Chapter 62: You’re My Wife, I’ll Protect You
Rihannan’s gaze turned downcast. Whenever Igor called her name with slightly raised lips, a sort of welling sadness formed in her caged heart.
He rarely called her by her name, if ever…
“I want you to call me by my name too, Rihannan. Igor. Call me that. Is this okay with you?”
Tears had fallen, almost. His carefree smile brought her back to their first meeting. The painful memories had been wiped out and only the memory of that boy in the garden remained. She hoped this could last.
“Yes,” Rihannan bit her lips and answered.
“Rihannan, I know you’re in a difficult position and I can’t imagine how you feel, but I’d like to make it clear to you that I’ve no intention of treating you like a hostage. You’re my wife. I’ll protect you from any danger. Don’t be nervous, please…”
His voice was gentle.
Rihannan nodded her head. It would have been nice if he was like this in their past life, but she was satisfied. This, too, was enough.
She never had any thoughts of getting back at him when given a second chance at life. And she was not capable of revenge and did not want to repeat a life full of hatred and pain. There was no point to cause Igor suffering when he had done nothing to her in this life. And she could have caused her father and Leticia further troubles and misery, but kicking them out was enough.
A life plagued with revenge was never her goal, only to live peacefully, quietly, and happily.
Living a second life with thoughts of revenge, what was the point? She would only drown further in darkness. Rihannan did not want that life. Life was short; why waste it on sadness and despair?
And their relationship would end within a year. She hoped this life would treat her well, hoped they could live without hatred.
Then, when her body is old and withered, she would love to rest quietly with nature… among the wildflowers.
This was the life she hoped to live – peace and quiet.
The royal carriage left the mansion an hour later. A red-headed woman watched them from afar since their arrival. To be precise, not long after their arrival, the woman scurried and hid in seclusion. Nothing good would come if her presence was noticed.
As she hid in the dark forest, the woman saw two figures walking towards the carriage. They talked affectionately like lovers. The man’s appearance was beautiful and ethereal. He was tall, had broad shoulders, and silky black hair… a face of perfect harmony. He was a man perfect for her.
While looking at the man with ecstatic eyes, her eyes landed on the silver-haired woman standing within reach. Her face suddenly distorted.
“Madam? Madam Leticia…”
Leticia turned around at the sound of a voice calling her from behind. It was the plump horseman looking at her nervously.
“We have to go now. If it…”
“Okay, shut up!”
The fidgeting horseman shut his lips and Leticia turned her head back, her glaring eyes directed towards the royal carriage. The branch in her grip snapped.
“It’s all because of you…”
Tears formed around her eyes.
“If it wasn’t for you, I would… by now… I would…”
A slight sob escaped her lips. Her gaze was full of resentment and hatred.
She did not leave the place ‘till the carriage disappeared completely from her view.