeping her cheek, rose again to caress Laila''s hair. The shimmering violet eyes of Rose, though somewhat cloudy, flickered oddly when they traced Laila''s face.


    "Laila," whispered Rose, calling out to her with a low voice.


    "Yes, yes. Please speak," Laila calmly responded, but Rose seemed unaware of what she had heard.


    "Why on earth has Rose come to my room and acted in this manner towards me? What should I do?" Laila wondered.


    Laila tightly held both of her hands, bracing herself for Rose''s inexplicable behavior.


    Rose lowered her hand and brushed Laila''s palm resting on the blanket. Her slightly parted lips, as if pleased with her find, slowly curled upwards. With a seemingly hesitant motion, she tilted the candlestick she had been holding over it. Molten wax spilled onto Laila''s palm.


    "Ah!" Instinctively, Laila struck Rose''s wrist and cried out. The fallen candlestick rolled on the floor.


    Laila pushed Rose away and swiftly rose from the bed. Overwhelmed by the force, Rose stumbled backward, landing on the floor, clutching her bruised hip. Laila clenched her trembling hands and let out a scream. It was not so much from the pain and burn but from astonishment at Rose''s actions. She could hardly believe what had just transpired. The vile rumors she had first heard paled in comparison to the shock she now faced.


    Before long, the urgent sound of footsteps reached their ears. First to arrive was Cain, followed by Matthew, Rebecca, and even Emily, all rushing into Laila''s chamber. They were dumbfounded by the scene before them.


    "Laila!" Cain quickly approached, grasping her shoulders. He examined her face, as if still uncertain of what had occurred, and repeatedly inquired about her well-being.


    "Laila, what happened? Are you alright?"


    "R-Rose, she... spilled hot wax on my palm."


    Laila held onto him tightly, trembling and quivering in response. She couldn''t muster the words to assure him this time. Her legs shook so intensely that standing became arduous, and her heart raced as if it had gone mad. Everything in this house felt as though it weighed her down, pressing upon her relentlessly. Only Cain seemed to remain as her sole source of solace.

 Chapter 32 - Misfortune

    "Madam, please rise. Madam!"


    Rebecca, pale and filled with distress, embraced Rose and lifted her up. Perhaps due to her recent exertion, Rose closed her eyes, drained of energy.


    "Matthew, carry Madam. Quickly!"


    Upon Rebecca''s words, Matthew handed the candle he held to Emily and turned his body. As he awkwardly stooped down, Rebecca propped up Rose and placed her on his back. Without sparing a glance at Cain and Laila, they swiftly departed the room. Emily, unable to move, could only watch Cain and Laila.


    "Emily, fetch cold water immediately. Little Madam has burned her hand."


    Cain''s command left Emily''s face contorted in shock.


    "Uh, uh, okay."


    She managed to mumble a response before hastily leaving the room.


    "Laila, come here."


    Cain wrapped his arm around her shoulder and led her to the couch. In a daze, she followed him obediently. He seated Laila and sat beside her, lifting her hand gently. Whooosh. His breath spilled over her reddened palm, providing a soothing warmth each time he exhaled, whether long or short, in repeated intervals.


    A short while later, Emily returned with a small basin of water. As soon as she placed the basin on the table, Cain took hold of Laila''s hand and immersed it in the water. The refreshing coolness of the liquid finally began to quell the heat within her skin.


    Ah, it feels as if I can finally breathe again.


    As the situation calmed and the pain subsided, belated uneasiness washed over her. Tears welled up, clouding her vision, but she fought back, forcing them down. Why does such misfortune always befall me? I had thought that once we escaped the Blast Street, the ill luck clinging to her would dissipate. But apparently not. Perhaps she was destined to be unhappy from the moment she was born.


    Laila suppressed her tears, biting her lip, when a gentle touch enveloped her shoulder, pulling her closer. Yielding, she rested her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes. Her damp hand, still held by him, remained submerged in the basin.


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    Time seemed to pass unnoticed as she immersed her hand in the water. Cain grasped her hand and lifted it out of the water. The heat of Cain''s place had dissipated, but her entire hand that had been soaked in the cold water had turned red. Using the towel Emily had left behind, Cain gently wiped away the lingering moisture on her chilled hand, his concerned eyes inquiring.


    "How does it feel?"


    "I''m fine. I''m truly all right now."


    Her words were not mere talk. Startled, she had merely cried out in surprise; it was not a severe burn, caused not by direct fire, but by a candle''s flame. Now that she had regained her composure, she felt embarrassed for having made a fuss.


    "Thank goodness, really."


    "Mother... She seems to be in a very bad state."


    Laila struggled to speak, casting a wary glance at Cain. She couldn''t forget the sight of Rose she had seen earlier. The way she walked toward her, her eyes deeply sunken like a skull, with a strange madness in them. Her eerie voice and unsettling touch. Fortunately, the situation had calmed down, but it was not something to be overlooked. It wasn''t just a matter of others'' safety; Rose herself seemed quite dangerous. If a sick person like her wandered around and had an accident, who knew what would happen?


