The Revenge Kidnapping Drama's Transmigrated Female Lead - Chapter 36
His thick eyebrows, rebellious gaze, straight nose, and sensual lips immediately caught her attention. His red hair, as if he had just finished washing, was still damp. As he tilted his head, transparent droplets of water dripped down his bronze-toned skin.
“You’re here.”
Serdin let out a slight hiss, sweeping his wet hair back.
“I was wondering if I should drag you here since you weren’t coming on your own.”
With each beat of his speech, his sturdy neck rose and fell. Her gaze briefly met his eyes before settling on his pupils.
His golden eyes, reminiscent of a fierce predator, stared piercingly at her. Just meeting that gaze made the heat rise to her face, so Psyche lowered her eyes.
“……I have something to say.”
“To say? Whatever it is, come in and say it.”
Before she could respond, Serdin grabbed her arm and pulled her forcefully. With a thud, the door shut loudly behind them.
Whether Psyche flinched or not, Serdin dragged her swiftly somewhere. Her wrist throbbed from the forceful grip. She twisted her body and shouted,
“Ah, it hurts……!”
The man who had been moving with large strides without consideration suddenly stopped. Serdin glanced at Psyche’s wrist. On her pale and delicate skin, red marks from his hand had appeared.
“Damn it.”
He irritably ran his fingers through his hair. As a fresh fragrance reminiscent of fruit wafted strongly, Psyche flinched. Serdin, who had been glaring at her wrist with tightly closed lips, loosened his grip.
“…Follow me quietly. Unless you want to be dragged around again.”
Psyche clutched her previously captured wrist and slowly followed him. Serdin headed to his bedroom.
Soft lighting languidly caressed the large bed. He closed the bedroom door and slumped down on the edge of the bed. Psyche hesitated at the doorway, rolling her eyes anxiously. A strange silence settled in the bedroom, where dim lighting and pale moonlight were all there was. Serdin, who had been fixing his expressionless gaze on the floor, closed his eyes tightly before opening them again.
“Haah…”
He let out a deep sigh while rubbing his face. Moving only his eyes, he looked at the woman who was much smaller than him. Feeling his piercing gaze, Psyche trembled slightly. His golden eyes, which had captured her reaction completely, sank even darker.
“…What do you want to say? Speak quickly, I don’t have time.”
While outwardly pretending to be restless and biting her lower lip firmly, Psyche internally organized what words to say and what expressions to show to Serdin.
Tonight, she needed to appear more pitiful than anyone else. To greatly shake his heart, she needed to stimulate his sympathy and guilt.
She slowly closed and opened her eyes. After carefully crafting her expression to look as miserable as possible, she cautiously parted her lips.
“Can’t we… just pretend?”
“What?”
His face immediately crumpled into a fierce expression. She hastily added more words.
“You’re doing this now to prove that you’re violating me, right? So couldn’t we just pretend? If we’re sending audio instead of video… that should work too…”
Her voice grew smaller towards the end. The more she spoke, the more his expression hardened. Psyche closed her mouth and anxiously watched his reaction. Serdin, who had been staring at her intently, let out a scoffing laugh, Pfft.
“And here I was wondering what you’d say.”
Then he got up from the bed and strode toward her.
“Not even worth listening to.”
“Se-Serdin…”
In an instant, Serdin approached right in front of Psyche and bent down toward her. Psyche unconsciously held her breath. As the man, easily twice the size of an average woman, blocked her path, her body shrank with instinctive fear.
Paradoxically, the more terrified she felt of him, the more intense her desire became. She wanted to throw away all plans and be taken countless times in this strong male’s arms. As she tried to discreetly steady her slightly quickened breathing, his chillingly low voice fell close by.
“Just take off your clothes. Stop spouting useless words.”
Psyche swallowed hard while clutching her robe. As she shook her head and stepped back, his gaze grew even colder.
“Don’t make me say it twice. Take them off. Before I do it myself.”
“Please don’t…”
Her thin, trembling voice sounded pitiful. Just as Serdin, grinding his teeth, reached out toward her-
“Brother won’t release Ruon no matter what you do to me!”
Psyche shouted with her eyes tightly shut, clutching her robe with all her might. His movement stopped abruptly. Hoping desperately for tears to come, she parted her lips.
“The fact that Brother still hasn’t sent Ruon back… means exactly that. It means he won’t even blink… no matter what you do to me.”
