Chapter 79 – Nemesis (2)
Grace approached Isabella with a smile on her lips. The only sound he could hear was his own footsteps on the floor of his quiet house.
“Do we have anything to talk about?”
Saying that, Grace pulled the chair back, suppressing the thrill that ran through his body. Hearing the wood scrape the floor, she sat down at her table and looked at Isabella.
Her eyes had never left her own eyes. Grace thought she had a funny look. There was a certain unknown confidence in her eyes that she could figure herself out simply by looking.
What an arrogant act.
Grace lightly licked her upper lip. Seeing her actions, she smiled as she confirmed that Isabella’s expression was tinged with displeasure for a moment.
“If you want to sneak into an ownerless house like a rat and wait for the owner to come, then it must be a pretty important story, right?”
Grace leaned back comfortably on her back and looked at her.
“Let’s see where it goes. That story.”
When she finished, Isabella gave a ha-ha laugh, the corner of her mouth twitching on one side of hers, then lifted her eyes and leaned over her table.
“Grace.”
“Hasn’t Tongseong already been named?”
“What the hell are you doing?”
Grace could feel the gaze fixed on her skin on her skin. She felt a light thrill where her gaze scanned her.
Enjoying the pleasure and strange stimulation that sensation brought her, Grace tilted her head as she calmly checked the tips of her nails.
“What? There’s no way you didn’t investigate my background? Hunter. I’m here to hunt wild animals that seem to have increased in this area recently. Can you show me the proof?”
You couldn’t find it
She stopped checking the tips of her manicured nails and raised her gaze. Their eyes met, and there was a moment of heavy silence.
And it was Isabella’s cold voice that broke the silence.
“Therefore.”
Isabella leaned more towards her table, staring into Grace’s face.
“How could there be no record other than that?”
A sly smile crept across Isabella’s lips. A smile that can’t feel even a single grain of joy.
Grace, in contrast, smiled brightly, closed her eyes gently, and trembled slightly.
It was fun.
That someone is curious about you, and that no matter how hard you try, you can’t solve your curiosity about yourself.
Grace enjoyed it. To be precise, she remained a secretive person, unlike the other person, and enjoyed his attention.
“It is a secret.”
Saying that, Grace lightly closed one of his eyes.
Mutual trust is built on mutual exchange.
Relationships are formed based on the process of getting to know each other and the intimacy that arises between them, so people confide secrets to each other as they get closer.
Grace was the kind of person who thought that kind of people were stupid.
For her, giving her own information to her opponent was like gifting her a well-honed sword.
To open her heart to her partner was to loosen the front seams of her clothes and reveal her chest.
“I’m not that attractive to people who pry on me.”
Saying that, Grace gave a small smile.
Being close is, in the end, holding a knife with all the clothes off and exposed to external dangers.
At first, you will feel a strong bond with each other. Because we know everything about ourselves, our thoughts, tastes, and weaknesses, we have the false idea that we are the same kind.
But at some point, if things go wrong with each other.
The two stare at each other. The gaze naturally goes to the neck, chest, and stomach.
Confused about which side to stab, thinking about who would lift the blade first.
Because I can’t stand the sight of rolling my stupid head while rolling my eyeballs.
She could not tolerate exposing herself to harm.
Grace was always the one to have the upper hand.
“But, what are you so curious about?”
Grace gently tapped her tabletop with her fingers. Isabella’s expression was full of displeasure as if she was bothered by the crackling sound.
Oh, really.
“Does it matter where I am from or what I did to get here?”
What a pure and stupid woman this is.
“What you want to say is Mason, not me.”
Upon hearing her words, Isabella did not show any action. She seemed unmoved by Grace’s provocations.
Then I have to scrape it gently from my side.
“Are you uncomfortable with me around Mason?”
It’s unpleasant yes?
“Don’t you like it? Do you really want to kill me?”
You want to get rid of it Every time I hang out next to you, a dark murderous intent flows from you.
“But what? I’m not going to be as good as you are.”
What a noble lady she had grown up to live in this small town, knowing that her petty power was omnipotent.
Did she wake up in the greenhouse with light, water and healthy soil and grew up knowing that she was the best?
I can’t wait to break her small nose.
“Do you think you can be anything?”
The greenhouse is destroyed, and the rain pours down relentlessly from the sky and the merciless storm is not even met.
How stupidly happy she would have been, in her own kingdom, her own glaze and pitiful.
“I feel sorry for you.”
She put four syllables in her mouth with her heart.