    "Yes, indeed. I can''t fathom why she changed."


    "What kind of person was she originally?"


    In Cain''s melancholic voice, Laila felt her heart ache as she inquired.


    "She was beautiful and kind. Since before father passed away, she had been showing symptoms of mental instability, but it worsened after father''s death. The doctor said she had delusions."


    "Delusions? What kind?"


    "I wouldn''t know. What world Mother is living in."


    His voice sounded somewhat cynical. She caught a glimpse of the weariness of a person who had suffered for a long time. Laila closed her mouth, sensing that he didn''t want to say more. She knew he was doing his best for her sake.


    "Anyway, I''m truly sorry. I''ll take measures, so please don''t worry too much."


    "How will you do that?"


    "That... I will figure it out."


    Cain gently clasped Laila''s hand in his.


    "I''ll handle it myself."


    He spoke in a calm tone, raising Laila''s hand. She thought he would examine it closely, but he lowered his head instead. Just as she wondered if he was going to blow on her hand again, his lips pressed firmly against the back of her hand.

 Chapter 33 - Sense of Security

    "......!"


    Laila witnessed the recent events unfold before her eyes, yet comprehension eluded her. Her pensive mind, frozen in thought, belatedly began to grasp the meaning behind his actions.


    Cain gently pressed his lips against her hand. This gesture transcended the formalities of a mere greeting between a man and a woman in a public setting. Nor did it contain the tender sentiments exchanged between lovers. What could it be? Laila''s mind grew tangled and frozen, while Cain lifted his head nonchalantly.


    "Worry not, and rest once more. I shall remain by your side until you drift back to slumber."


    "No, there is no need for that."


    Laila swiftly regained her composure and responded. Of course, a part of her wouldn''t have minded if Cain had chosen to stay. Her fear stemming from the events with Rose had not yet dissipated, even if she were to lock the doors. It seemed unlikely that she would find sleep.


    Nevertheless, it was out of the question. This would burden Cain far too much. No matter how resilient a man he may be, he could not overcome the fatigue accumulated from extended travels. It weighed heavily on her as well.


    The moment Laila refused, Cain swiftly swept her up in his arms. Startled, she was carried to the bed and gently set down.


    "Rest now. I, too, need respite."


    "......"


    Laila attempted to rise again, but Cain''s words caused her body to tremble. Witnessing the firmness in his gaze, she understood the futility of persuasion. Once the conflict was resolved by another''s will, an unexpected tranquility settled within her. There was nothing else that could bring her as much solace as his presence by her side.


    "Thank you."


    Laila shyly smiled, nestling her body beneath the covers. The tingling sensation on her lips gradually faded away.


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    Laila awakened with a sense of something stirring in her subconscious. She slowly lifted her eyelids, revealing the dimly lit ceiling of Cain''s room, or rather, their newlywed chamber. It was late at night, yet a single candle burned, casting a gentle glow that kept the darkness at bay.


    Laila turned her head gradually, and as her eyes beheld the unfamiliar sight beside her, a glimmer of light danced in her cloudy gaze.


    Cain had brought a chair and sat beside the bed. His head was inclined at an angle, and seeing his closed eyes, it appeared that sleep had claimed him. His crossed arms seemed to support his weary body, while his legs extended gracefully, stretched out before him.


    The way his forehead met the descent of his bangs exuded an air of tidiness, far more dignified than when he had been awake. With his eyes shut, his sharp features and captivating facial structure softened with a subtle transformation. The amalgamation of masculine allure and childlike innocence in his countenance evoked a smile from Laila.


    "It seems I prevented you from going to study," she said.


    Having fallen asleep while intending to go, he must have been exhausted.


    Laila gingerly rose from the bed, careful not to disturb his slumber.


    Observing him uncomfortably lost in sleep, a surge of emotions overwhelmed her. Gratitude, remorse, and a sense of security mingled with an elusive, unidentified sentiment.


    No one had ever endured such discomfort on her behalf. No one had shown her such care and protection. She found herself growing increasingly attentive to this person who remained by her side. The reason she couldn''t grasp Cain''s actions that went beyond the boundaries of a husband on paper was the root cause of her confusion.


    Merely entertaining such thoughts made Laila feel as though she were committing a sin. The man before her was none other than Cain Vanderbilt, someone she could never reach¡ªa person from a distant, unreachable world. She must not harbor any greedy desires. What kind of woman would his true wife be?


    A spark ignited deep within her core, as flames crackled and flickered. In the moment when the shadows swayed with the light''s creation, Cain''s head slowly inclined and abruptly dropped. Ah, while Laila internally empathized, he opened his heavy eyes and gradually straightened his neck.


    His eyes, still drowsy and unawakened, finally beheld Laila. As he realized she was sitting upright, his blue eyes narrowed swiftly.


    "Why... aren''t you sleeping more?" his voice, low and drawn-out, was directed at Laila.


    "I woke up on my own," Laila faintly smiled and replied.

 Chapter 34 - Comfortably Close

    "Go back to sleep." I''ll be here, so don''t worry."


