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All her strength left her body. Like a cotton doll, weighed down by water, Lisa collapsed into Jungkook’s arms.

Ishakan looked down at her and dipped his head. “Choose. What do you want to do now?” He asked.

A hot breath came out as soon as she opened her mouth. The clarity of her mind left her piece by piece, as the fever grew. Her original thoughts slowly disappeared into an abyss as her reason was replaced with honest desire.

Lisa lifted her eyelashes and blinked silently. Her hand slightly trembled as she reached out and carefully grasped the hem of his clothes.

That alone was enough of an answer. Jungkook hugged Lisa close to him and silently walked across the garden. Byun Gyeong-baek’s servants were just around the corner, his rage could easily be heard.

“Get out here right now! You think you can hide?” He screamed in anger.

“I don’t care.”

The meaning behind the words that left her mouth, were not empty. Jungkook laughed. He definitely was capable of fulfilling her wish easily.

Lisa shook her dizzy head in a hurry. A small chuckle rolled out from his mouth. He kissed Lisa on the forehead and started moving again.

She completely entrusted her body to him. The surrounding quickly shifted, every time she closed then opened her eyes. After a while, the violent screams of Byun could no longer be heard. Nor did the music from the banquet hall echo around her. She could hear no sounds of the like. Only the peaceful quiet noises of the cicadas in the grass, and the songs of the night birds rang in the air.

When she closed her eyes once again, Lisa found herself in an unfamiliar place.

The aroma of fresh flowers permeated the air; smooth and thick, like cream. The flowers that were about to bloom were dyed pink, and those that had blossomed were fluttering with the wind. Their white petals dancing in the breeze.

The splendid sight of the tuberoses under the moonlight was unbelievably beautiful. In Estia, she had lived her entire life in, and seen the glamorous places around the palace. However, this place was a place she had never known about. It was so strange and unfamiliar that it felt like a dream.

Jungkook delicately placed Lisa down on the ground.

“It’s a good place to smoke and the flowers are pretty.” He muttered.

When he said it like that, Lisa inside her mind, felt warm. His voice, that said he came here because the flowers were pretty, tickled her ear. Lisa also liked the fresh and subtle scent of tuberoses. She had even once asked the gardener to plant more of them in the royal garden.

For some reason, the tuberoses in this corner of the palace, which spotted the area unarranged, were more beautiful than the tuberoses that the gardener would meticulously cultivate with all his heart and soul in the royal garden. She felt like she was going to become intoxicated on the smell of the flowers all over this place.

Jungkook took off his coat. The long line of intricate buttons on his clothes all burst off with one move from his hand. The Jewel encrusted buttons scattered over the flower bed, twinkling like stars.

The precious clothes that a certain craftsman must have dedicated long hours towards and curated with so much effort, now lay on crumpled on the ground. The clothes would probably get stained by the grass, but he showed no concern for that. He laid it on the ground like a rag for Lisa and set her down. His hands quickly rolled up the skirt of her dress exposing her bare white legs.

He furrowed his brows together. Jungkook carefully wrapped his hands around Lisa’s ankles. Her socks were in tatters, torn and stained with dirt and blood. He sighed and fiddled with her calves

“You should have at least told me to cut off his legs.”

There was a chaotic mix of emotions in his eyes as he muttered unintelligibly. Jungkook raised his eyebrows. With a somewhat angry expression, he lifted her dress up to her thigh.

“I’ll become the most patient Kurkan in the world, thanks to you.” He declared before pulling peeling her skirt up and giving her the hem of the dress.

“Hold it.”

Lisa did as she was told and held on to the dress with both her hands. The cool breeze caressed her hot skin. It suddenly dawned on her—the reality that she was going to have int*rcourse outside

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