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Daphne resisted the powerful attraction of the hot body behind her, her fingernails long against the railing. She turned around and fiercely scratched Judyah, leaving five deep blood marks on her face and neck.
"Judyah!" She turned around, leaning against the railing, tears filling her eyes. "I saved you, but you put the medicine on my table. I don't care who you are, you have no right to seek my pity, let alone fight for anything. Do you know what disaster you're bringing upon yourself?"
Judyah Covering the wound on his face, he lowered his head, and his disheveled hair covered half of his face, making it impossible to see his expression.
"I'm very sorry," he finally said softly.
Daphne wiped away the frozen tears on her face, then turned and jumped off the railing. The piercing cold wind seeped through every seam of her gown as she landed heavily on the snow, covering her body with crushed snowflakes. Some bright red blood oozed from her broken elbow and knee, quickly freezing into ice shards. Daphne was afraid of being frozen in the snow, so she struggled to get up while brushing off the ice particles from her body.
"It hurts so much, it's so uncomfortable... big brother," she said, wiping away the tears that kept flowing, crying softly.
Stumbling along the castle wall for a while, under the effects of time and temperature, Daphne felt the medicine slowly wearing off. However, a sense of weakness and exhaustion filled every muscle, coupled with the cold outside, making her movements slow and difficult.
"Brother..."
The castle of Josie's home was just too big, and all she could see on her way there were cold, neatly arranged wall tiles. She didn't know how long she had been walking, but Daphne finally found a closed crimson door. Although she didn't know where it led, she still rushed up to it and turned the handle.
inside is locked. This should be a room for living.
Daphne felt tired in her legs. It's really cold outside, and her evening gown is too thin to shield her from the cold wind.
She slowly knelt outside this door, leaning her head gently against the door panel, and closed her eyes.
Just as she was about to fall asleep, the vermilion door was suddenly turned from the inside and opened inward.
"Miss Daphne?!" Bell saw the person lying outside and widened his eyes in surprise.
He bent down and caught her soft waist, lifting her up directly.
Returning from the icy wilderness to the warmth of a fire-lit room, Daphne's fading consciousness struggled for a moment before gradually returning. She opened her dazed eyes and looked at the person holding her, a pale face with short golden hair that was unfamiliar yet somehow familiar... Was it William?
"No," she shook her head, finally remembering.
This man was not Jeffrey William, but Jeffrey's brother, the one who had been kicked to death by his brother for offending her.
"Mr. William... Daphne instinctively pushed away from his chest, trying to struggle out from between his arms. 'You... weren't you kicked to death by my brother?'
'I... kicked to death?' Bell's footsteps paused, his face stiffening. 'Is that what Lord Vanthro told you?'"
Daphne sneered, refusing to speak any longer. She extended her nails and scratched at his neck.
"Tsk!" Bell was caught off guard and felt a sharp pain on his neck. He instinctively loosened his arms.
Here is a king-size bed, Daphne sank directly into the soft mattress, unable to climb out no matter how hard she tried.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Bell..." Daphne looked at his expressionless face, trembling as she backed into the corner, pleading, "I'm very uncomfortable right now. Could you please go upstairs and find my brother? Please..."
The person he has been longing for day and night is now lying on his bed, seemingly lacking energy for some reason, appearing completely weak.
Bell finally noticed her unusual condition. He never expected to encounter such a rare opportunity.
"Miss Daphne... I thought that at this dance party, I would be confined to this room by my brother, unable to lay eyes on you even from a distance. But perhaps the heavens heard my prayers and brought you before me."
Bell pulled open his collar, knelt on one knee on the bed, and began to unbutton his own clothes, his eyes turning slightly red at the corners.
"I know I'm not worthy of you. Even my brother doesn't have a chance to compete with Lord Vanthro. But... I still want to be your guest, even if it's just this once."
Daphne pressed against his approaching shoulder, looking into his eyes filled with madness and obsession, with fear in her own eyes.
"No... don't!"
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