    Laila, sensing unease, interpreted his awakening as a signal to lie down. Subsequently, he stood upright, loosening his tense muscles by tilting his head left and right. It was understandable given the uncomfortable position he had been in for a long time. The weariness etched on his immaculate face was evident. Exhausted from a long journey, he couldn''t even rest his body and had to protect his wife while avoiding his mother.


    "Cain," she called him, unaware of her own actions.


    "Let''s sleep together."


    "What?"


    "I''m fine... Let''s sleep together in the bed."


    She had committed an unthinkable act. It would have been unimaginable for her in the past. She surprised herself by uttering those words, but she had no regrets.


    This was Cain Vanderbilt''s room, and it was his bed. Although it was an unavoidable situation, she found it uncomfortable to be alone.


    Above all, her trust in Cain had solidified. Despite its tainted beginnings, their journey together had been smooth without any qualms. Based on his actions, even though she didn''t know him well, trust had been built. He rescued her whenever Laila was in danger, always behaved decently, and showed consideration for her.


    If Cain had intended to do something wicked to her, he had ample opportunities. Yet, he never once revealed any malice or made such jests.


    Although there were strange undercurrents in the past few days, it was something she had felt, and she couldn''t say the same for him. Could it be...? However, every time she wondered, the occasional chill that emanated from him brought her back to her senses.


    "Thank you for caring," she said. "But I''m fine."


    Cain, who had been keeping silent as if taken aback, understood her feelings and smiled subtly. His grateful demeanor quickly turned nonchalant.


    "I''m okay," she insisted.


    "Well, since I have a smaller build, I''ll sleep on the chair then."


    Laila, with a flushed face, made another suggestion. The faint reservation that lingered in the depths of her heart vanished completely. When her proposal was rejected, she felt as if she had become an even stranger person, and her face burned with indignation.


    Cain seemed fully roused from his slumber. Observing her restless state, he let out a subdued chuckle.


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    "Am I the one who''s more uncomfortable?"


    "..."


    Once again, he faced rejection. Despite considering it as an act of consideration, being pushed away twice left him feeling embarrassed. Just as she was about to give up and withdraw...


    "Let''s sleep together then. Alright?"


    Now, perhaps exhausted himself, he acquiesced to her words and rose from his seat. Watching Cain turn to extinguish the candle, she was momentarily stupefied. She had spoken with his well-being in mind, yet somehow it felt as if she had become attached. It was as if he had known this would happen¡ªthe swift reply that followed her brief refusal felt unnaturally seamless.


    Cain snuffed out the candle with a snuffer. Darkness promptly filled the room, but the faint moonlight allowed his figure to be vaguely discerned. A momentary doubt vanished swiftly as he turned away.


    Cain approached the bed once more. Though his steps lacked vigor, they resounded loudly in Laila''s ears. However, in the tranquility of this room, the loudest sound was her own heartbeat. Just because they had reached an agreement didn''t mean this situation was inconsequential.


    As Cain neared the bed, he loosened and pulled the robe''s sash. The sound of fabric slipping away from his body evoked a peculiar tension. He nonchalantly dropped the robe haphazardly to one side and moistened the sheet on the bed.


    Laila pretended indifference, moving aside and taking a seat. Contrary to the words spoken a moment ago, Cain effortlessly lay down on the bed, assuming a relaxed posture. It was she who found herself at a loss.


    "Aren''t you going to lie down?"


    Cain turned his head to look at Laila and inquired. Startled by his words, she nestled her body under the blanket and followed suit, assuming a composed position.


    She gazed at the barely visible ceiling, holding her breath.


    As I called him over and finally entered the bed, my heart pounded madly. It''s my first time sharing a bed with a man, after all.


    "Comfortable, isn''t it?"


    Cain murmured as if he were a guest in someone else''s room. Feeling increasingly awkward, she chose not to respond, and he conveyed his regards in a whisper.


    "Sleep well."


    "You too."


    The stillness merged with the darkness, as if growing up had uttered the words, but finding sleep easily evaded their grasp.


    Outside, the wind whispered against the windows, causing them to rattle. I longed to see if Cain had fallen asleep, but I lacked the courage to turn my head. I could only speculate, judging from the steady rise and fall of the sheet covering him and the rhythmic sound of his breath, that he had succumbed to slumber.


    Time continued to flow relentlessly. The receding moonlight cast an even deeper shadow in the room.


    Cain remained silent, while I wasted my energy unnecessarily.


    "Can''t you sleep?"


    "No."


    I had assumed he had drifted off, but evidently, that was not the case. Startled by Cain''s voice, I instinctively responded.


    "Shall I tell you a frightening tale?"


    "What?"


    Without uttering a word in response, Laila turned her head to gaze at Cain. He slowly shifted his position, facing her, and lay down. As if to convey her approval, she gently tapped the hand resting on his chest.

 Chapter 35 - Extraordinary conversation

    Laila found herself turning her body unconsciously, captivated by Cain''s natural demeanor. The two now lay close to each other, facing one another. Perhaps due to the dimness of the room, their expressions were not clearly visible. Yet, now that she met his gaze, the awkwardness dissipated, and anticipation arose within her. Trusting him, she felt no unease even in this posture.


