412: HER ANSWER

HER ANSWER

3It had been two years since Lady Jenette and Ironin started exchanging letters.

Count Cromwell suddenly declared during lunch, "Jenette, your engagement is in a month. Your fiancé wants to take you to his grandma's house. I'm sure you don't have any objection."

Lady Jenette froze on the spot. "I heard his grandma lives far away. It could be a week's trip."

"Oh? What of it?" Count Cromwell didn't understand her point.

Lady Jenette hesitantly stated, "Going on a trip with a man before engagement…"

Count Cromwell frowned. "So what? You two are getting married anyway. What's the problem with going out with him? He is trustworthy."

'Trustworthy…' Lady Jenette's fingered tightly held the spoon. 

She could still remember how her 'trustworthy' fiancé looked at her. He never hid his lust when he was with her.

Just thinking about his gaze sent chills down her spine. 

She didn't want to go but she couldn't refuse either.

Her lips quivered as she opened her mouth, "…I understand."

That night, she wrote a letter to Ironin. 

Ironin got the letter two days later. He was sitting under a tree when the messenger bird gave him the letter.

As if he was anticipating the letter, he quickly opened the letter.

After reading for a while, he knitted his eyebrows. His warm eyes turned cold.

He stood up and headed to his palace.

When he was in his room, the Head Butler entered the room. "Master, I've come to inform you… are you going somewhere?" 

He looked at his master who was changing clothes.

"I'm going out for a few days. If something comes up, take care of it on your own." After draping the black cape around him, he went to the stable.

He mounted on his favorite stallion and rode out.

Lady Jenette went to his fiancé's grandmother's house. 

Her fiancé is another Count's son. His name was Wilhelm. 

"Grandmother, this is Jenette, my Jenette," Wilhelm introduced Lady Jenette to his grandmother. "Jenette, meet my grandmother."

"Your Grace, it's an honor to meet you." Lady Jenette bowed. "I've heard so much about you that before I met you, it felt like I was going to meet someone close to me."

The grandmother didn't say anything in reply. Her judgmental eyes scanned her top to bottom. 

"Hmm. So, you are Count Cromwell's daughter. Countess Cromwell gave birth to a beautiful daughter. I hope you can give birth to a beautiful great-grandson."

Her stern apathetic voice made Lady Jenette shiver.

They all cared about an heir. No one thought about how she felt.

As if her feelings were irrelevant.

A noble or a commoner, a woman wasn't viewed as a human. 

Lady Jenette couldn't feel good even though she came to a wonderful place surrounded by nature.

Her heart was empty. Her right hand was itching to write a letter to Ironin. 

However, she couldn't let others know that she had a penfriend. 

Later, Wilhelm came to talk to her in the garden.

"Did you hear what grandmother said? She wants a beautiful great-grandson. You have to work hard for it."

He gave her a lustful gaze as he stated his mind. Slowly, he stepped forward.

Lady Jenette subconsciously stepped back. "What are you doing?"

Wilhelm didn't stop at her question. 

"Did you not hear what I just said? You have to work hard for it. You need to show how good you are at it. You need to show that you are willing, Jenette."

Lady Jenette suddenly felt scared. She became cautious and stepped back until a cold wall touched her back.

She had nowhere to go anymore.

Wilhelm smugly came forward and placed his left hand on the wall.

"Done running?"

"Please stop!" Lady Jenette's lips quivered as she pressed his chest firmly. "We aren't engaged yet."

Wilhelm smirked. "Are you saying it's okay to do it after we are engaged? I thought you were purer than this. Jenette, tell me the truth. You were always horny for me, weren't you?"

Lady Jenette turned pale before blood formed on her face. She felt embarrassed and humiliated. 

More than that, she was disgusted.

Wilhelm didn't give her a chance to answer. He leaned forward to kiss her.

Lady Jenette struggled. She wanted to shout but then she remembered that they were in his territory. 

Helplessness filled her heart. She didn't know how to seek help.

She wanted to cry but she learned not to cry in front of others. 

She did her best to push him away but she couldn't win against the man who had learned swordsmanship since childhood. 

She could feel his breaths inched closer. She tightly shut her eyes. Her face was void of blood. Her blood turned cold.

"Pl…please let go…"

It was the last thing she had ever said to him.

In a flash, something strong came like a wind and threw Wilhelm to the ground.

Startled, lady Jenette opened her eyes.

Wilhelm was also flabbergasted. As a fine warrior, he didn't hear any footsteps approaching them.

He shot glares at the attacker and yelled, "Who are you? How dare you attack us? Guards!"

He called for guards but no one came.

Ironin coldly stared at him before shifting his gaze to the pale girl.2

His heart ached when he saw her like this. He untied his cape and wrapped it around her shoulder.

Only then did he ask her a question. 

"Do you want to be with him?"

Lady Jenette was in a daze. She trembled when she heard his question. When she finally realized that he came to save her, astonishment, relief and happiness washed over her.

Before she knew it, her eyes became teary. 

She sobbed and vigorously shook her head.

She didn't want to get married.

She would rather choose death than get married to a guy like Wilhelm.

Ironin understood her wish. There was a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

Without wasting another minute, he suddenly lowered his body and hugged her thigh. 

"Ahh!"

Lady Jenette yelled in surprise when she was abruptly raised and then was thrown to his shoulder.

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