Grace got up from the back of her chair and leaned her arm on his table. She looked at Isabella’s face, expressionless but unable to hide the shadow that had begun to cast heavily on her eyes.
She pushed her face closer. Isabella did not dodge.
And after pushing her face in enough to feel each other’s breathing,
“Mason, will I kill you?”
Grace said in a voice full of laughter.
Tongue rolling in her mouth, vocal chords vibrating, breath bouncing out of her mouth.
After a moment of silence, Isabella spurred her seat and stood up.
But it was faster for Grace to stick her Isabella on her table than for her chair to fall to the floor.
Bang-! Rumble!
Before Isabella could properly judge what had happened, she had her cheek crushed by the rough kitchen table. Her hard forearms held her head in place, fingers wrapped around her thin neck.
“Oh, did you think of running after knowing who I was?”
Grace could no longer hide the pleasure in her voice. With a voice full of the sheer joy this situation brings, she whispered in Isabella’s ear as she rose towards the sky.
“You still can’t understand the situation?”
The words she uttered, she must have sunk deeper into Isabella than anything else.
She loved the jolt she felt on her fingertips each time she flinched to stand up. So she tightened her hand even more violently.
Her struggle to shake off soon subsided, until she could not control her trembling in pain.
The painful groan from Isabella’s mouth was more irritating than any other sound.
Poor rich girl.
“That I couldn’t find a person’s record.”
Because he lived as the head of a flock in an affluent pen, and served as a king wearing a coat of arms inferior to that cloth.
“You should have thought there might be a reason for that.”
Aren’t they afraid of wolves roaming outside the fence surrounding the pasture?
“You don’t even know how well your father raised you.”
As she told the story of her father, Isabella’s eyes widened for a moment. She suppressed her purple eyes with an impassive gaze, like a hound dog unable to control her anger.
It’s ridiculous.
Grace pressed her lips against her ear as if they were about to kiss her. She made sure that every movement of her lips could be clearly conveyed.
“Remember today.”
She whispered softly into Isabella’s ear.
This shame, this horror, and her own powerlessness.
“It’s probably the most humiliating day of your life.”
And Grace, let Isabella go.
“Two.”
Finally, he forgot to spit the saliva from her mouth into Isabella’s face.
Grace brushed her hands and got down from her desk, but Isabella didn’t stand up right away. Her disillusionment and inability to control her body, which trembled with hatred, ugliness clearly came into her eyes as she frantically breathed in her and did not think to stand up right away.
It was lovely.
It was reminiscent of a wildcat hissing into the air with its limbs tied, trying to bite it somehow.
But that was it for today.
Grace again sat down at the table opposite. She stood up, wiping the drool from her cheek with her sleeve, and stroking her disheveled hair, watching her every action.
And as her Isabella glared at her, suppressing her wounded pride, she squinted at her door.
“You have to go back. Our princess.”
Use her tongue to lick open wounds in an imaginary fortress made of chairs and blankets.
“Father will wait for you.”
The more you think about it, the more you feel and get angry.
Isabella did not move. However, Grace did not stop provoking her, smiling more brightly than any smile she had ever shown.
“Come on, it’s time for your mother to call you for lunch.”
It’s better if it’s covered with germs on that rough tongue and rummages through it.
And when those words were finished, Grace felt a rage she had never felt before.
The grisly malice, the skin-scratching flesh, the gaze of an evil rattlesnake that wants to bite your neck and pump venom into your veins at any moment.
However, Isabella was more patient than she expected.
Grace did not turn her head as she slowly straightened her clothes and heard a sound past her toward her door.
The sound of the door being opened sounded miserable today.
As Isabella is about to lift her foot and step out of her door,
“Really.”
Grace still said in a passing voice without even turning her head.
“I’ll pretend I got the invitation. Can I go with Mason tomorrow?”
I didn’t hear an answer, but I didn’t hear the sound of the door closing either. Grace gave Isabella time to respond, but in the end it was she who ran out of patience first.
“Answer.”
After an eternity of time that is but a moment,
“… Tomorrow afternoon, three o’clock.”
The door slammed shut with a force that shook the cabin, leaving behind a voice that sounded like it was gritted teeth, never heard before.
“… The temperament.”
Grace muttered softly and took a deep breath. Then, suddenly, she felt a sense of incongruity and uneasiness somewhere, and groped her body to find the cause.
“Ah…”
Soon she found the reason without difficulty. As she slipped her hand for a moment between her bib and pants, under another thin piece of fabric, she could feel the dampness on her fingertips.
“I have to change… ♥”