    "Tell me, a frightening tale," she said.


    "And now you''re not scared?" Cain inquired, crossing his arms, his features not entirely discernible, but the glimmer in his eyes was evident.


    "No, I''m not scared," she replied.


    "Why?"


    "That''s... well..."


    Why indeed. A smile involuntarily graced her lips. She had been chased away from an unfavorable situation, and upon arriving, an unforeseen event occurred. The current situation of lying face to face with Cain and having this conversation was extraordinary. Yet, even so, she felt no fear.


    "Because you''re here beside me."


    You, who always protect me, are here. Despite being a contractual couple, you have looked after me like a friend, like family, and sometimes like a lover whom I have never met before.


    Cain occasionally had delayed reactions to her responses, and this moment was no exception. Though quick in his calculations, it seemed he was slow in deciphering others'' thoughts. After hearing her reply, he paused for a few seconds and then burst into laughter. The sound of his laughter, more breath than noise, shattered the silence, ringing out clear and joyful. His crossed arms and shoulders trembled as he displayed evident delight.


    "Why is that?" Laila wondered, perplexed, but captivated by his laughter. She continued observing him, enjoying the sight. After a brief pause, he stopped laughing and stared at Laila.


    "Do you think I''ll always protect you?" he asked.


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    "What do you mean?" she queried, unable to grasp his question.


    "Do you think I''ll be there for you, watching over you?"


    "Yes?"


    "Then let''s put it to the test."


    "What do you mean?"


    Laila didn''t understand Cain''s question and asked.


    Cain''s lips remained twisted, but the atmosphere had subtly changed. It was from this moment that Laila''s heart began to waver. As he concealed his true feelings and summoned tension, she could only swallow her fear and remain silent. Suddenly, her heartbeat resonated louder than before.


    In an instant, his arm slipped beneath her pillow. As the pillow and her head rose simultaneously, she felt the firmness of his arm beneath the softness. Cain''s other hand slid past Laila''s waist, encircling her lower back.


    "C-Cain," gasped Laila, clutching his pajama shirt''s front button. This was the first time she had witnessed such a sight, and she had not anticipated this situation. Though not menacing, it frightened her, and for another reason, her chest fluttered. The fireplace contained only embers, yet the air grew warmer. Her mouth felt dry. Unconsciously, Laila extended her tongue to moisten her parched lips.


    Cain''s fingertips extended beside her head, gently brushing her cheek.


    "Innocent or fearless..." murmured the deep timbre of his voice. It sounded like a soliloquy and a warning directed at her.


    "What do you mean..."


    "Let''s sleep together because it''s okay. Don''t be reckless with men."


    As he spoke, Cain''s fingertips softly caressed her cheek. Each touch left a lingering trace that sent shivers down her spine. The feather-like sensation was slow and tender, making it all the more provocative.


    She didn''t misunderstand the meaning behind his words. However, she couldn''t discern the intent behind his actions. She understood that this was an extremely precarious moment, whether his behavior was a joke or genuine. She needed to halt here. If she refused, Cain would stop. Yet, despite knowing this, she was incapable of moving. Her body and mind recognized that they did not wish to resist.


    Laila''s chest began to rise and fall rapidly.


    "Why were you so tense?" she asked, struggling to catch her breath. She was on edge, but somehow, she didn''t want to reveal her trembling appearance.


    "I wasn''t," Cain replied.


    Laila managed to answer with a strained breath. Although she was incredibly tense, she didn''t want to appear frightened.

 Chapter 36 - First Kiss

    "But you were."


    Cain''s voice carried a soft chuckle, mingling with amusement. His hand, which had been caressing her cheek, delicately descended to the nape of her neck, gliding along the pronounced collarbone before coming to a gradual halt.


    "You''re tense here," he remarked.


    "¡­!"


    At the very moment Cain uttered those words, her fluttering heart ceased in its tracks. A peculiar ripple spread from the spot his fingertips had imprinted. Though she knew she should push him away, her tongue seemed immobilized, unable to form any words.


    Cain''s hand extended, trailing along her neckline, before pausing upon her rounded shoulder. Tracing a circle, he gently swept his touch, then grasped her upper arm just above the elbow.


    "And here too."


    Cain''s touch persisted, continuing its path. Gliding down her arm, his hand came to rest upon her trembling backhand. Firmly, he clasped her hand, gently slipping his fingers between hers.


    "Laila."


    "Yes," Laila managed to whisper, her lips barely parting.


    "Have you ever experienced love?"


    Cain''s voice scattered above her head, causing a heated flush to rise upon the contact of his breath against her forehead. Laila, unable to meet his gaze, responded in a hushed tone.


    "No."


    Never once had she experienced it. Life had kept her occupied, devoid of any suitors she wished to pursue. The men in that place were mostly sordid and unclean, occupying undesirable professions. Laila herself lacked any remarkable qualities, yet she had no desire to associate with such individuals. Perhaps due to those men who jeered at her, casting sinister glances, she had unknowingly shut herself off from recognizing a genuinely kind-hearted man.


