The Revenge Kidnapping Drama's Transmigrated Female Lead - Chapter 34
Her eyes wavered nervously. She had known this might happen, but facing it in reality made her feel disheartened. Psyche’s lips twitched as she cautiously asked,
“What about Ruon…… what happened?”
This time, Terche did not respond. After waiting for a long while with no sign of his tightly closed lips parting, she bit the inside of her cheek firmly. Realizing she had asked a pointless question, she regretted it when a soft voice reached her ears.
“Shall I show you?”
“……No.”
As she shook her head, he tilted his chin to the side and stared intently at her. His gaze alone, which evoked a sense of tension, made her flinch and tremble.
Why was he looking at her with such eyes? Was it because Ruon was severely injured again, and he wanted to retaliate in the same way? Terche Fontos was the kind of man who could do that and still remain. In the original story, when the main characters decided to assault Psyche, he was the only one who opposed that opinion. It wasn’t for Psyche’s sake. He judged that responding with ‘an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth’ was appropriate.
‘Rezus is the head of Arje, so I wouldn’t question his decisions……’
She considered the possibility. If he insisted firmly that he needed to break both of her arms even now, Rezus might change his mind.
A moment of fear crossed her face. Terche, who had been casually looking down at Psyche, began to speak.
“As you already know from Helios.”
A most courteous voice flowed from his lips anew.
“We have decided to ravage you in turns.”
Ironically, the first emotion Psyche felt at that moment was relief. Fearing that Terche might read her expression, she quickly averted her gaze from him. His eyes briefly touched her neck before moving away.
“I believe you understand that resisting would be futile.”
He was telling her not to weaken by resisting needlessly. Psyche tried to nod obediently but hesitated. Even after hearing such words, if she behaved meekly, he might think it was strange. She recalled the attitude she had shown to the male leads so far and quickly thought of the most appropriate words to say in this situation.
“……You’re treating me like this.”
Psyche paused for a moment, then added in a slightly trembling voice.
“Do you know that what you did is absolutely unjustifiable?”
Terche neither affirmed nor denied her words. She bit her lower lip firmly and glared at him.
“……You have no right to slander my brother.”
Then, taking a deep breath, she continued speaking clearly and in a strong tone.
“Who insults whom when they’re both the same trash?”
Terche examined her face, which clearly showed no filtering of hostility, as if searching for something. He slowly leaned his upper body toward her.
“Psyche.”
A man with a blank expression, as if devoid of humanity, came into close view. Just as she couldn’t bring herself to face that cold face and lowered her eyes, he continued speaking.
“Why don’t you just plead instead? It might be more effective than those clumsy accusations.”
“……”
“If you plead while crying with that face, it might be quite a sight.”
She flinched and lifted her gaze. The man was scanning her face thoroughly with his intense eyes. In that moment, she felt as if she might be devoured by his piercing gaze.
Clang—! A sharp noise scratched past her ears. Her shoulders shrank in surprise. Psyche turned her head to locate the source of the commotion. A silver fork lay on the ivory-colored marble floor.
‘……Did I drop it? I was sure I was holding it tightly.’
Seeing that what she was holding in her hand had disappeared, Psyche felt certain that she had indeed dropped it. She sensed something was wrong, but she thought it best to pick up the fallen fork first.
Psyche lowered her thick eyelashes and bent her waist. As she reached out to pick up the fork, their hands brushed against each other. In that moment, their eyes met directly. They were so close that they could fully sense each other’s presence. This was because Terche had stood up from his seat and bent over.
Unconsciously taking a breath, Psyche stiffened her expression at the overwhelming scent. The same fragrance that the intruder had last night was emanating from him—a sweet and intensely sharp aroma that tingled her nose.
Unable to gauge her own expression, she quickly averted her gaze. She tried to act nonchalant while picking up the fork, but he was faster.
“Psyche.”
Terche called her as he picked up the fork in a deeper voice. His warm breath tickled her cheek. It was only then that Psyche realized his face was closer than she had thought and that the airflow had subtly changed.
Carefully ensuring her shaky breaths weren’t noticeable, she slowly straightened her back. Similarly, Terche straightened his waist and handed the fork to Psyche. She swallowed dryly and took the fork from him. Once again, their hands touched. Psyche was the first to withdraw her hand.
“Go to Serdin’s room tonight.”
