If You Leave Without a Word - Chapter 103
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If only she could go back to before their wedding, she would avoid getting entangled with this man. But she knew that such regrets and self-reproach were useless. Agatha pushed away Cain’s hand, which was steadily moving downward, and sat up.
“Stop it. I don’t want to do this with you anymore.”
It was the coldest attitude she had ever shown since knowing Cain. She had always responded with gratitude and politeness, no matter what he said or did.
Cain’s face twisted with discomfort as his hand, now hovering in mid-air, found no place to go.
“What did you just say?”
“I said I don’t want to do this with you.”
As she spoke, Agatha glared at him. The memory of his disdainful looks, as if she was beneath his notice, when he entered the mansion after being enthralled with his mistress, was still fresh in her mind.
She vividly remembered how he had disappeared without a word, as if touching something filthy. She couldn’t understand how he could now act as if nothing had happened and climb into her bed.
Furrowing her brows and looking up with intensity, it was clear she was glaring at him. Cain must have been very taken aback by this firm stance and clear rejection from Agatha, something he had never seen before.
Her fingers trembled as she tried to bring her legs together and turn her body away. Afraid that Cain might notice her trembling, she hurriedly shifted her position.
“…Today, the wife seem like a different person.”
Who was he to talk?
“But there’s one thing you seem to have forgotten.”
“Ah….”
Agatha intended to get off the bed completely, feeling his warmth and scent up close was too stimulating for her. However, before she could even lower one foot to the floor, Cain’s large hand grabbed her and pulled her back onto the bed.
He seized her wrists, pinning her to the bed, and quickly positioned himself above her.
Her brief attempt to escape was futile; the difference in their strength was significant.
With arms more than twice as thick as hers, there was no way she could win. Frustrated, Agatha could only wait for Cain to come down on his own as she bit her lip and looked up at him.
Such harsh words confirmed that, for him, this act was purely instinct and duty. The thought made her feel humiliated, and her breath grew heavier with anger.
“Remember, we are still husband and wife.”
Cain whispered into her ear, lowering his head as if to kiss her.
His breath was hot as he spoke, and it made Agatha’s shoulder tremble. Cain raised himself up from his position.
“So.”
The mocking curve of his lips settling into a cold line. His face, already cold, turned terrifyingly stern without any expression.
A paralyzing sense of dread enveloped Agatha.
“Don’t make excuses, Wife.”
Cain commanded, he was not asking. He then grabbed her knees and pulled them roughly.
Agatha tried to resist, but it was useless. Her breathing became labored.
“You welcome me so warmly, yet you tell me to leave. How does that work?”
“Wait a moment… I told you to stop.”
“Judging by how your body trembles, it seems you didn’t truly want to push me away.”
He replied, moving gently as if to finish what he had started.
“Your words are cold, but your cheeks are burning hot.”
“That’s—”
“It’s fortunate that your body is honest even if your words aren’t. Your duality only excites me more, you know.”
His crude words were meant to humiliate her. If others knew that the noble Duchess Kristin lay beneath a man who cherished another woman, enduring such mockery…
Just beyond the door, there were likely at least half a dozen attendants standing guard.
In the stillness of this early morning, Cain’s low voice could easily carry through the walls. Surely, he couldn’t have meant to say such things intentionally.
The thought of it sent a shiver down Agatha’s spine, her face paling at the thought. Why was Cain tormenting her so? Was he so desperate for the mistress he left in Arta that he needed to take out his frustrations on her?
As if soothing a child, Cain gently caressed her with feather-light touches before suddenly invading her without warning.
Agatha gasped, completely unprepared for his intrusion. Cain’s weight pressed down on her, rendering her immobile, and he seemed to take pleasure in her helplessness.
It was almost laughable. Her heart had already pushed him away, but the sensations he evoked in her body washed over her like waves, drawing her into an unwilling ecstasy. Despite her desire to reject him, her body responded to his touch.
Despising herself for not having the strength to push him away, Agatha closed her eyes tightly and bit her lip, trying to think of anything else.
Of course, Cain, perceptive as ever, disrupted even that small reprieve.