    Why, then, did Cain pose such a question?


    "Then you''ve never been kissed either," he continued, releasing her hand and grasping her spine as he ascended. Thud. Each segment of his touch sent an exhilarating shiver coursing through her being. When his hand enveloped the small of her back, it felt as though her entire being would succumb to the searing heat.


    "I wonder when you''ll experience a kiss?"


    A contemptuous voice, teasing her, continued relentlessly.


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    "Should you know about that?"


    Her feeble rebellion barely surfaced.


    "Of course, you should know. It''s important."


    His voice became deep, as if oscillating between jest and earnestness. The atmosphere he created seemed to stir up a whirlpool, subtly drawing her into its depths without her even realizing it.


    Unable to contain herself, Laila tightened her grip on his shirt. In her desperate search for support, she inadvertently let her mind wander to his exposed bare chest, further unsettling her senses.


    During their time together, Cain had never acted in this manner towards her. He had never posed such sticky questions. He had only been faithful to the present moment, as though he knew everything about her or as if he had no interest at all. Had he suppressed his desires deep within all this time, or was he simply intoxicated by the current atmosphere?


    Perhaps the contagion had spread to her as well. Laila asked shyly, her voice barely audible.


    "When... should we?"


    "When could it be?"


    Cain lifted Laila''s chin, and the intense heat in his eyes was palpable from such close proximity. As his shadow finally cast over her face, she became aware of the clear answer.


    Now!


    Cain firmly pressed his lips against Laila''s. She remained frozen, neither pushing him away nor fully accepting the gesture. The situation didn''t feel real. She couldn''t discern whether the sensation of their first kiss was good or bad, as it remained unfamiliar. The only thing she was certain of was that she didn''t want to push him away.


    Cain''s tongue gently slipped into Laila''s mouth. It traced along the cr*vices, gliding from side to side before returning to its place. His tongue teased the inner fl*sh while Laila''s lips slowly parted.


    As if beckoning, Cain''s lips lightly brushed against her lower lip. He delicately captured it and released it, repeating the motion.


    Although it was a union of lips, her mind was tingling with sensations.


    Finally, his wandering tongue found its way inside. As if proclaiming its presence, the f*rvent man''s tongue delicately brushed against her palate. It explored the inner fl*sh of her cheek and caressed the roof of her mouth, sending a thrill that reverberated through her very core.


    For a moment, the frigid sensation of the unfamiliar melted away as he thoroughly traversed her cavity. With a gentle s*ction, he embraced her shy tongue, drawing it deep within. The soft inhalation engulfed and consumed her being. It swirled and twirled, alternating between rapid release and lingering suction.


    "Mmm, yes."


    Their melded lips gave rise to her instinctual m*ans of pleasure.


    Cain''s movements were graceful and skilled, allowing her to gradually surrender. She had witnessed couples exchanging kisses through the open doorway of Red Moon on occasion when they went in to buy fish. It had been an unsightly and sordid spectacle, but this was different now.


    It was hot and sweet. She never knew a kiss could ignite her very soul so abruptly.


    The slippery mingling of m*ist fl*sh, the sensual sound of saIiva mingling and creating a tantalizing symphony, his lingering touch that trailed down her throat and caressed her collarbone¡ªLaila was nearly beside herself with sensation.


    As Cain slowly withdrew from her mouth, Laila blinked and gazed at him with dazed eyes.


    "I don''t want you to protect me."


    In the darkness, his eyes, revealed, exuded a profound intensity.


    "Yet, would you still protect me?"

 Chapter 37 - Intimate

    His low-pitched voice resounded with an intoxicating sensuality.


    If Laila were to refuse, he would gracefully retreat. But if she accepted, everything would unfold according to his desires.


    This is not right. It was not easy to withdraw after taking possession of her lips, seducing her mind, and indulging in the resulting ecstasy. However, I couldn''t easily utter the words asking him not to continue. I had come this far in a completely unprepared state, but crossing the line further required courage and time.


    I don''t know. I''m torn between Cain''s powerful allure and fear.


    Laila tightened her grip on the front of his shirt.


    "I''m not sure."


    Her voice grew thin. She worried that her response might upset him, and she herself wasn''t convinced either.


    "Not the most satisfying answer, but..."


    A mysterious smile played upon Cain''s lips.


    "Today, only as much as you desire."


    "What?"


    Perplexed by his cryptic words, Laila tried to ask, but he immediately pressed his lips against hers.


    "Mmm."


    Cain!


    Laila instinctively opened her mouth, and his desire-laden tongue plunged deep inside, claiming her as his own. Like a brush, it coiled around her smooth tongue, teasing it up and down. It began exploring every inch as if determined to taste every bit of her being. Unlike before, it was an assertive and rough movement.


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    Laila surrendered herself to him, offering her tongue in a frenzy.


    "Mmm, ah."


    Her strained moans burst forth. Cain gently caressed her tongue as if cherishing it, but then pulled on it forcefully, reaching the very root. His own breath grew heavy with excitement. Stimulated by the sound, Laila eagerly clung to him, desperately moving her tongue back and forth. The intoxicating pleasure emanating from their contact dissolved within her, melting her body.


