If You Leave Without a Word - Chapter 48
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“No matter how much you force it, it’s futile. It’s already too late, far too late. Haven’t you heard the news that Cain has personally obtained the Emperor’s approval for our marriage? What you’re doing right now is daring to disregard the Emperor, who granted the marriage approval. Why don’t you understand that the Emperor will surely issue a decree before Cain himself aims a gun at you? Why are you oblivious to that?”
Under John Calvino’s body, all Agatha could do was verbally provoke him. Even her hands were restrained, and struggling against him was futile.
Anger was the only thing that could push aside the immediate lust. If that was the case, she had to keep touching his sore spot, even if it meant getting her hair pulled and slapped.
“How amusing, baby. Hiding behind that scoundrel makes you think you’ve become something? You’re just a pitiful orphan who can’t do anything alone. Maybe he’s holding onto you because of your somewhat decent appearance, but even that feeble favor will wither away if you let another man touch you. You’re the one who knows nothing, Agatha Kristin, foolish and pitiful.”
“Even if what you say is true, that Sir Cain’s regard for me is just shallow favor, it doesn’t matter. The important thing is that he and I are engaged, and we’ll soon have a wedding. Everyone in the capital knows this fact. If you lay a hand on me, it’s the same as publicly challenging him to a duel. Will Sir Cain just stand idly by if someone harms his woman?”
A hesitant expression briefly crossed John’s face. There seemed to be a glimmer of hope. Agatha swallowed hard.
“I’ll say it again. If you let me go now, and ensure that Liana and I can safely return, I won’t say anything to Sir Cain. So, step aside.”
John raised his head and stared into the air, seemingly lost in thought. Thanks to that, the grip on her arms loosened a bit.
Seizing the opportunity, Agatha forcefully pulled her arm out and pushed John away. However, John was a bit faster and grabbed her again.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Let go, please.”
“Hmm. Begging is better than yelling, it seems.”
The sneering laughter sent shivers down her spine.
The flicker of hope Agatha had barely managed to ignite vanished into the darkness in an instant. It seemed like he was convinced. Agatha bit her lip grimly.
With even greater force, John pressed down on Agatha’s body and slowly bent his waist.
“Let’s do it once. After that, I’ll let you go safely.”
“Are you crazy, John Calvino?”
“As you said, I’m a crazy bastard. What’s there to be scared of? And even though I’m a crazy bastard, I’m not a fool to take a woman stolen by some man.”
“No, no. Think again.”
“Ah. Stop yelling. It’s noisy.”
“No, please, no!”
John used his large hand to cover Agatha’s mouth. Then, with his other hand, he started tearing off her dress. Rip, rip. Under his brutal touch, the delicate fabric tore apart haphazardly.
“Why are there so many damn strings? It’s irritating.”
Liana, treating Agatha’s first proper outing like a military operation, layered multiple garments around her, serving as armor. To undress, one would have to untie dozens of knots, forcefully remove the corset, and even spend a considerable amount of time untying the lingerie within.
However, even that was short-lived. John’s movements, muttering curses as the clothes stubbornly refused to come off, became increasingly rough.
“Ugh! Ugh!”
There was no more way to restrain John. The suffocating fear that something bad might happen overwhelmed Agatha. If she died, she died; but that couldn’t happen. Faced with John’s relentless gaze, focused on undressing her, Agatha slowly moved her arms. The dropped pouch should be somewhere nearby. Please, please reach it, please. She gasped for breath.
Thud. Something brushed against her fingertips. Agatha immediately realized it was the object she had dropped.
Oh, thank you, Lord. With trembling hands, she hastily untied the pouch strings. Something thin and long was caught. It was the seal Cain had given her.
Agatha slowly took out the seal and hid it behind her back. Meanwhile, John continued to mutter curses, pulling and tugging at the dress.
“If you ever find yourself in a dangerous situation, take this out and thrust it into the neck of the person threatening you.”
The neck. Agatha recalled Cain’s explanation that it was the most vulnerable part of the human body, where a single blow could be fatal. He had mentioned that women with weak grips might end up unable to inflict proper wounds and leave room for retaliation if they attacked the torso, limbs, and the like.
“I don’t expect the moment to use this would come. What if I end up killing someone, or cause a fatal injury? Isn’t it too dangerous?”
Agatha, who had never harmed anyone before, was horrified by the idea of stabbing someone in the neck and asked this question. Although the saying goes that the best defense is a good offense, she wondered what would happen if she actually ended up killing someone.
“It’s still okay. Prioritize your safety. There’s no need to show mercy to someone who poses a threat to you.”
“Even so…”
“Even if you end up killing someone, I’ll take care of the aftermath. So, don’t worry.”
