140: 14 Do You Regret It?

14 Do You Regret It?

Nuri’s POV

When I got home, Sibyl was still asleep.

She was lying in the bed where we made love last night. Her long brown hair lay algae-like on the pillow, her cheeks were rosy and delicate, and her eyelids were visibly swollen from her crying last night.

Her swollen eyes were not as pretty as usual.

The warm sun shone in through the window, gilding her sweet face with a soft golden light.

I sat on the chair across from the bed with a book in my hand. But God knows I can't read a word. My eyes are fixed on Sibyl as she sleeps.

After a while, she woke up.

She yawned, then wrapped herself in the quilt and laid lazily on the bed. Although her eyelids were swollen from crying, her eyes were still as clear as water. She was lazy and dazed when she first woke up, looking at me blankly.

I feel like I can't talk all of a sudden.

What am I supposed to say to her?

If she regrets what happened last night, will she blame me?

She came to her senses and ducked under the covers like a fish, breathing hard and her face burning.

“Sibyl.” I stood by the bed, looked down at her, and called her name.

She hid under the covers like a snail in its shell. I looked at the quilt and suddenly worried if she was crying.

I don't want her to cry. I've seen her cry too much, and I don't want to see her cry because of me.

I had taken her chastity last night, and she was my wife now, so I seized the quilt from her and removed it.

The warm blanket was gone. Sibyl, who was only wearing a nightdress, felt cold at first and then had to hide in the quilt again.

She was like a gopher, and she turned so fast that I couldn't react. I found that she was going to get into the quilt. I leaned over and hugged her tightly from behind.

My heart is hot, but my clothes are cold. Sibyl shivered as she ducked away from my gaze.

I felt her cold. I grabbed the quilt next to her and wrapped it around her. Then I took Sibyl, who was wrapped in a quilt, into my arms and pressed her against my broad chest.

Sibyl only had her head out and her hands were wrapped in the quilt, so she tried to cover her face but couldn't.

When I looked at her face from the left, she tilted her head to the right. Then my head turned to the right, and she immediately turned to the left.

Why is she avoiding me? I was a bit anxious, put her on the bed, and then pressed her body.

Sibyl's red face was forced to be exposed under my eyes.

She didn't cry. I was relieved.

“Why are you avoiding me? Do you regret it?”

Sibyl closed her eyes and sheepishly explained, “I'm not avoiding you, I'm just...”

Sibyl was embarrassed.

I continued, “You just didn't expect to have s.ex with me so soon?”

Sibyl nodded, her ears burning red.

My eyes were on fire, too, and I looked straight into her blushing face.

Although she has been married to me for less than a month, she looks a little different now than when I first met her. I remember my grandma telling me that Sibyl was not doing well in the palace. My first impression of her was that she was thin and timid. But now her cheeks had some girlish roundness, and her delicate skin was beginning to look healthy. She was now more like a flower that had just bloomed than a poor little kitty that had no one to shelter her in the cold and rain.

More importantly, she's under me now.

Look at her quivering eyelashes, “I know you were forced to marry me,” I said hoarsely. “But now that we're married, and the marriage doesn't seem to hurt me. So, I'm not going to change wives in the future. Do you understand what I'm saying?”

She looked at me with big eyes and nodded.

“I'm not an irresponsible man. You've become my real wife. As long as you listen to me, do not betray me, do not deceive me, I will not leave you. No matter what you've been through at the Palace, you're Mrs. Rodriguez now, and I won't let anyone bully you, not even the Queen.”

Her eyes became wet. Now she's like a poor girl who's been neglected for so long.

I sighed in my heart. She's innocent. Although I can't forget the sins her father committed against my family, I can't let her take the blame. As long as she's completely cut off from the royal family, I'm not going to give her a hard time.

That's the best I can do for a woman.

She put her shoulder against mine and cried out all her unspeakable grievances and remorse.

I held her quietly and let her cry. I opened the quilt, put her in my arms, and let her cry against me.

After a while, she was done crying. Her voice changed from crying to sobbing, and, in the end, there was no sobbing.

Her tears were all over my clothes.

She felt the wetness of my coat. She removed her head from my chest and said, covering her eyes, “Please change your coat. I'm sorry I got it wet.”

I took off my coat and there was only a white silk shirt inside.

I threw my coat on the hanger and lay down on the bed again, holding my wife in my arms.

I held her wrist. “Why are you covering your eyes?”

Sibyl whispered, “My eyes are swollen from crying. It's so ugly.”

I chuckled and gently pulled her hand off.

Sibyl closed her eyes.

My kiss touched her swollen eyes and whispered, “Why did you cry so much last night?”

Sibyl kept her eyes closed and didn't answer me.

“Open your eyes and answer me.” I want to know the answer to this question.

“You are too strong.” Sibyl's voice was inaudible.

I froze for a few seconds, then snickered. I did get a little crazy late last night, not thinking about her body.

“Do you still feel pain?” I have never been so gentle.

She hid half her face under the quilt, revealing only her beautiful red eyes.

She looks like a rabbit.

When she heard my question, she shook her head and then nodded.

“Too big. I'm afraid of him,” she whispered again.

“You'll get used to him,” I kissed her on the forehead. “You'll love him later.” 0

She shrank shyly under the covers again.

“If you feel uncomfortable during s.ex, just tell me and I'll adjust my movements,” I said, and I felt like my member was waking up.

He pressed against Sibyl's thigh and she shrank in fear.

“I'm not doing anything today. Are you hungry?” I changed the subject, or I was afraid I would lose control of myself.

I left the quilt, helped her out of bed, and watched her get dressed.

She is wearing a blue dress today, with a white petticoat underneath. She sat at the table with her skirt stacked like a daffodil. There was only a silver hairpin in her thick golden-brown hair. Her snow-white neck was long and beautiful, and her flower-like face was so tender that I wanted to bite it.

She was even shyer when I looked at her. She turned her head and said, “Is the food ready?”

I turned to the servant standing at the door. “Is breakfast ready?”

Soon, the servant brought up a bowl of porridge and some bread.

This bowl is the kind of big bowl that is often used in the south. The servant put a full bowl of porridge in it.

Sibyl stirred the porridge in the bowl with a spoon, frowning.

“Can't finish it?” I asked her.

Sibyl nodded. “Too much.”

Oh, she's said “Too much” several times since last night. She still needs some time to get used to living with me.

I picked up a small bowl on the table and ladled some porridge onto it. Then I pushed the small bowl in front of her and put the big bowl in front of me. “Don't worry, I'll eat with you.”

As I ate the porridge, I continued to look at her.

She eats with elegance. Her cherry-like lips parted, she took the spoon in her mouth and chewed it carefully.

For the first time, I found her eating so good-looking.

Sibyl couldn't stand the sight of me. She lowered her head. “You... If you look at me again, I can't eat.”

I immediately focused on my food to prove that I would never look at her again.

Sibyl finally relaxed.

I eat quickly. After eating porridge, my heart is at peace.

I still hate the Emperor and queen. But they did at least one good thing.

They married Sibyl to me.

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