    Cain tightened his grip on Laila''s shoulder, imbuing strength into the hand that held her. In an instant, her body assumed a submissive posture as he climbed atop her. Though taken aback, she couldn''t resist the deeper intrusion of his tongue as he twisted his head.


    In that moment, Laila sensed a resolute determination unlike anything she had experienced before. It emanated from the secret depths between her legs.


    "What is this?" she pondered.


    As Laila grasped the nature of her sensations, her eyes snapped open. His masculinity, now rigid and erect, loomed above her womanhood. The thin fabric of her nightgown heightened every sensation, amplifying their clarity.


    "Hmm, Cain," she muttered.


    Though she attempted to free herself by clutching Cain''s shoulders and nipping at his lips, she found herself unable to fully break away. His lips migrated to her jawline, ascending towards her earlobe. Simultaneously, his large hand ascended, gripping her breast firmly.


    Her body froze in a startled stiffness.


    "Haah, Laila," Cain exhaled.


    It was at that moment that Laila''s thoughts scattered. His voice, calling her name, permeated the air with a sticky fervor. Unlike usual, she felt the presence of a man consumed with intense longing and desire.


    As Laila''s resistance weakened, Cain nudged her right thigh with his knee. He spread her legs further apart and entered the space between them, meeting her womanhood head-on. The convergence of a woman''s femininity and a man''s masculinity collided unabated.


    Her delicate earlobe was ensnared by his cunning lips.


    Cain withdrew his lips from Laila''s as if bestowing mercy upon her, gazing at her intently. He relished the sight of her saliva-drenched lips, dilated pupils, loosened corners of her eyes, and labored breaths.


    Cain''s movements gradually slowed. He lowered his body and thrust his engorged member against her womanhood.


    Mmm, a spark ignited within Laila, prompting an unintended whimper.


    Cain leisurely teased Laila''s body with his lower region, coaxing forth the heat within her. Their lips continued their deep and sultry connection, producing moist sounds.

 Chapter 38 - The Promise

    Her lower half convulsed involuntarily. Laila couldn''t regain her composure amidst the cascading waves of stimulation. She could only press her body against his and writhe, perplexed as to why her body felt both paralyzed and electrified, with nerves ablaze. A sensation akin to boiling water surged from within her, overflowing and cascading downward.


    The heat seared her body, awakening primal instincts. Even clothed, it felt as though the center of her being was being penetrated, piercing deep into her core.


    The child trembled with fear. Despite swallowing the saliva that trickled down from him, his mouth continued to feel dry.


    "Uh, huh." " Hmm."


    Laila had no idea how oddly she emitted moans. She was also unaware that she was gently raising her hips and pressing herself against him. As she did so, the volume of the man pressing her intensified ferociously.


    Unable to contain his excitement, Cain parted his lips and lifted his upper body. Laila, barely catching her breath, trembled as she watched him, firmly grasping her exposed breasts through her nightgown and placing them into his mouth.


    "Hmmph."


    Laila''s body writhed in response to the electrifying stimulation. The pinched breasts tingled, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body.


    Cain lowered one hand and caressed her round knee. The hand that slipped beneath the hem of her nightgown smoothly glided over her silky legs, climbing up to her thighs. As her leg twitches, she quickly closed her legs, and his hand brushed against her secret place over her panties. Gently exploring the flesh, the wandering hand slid inside, about an inch or so.


    "Wait, just a moment."


    Startled, Laila held onto Cain''s hand. She was frightened of what might unfold.


    "It''s okay, Laila. It won''t hurt."


    "Hmm, but..."


    Laila''s voice dripped with hesitation. It wasn''t that she disliked it, but she was apprehensive because she had never experienced anything like this before. She had never granted anyone access to her intimate realm so casually. Until a moment ago, she couldn''t have anticipated that it would come to this.


    "Promise me, Laila. I won''t hurt you."


    Cain whispered again, pressing his lips to her ear. His warm breath, accompanied by his voice, melted away her anxieties. She didn''t realize that the word "promise" held such profound power. Perhaps it was because she believed in what Cain said. His response was about the physical aspect, while her hesitation was of a psychological nature, but sharing those concerns became irrelevant.


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    Laila released her hand from his wrist. Instead, she grasped his shoulders and took a deep breath. Cain slowly slid his hand into her panties, giving her time to adjust. He delicately caressed the sensitive skin, savoring the feeling of her warmth, and the air crackled with anticipation.


    He ventured further down, delving into the depths between her legs. As soon as he reached the luscious forest, Laila gasped and froze, her hand tracing circles in the air, stirring the space between them.


    A gasp escaped Laila''s lips as she held her breath, immobilized. The sensation of the hair falling and rising, tangling and untangling under his fingertips felt vividly real. It was embarrassing, humiliating, yet the tantalizing touch stirred something within her.


    "Here it is."


