Chapter 14: The Appearance Of Rhett

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But…but weren’t they playmates? When Irene and her mother lived outside the palace, it was thanks to Rhett’s care that they could barely make ends meet. However, her mother still fell ill and left, leaving her alone.

“Of course, Caesar wants to recognize you and hold a grand wedding for us. This way, the connection between our countries will be more stable.”

Irene’s heart, which had just stabilized and wanted to live a good life with Ronald, was shaken again.

She did not want to marry Rhett, but she was thinking that if her father was willing to recognize her, she would be the princess of Murcia. Naturally, she would not have to live in fear like she did now.

But… Ronald was not a killer.

“I came to Croce because I heard that Ronald married Marla, but didn’t she elope with her lover? I also thought that Marla had saved you at that time, so I wanted to try my luck. Thank God, you’re really here. Don’t worry, I’ll take you away.”

Irene looked at the palm on her hand. Rhett’s hand was clean and white. Unlike Ronald, there was a layer of calluses between his fingers.

Her childhood playmate had already grown up. Irene suddenly felt that although Rhett was right in front of her, she could no longer associate this mature man in front of her with a teenager.

Irene pushed Rhett’s hand away and stood up.

Rhett’s hand was hanging by the side, and he looked at Irene in confusion.

Irene’s breathing was a little irregular “Give me some time to think.” With that, she ran away.

It was too sudden. Rhett’s appearance was too sudden. It was too sudden to know that she could regain her identity. Oh God, was God teasing her? She had already planned to be content with the status quo. Why was he telling her now that she had a better choice?

Rhett watched her frantic footsteps and gradually clenched his fists. Why was she so resistant to communicating with him? In Croce, where no one else was around, he should be the one she trusted the most, right?

Ronald pushed the room door open and saw Irene sitting by the bed like she had been on their wedding night.

He walked up to Irene and found her as lifeless as a doll. Ronald was at a loss. He had finally gotten Irene to let go of her fear of him. Why did she change back after attending a banquet?

Ronald squatted in front of Irene and gently placed the shawl on the bed. He placed his large palm on Irene’s face and asked, “Darling, what’s wrong?”

It was her familiar warmth. This was her familiar palm.

Irene’s gaze fell on Ronald’s face. “Ronald, actually, you’re not as cruel and merciless as the rumors say. You’re not a mass murderer, are you? We’ve been together for so long, but I’ve never seen you kill anyone.”

Ronald cursed under his breath. Damn it, he knew that a bastard was spouting nonsense beside Irene’s ear.

He sat on the bed and let Irene Lean on his shoulder. He kissed Irene’s hair and said, “Didn’t you say it was a rumor? I’ll carry you to take a shower and have a good sleep. You’ll be fine tomorrow morning.”

Irene’s voice was muffled. “Why do you like to kiss my hair so much?”

Because it smelled good. He could feel that she was in his arms. The smell of her hair could calm him down. “Because I like you.”

Irene was held in Ronald’s arms. ‘Because I liked you’, the words sounded like thunder in Irene’s heart.

This was the first time that he had said so bluntly that he liked her. Did that mean that he would not kill her anytime he wanted, and that he would be reluctant to do so…