    Cain''s deep, languid voice resonated, and his hand made contact with the round flesh. With a slight pressure, Laila couldn''t resist the stimulation and her hips jerked. He waited, then skillfully rotated his fingertips over her core.


    "Ah, ohh, Cain, that''s enough," Laila moaned, her voice choking with pleasure. The tingling, tickling, indescribable sensations made it hard to catch her breath. As if pleased with her response, he continued caressing the flesh with his fingertips, intensifying her pleasure. The fiery sensations intensified without restraint. Unable to bear it any longer, Laila arched her back, dampening her head.


    "Ugh, hmph, ohhh."


    Laila''s body trembled and then fell limp. Her inexperienced body, unaccustomed to even the slightest touch, experienced an overwhelming climax from the mere flickering of his fingertips. The hand that supported her shoulders suddenly let go. She was still caught up in the throes of ecstasy. Just when she thought it was over, Cain''s gesture began anew.


    "Cain?"


    "Not yet, my love."


    Even in the darkness, his wicked gaze was vividly apparent. His hand delved deeper, probing downward. This time, his middle finger led the way, tracing the groove of her valley.


    "Here''s another cute spot."


    His hand slid deeper, smoothly exploring. Plunging into the slippery crevice, his fingers moved up and down, pushing aside the inner flesh and exploring the depths of her abyss. The sensation was different from before, and Laila struggled to suppress her moans, her breath heavy. She never could have imagined that being touched in this intimate area would elicit such sensations. The slick, viscous flesh rubbing against her produced such electrifying pleasure.


    "More lewd than I expected. It''s soaking wet like this."


    Cain spun his finger around the opening, releasing lascivious sounds. He gently pushed his fingertip inside and stirred the interior.


    "It''s completely damp down here. Just my touch feels like it''s being sucked in."


    "Cain, please."


    His words were so unabashed that I wanted to cover my ears. However, I couldn''t tell if this was a typical conversation between lovers during an intimate encounter or if he was playfully teasing me. I felt embarrassed, as if I had become a lewd woman, and indeed, my body grew hotter and the space between my legs tightened. With my legs spread open, I hoped he would move quickly and deliver the same pleasure as before, despite the embarrassment it brought.

 Chapter 39 - Embraced

    Cain pushed his hand deeper, as if plunging it into a swirling vortex. The void, like a voracious whirlpool, fiercely resisted from within.


    "Hmm."


    Laila twisted her waist, exhaling sharply. This time, even Cain was taken aback, furrowing his eyebrows.


    "Extraordinary, my dear."


    He nibbled his finger and then firmly thrust it back in, exhaling with a sigh.


    "Just one finger, and it''s already so tight."


    "Pfft. What on earth..."


    Laila couldn''t comprehend his words. She felt as if she had done something wrong, despite never having acted against her own will.


    "Spread your legs, Laila."


    Cain''s lascivious command fell. Perhaps in its audibility, there was an indecent allure. When she hesitated, raising her head with uncertainty, he applied gentle pressure, coaxing her.


    "Come on, my love."


    There was a distinction between calling a name and addressing with endearment. Upon hearing the term of endearment, the ambiguous wall she had erected crumbled. Laila swallowed her dry saliva, and before his eyes, she spread her legs. Embarrassed, she covered her eyes, but even that gesture was removed by Cain''s hand.


    "You''ll get used to it by looking."


    Cain wickedly uttered and inserted his hand into her once again. Though the resistance persisted, he calmly nibbled and thrust his hand inward, filling her. With each reciprocal movement of his hand, an inexplicable sensation filled her, rendering her unable to regain her composure. The initial tingling had long dissipated. Her insides were penetrated forcefully as his hand delved to its limits.


    "Ah... Cain, stop. I can''t bear it any longer. Ugh."


    Laila jerked her head vigorously, sobbing. The feeling of another presence entering her body bestowed a powerful physical and mental stimulation. Just the penetration of his fingers alone was unbearable, but the back-and-forth motion against the ceiling felt even more overwhelming.


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    "Here it is."


    Cain made an incomprehensible sound as he began to move his hand earnestly. Laila''s legs, spread wide, began to tremble sweetly. The tingling sensation tightened her lower abdomen, and the world before her became distant amidst the onslaught of pleasure. It was unbearably shameful and irresistibly ecstatic.


    Laila''s recognition of her state became evident by the rapid motion of her hand, nearly imperceptible to the eye. The palm covered the core, intensifying the stimulation that engulfed her. In a moment, something within her erupted, propelling her to the pinnacle of ecstasy.


    "Ah, aaaaah."


    Laila craned her neck backward, trembling visibly. Tears unexpectedly streamed down, obscuring her vision. A sensation deep within her quivered, releasing a glistening fluid downward.


    Until her trembling subsided, Cain pressed his finger against her, allowing her to savor the climax of pleasure.


    Finally, when Cain withdrew his finger, it was coated with a viscous secretion. Without hesitation, he brought that hand to his mouth, leaving Laila both bewildered and strangely exhilarated, causing her body to tremble.


    As Cain leaned closer, his lips met her cheek, and he whispered,


    "The moment you desire me..."


    "Mmhm."


    "...something other than a finger shall enter."


    Laila comprehended his intention, yet she remained incapable of uttering a single word. Overwhelmed by an immense stimulation, she fell into a deep slumber.


    ***


    It was a morning veiled in a faint mist. Although the sun was absent, the room that emerged from the receding darkness was radiant. From somewhere, the delightful melody of a bird reached her ears.


    Laila slowly lifted her eyelids. As she blinked a few times to confirm her sight, she beheld the sight of a man''s Adam''s apple rising and falling before her.


    "......"


    Startled, Laila''s body stiffened. It was inevitable that they would end up sharing the same bed since she had called Cain over, but she never expected to fall asleep nestled in his embrace like this.


    One of his arms remained beneath her head, while the other enveloped her waist. Moreover, his thigh nestled deeply between her legs, rendering Laila completely immobile. As she felt something amiss, she lowered her head, revealing that her nightgown had ridden up to her waist.


    "Oh, dear."


    A belated realization swept over her, carrying the memories of the previous night. It was Laila who had first suggested sleeping together, and Cain had silently agreed. They had merely exchanged a few words, yet she found herself in his arms. They kissed, tongues entwined, and she eagerly welcomed his touch with ragged breaths. When he moved atop her body, it startled and thrilled her. Overwhelmed by the ecstasy of her first experience, she eventually lost consciousness.


    Strangely enough, every step of the process went smoothly. He adeptly maneuvered the situation, drawing her towards him, as if there had never been any awkwardness before. It seemed peculiar that he showed no prior indications, but he became aroused and devoured her with fervor.


    "Ah..."

 Chapter 40 - Something Special

    In that moment, swept away by the ambiance, she failed to contemplate deeply. Now, a mixture of confusion and a peculiar exhilaration pervaded her. The feeling that her relationship with Cain had become somewhat special. She had a sense that he might feel the same, not just her alone.


    Unbeknownst to herself, Laila raised her hand and placed it on his chest. In an instant, his thigh pressed deeper between her legs. The reason for her increased astonishment was the immense object touching her abdomen. She knew exactly what it was¡ªthe manhood that had found its place between her legs the previous night. It remained clinging to her body since the early morning, reviving the intense sensations from the night before.


    Merely contemplating it caused the phallus upon his thigh to wriggle. The same electrifying pleasure she had felt yesterday surged between her legs once more. Laila couldn''t help but feel bewildered, silently scolding herself. She was afraid that Cain might notice, hesitant to take any risks.


    "What should I do now?"


    She couldn''t determine whether she should discreetly slip away or wake him up. Fortunately, Cain still seemed asleep, exhaling regular breaths.


    She pondered that she had to escape from the bed. To do so, she had to detach herself from his entwined body like a web. Gingerly, she withdrew her hand from Cain and cautiously retreated from his thigh. A sudden emptiness surged between her legs, but she pretended not to notice as she rolled over. With utmost care, as she leaned forward, Cain''s strong arm pulled her waist closer, and she was instantly pulled back, her back pressing against his chest.


    Oops. The moment she let out a faint moan.


    "Is sneaking away your hobby?"


    His voice, still heavy with sleep, resonated deeply.


    "Are you awake?"


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    Laila was taken aback, but she casually held his hand wrapped around her waist and asked nonchalantly.


    "I''ve been awake since a while ago."


    "But... why didn''t you say anything?"


    "Because it''s comfortable."


    Cain replied, holding her even tighter and brushing his lips against her forehead. The way he spoke to her had become more relaxed after last night''s events. It seemed to narrow the psychological distance between them. It felt as if they had truly become a couple. Like the physical ecstasy of last night, this too provided her with a sense of emotional fulfillment.


    "I never knew holding you could be this comfortable."


    Cain leaned down and kissed the nape of Laila''s neck. His lips moved lightly over her skin, covered with a few strands of hair. The teasing touch sent shivers down her body. Her heart raced to the tender sound of his voice. If his breath poured a little more, she felt as though her body would melt away.


    Laila clenched the sheet tightly and struggled to speak.


    "Um, yesterday..."


    Laila was about to ask how she had lost consciousness, but she stopped talking. Of all the things to bring up...


    He knew what they had done, but he didn''t know why that had happened. However, she couldn''t bring herself to tell him what she didn''t know either. It was embarrassing for him to bring it up himself.


    "I wish you had spoken, Laila."


    "I forgot what I was going to say."


    Laila''s hurried defense prompted a soundless chuckle from Cain. His body, bent like a shrimp, kept contorting. After a brief pause in his laughter, he spoke on her behalf.


    "How did it happen yesterday?"


    "......"


    In response to Cain''s continuation, Laila silently nodded her head.


    "You got carried away and lost your composure all by yourself. I didn''t expect you to be so touchy."


    Cain playfully lowered his body, pressing his lower half against Laila''s buttocks. His erect masculinity rested lengthily between the cleft of her buttocks. Each deliberate exertion of his strength made his member, which sprang up promptly, distinctly felt. Lying on her abdomen, her hand surreptitiously descended and pressed against the mound atop her triangle.