How to Tame My Beastly Husband — Chapter 117. Gruti (2)

Translator: Atlas / Editor: Regan

“I’m sorry, Raphael, I have to go now.”

“After what you just did, you’re going to leave?” He asked, taking her hand and pressing it against him. She could feel the tremendous size of him against her palm through the thin fabric, a heat so intense it felt as if he might burn her hand. His hand guided hers to stroke him in an obscene caress, and Annette snatched her hand back.

“When I come back, I’ll do whatever you want,” she said, with reddened cheeks.

“…whatever I want?”

Those words caught his interest. And whatever he was thinking, it made him hide his face, his ears reddening.

For some reason, Annette had a bad feeling.

She hadn’t said anything wrong, had she?

But it was obvious that if he caught her here now, she would be trapped here all night. Raphael was a man of terrifying stamina, who never knew fatigue, and with a long night before her, Annette wanted nothing more than to escape, even if she had to pay for it later.

“So wait for me, Raphael,” she said, rising from her seat to kiss him tenderly on the cheek. “If you can’t sleep, listen to the music box. I’ll be back as early as I can tomorrow morning.”

Reflexively, he bowed his head to accept her kiss, and his arms went around her as if they too did not want to let her go. He was realizing, too late, that the first flush of love was absolutely horrible.

Finally, Annette slipped from his arms.

* * *

“There you are.”

Seated with his chin propped on his hand, Railin smiled with delight when he saw her, taking in the sight of her sweet pink lips, which looked a little swollen, especially the lower one. Her eyes passed him at first, unrecognizing, and then widened. Posted only on NovelUtopia

“Your hair color,” she said, ignorant of the lustful demon whispering in his head. “It’s changed, did you dye it?”

“Yes. Some good hair dye came in a few days ago, and I thought it was time for a change.”

Normally, his long hair was a gorgeous deep purple, like peonies. It flattered his sultry face and his curls made him charming. Compared to him, most other beauty felt ordinary. But now his hair was a blue so dark it looked black in the shadows, and even more drastic, but his beautiful hair had been cut short.

He looked like a completely different person.

Could just changing one’s hair make them look so totally different? Annette eyed him curiously. He had been like a red butterfly before, but now he had the serene beauty of an iris.

Enjoying her examination, he lifted his head with sensual grace.

“…I was going to ask if it suited me,” he said. “But I suppose that;s unnecessary.”

“Oh, I beg your pardon. I was staring,” Annette said, belatedly realizing her mistake. “How rude of me.”

The corners of Railin’s mouth lifted at the sincere apology. His shorter hair made him look more masculine, but his words were as melodramatic as ever.

“Gazing at me with such intensity,” he said. “I thought you were in love with me.”

“Never. You know I am married.”

“But you’ll be leaving him soon, won’t you?” Railin leaned back negligently, looking at her through narrowed eyes. He acted as if he knew all about her marriage, and that piercing gaze made her uncomfortable. She didn’t like to discuss her private life.

“We’ve already said hello,” she said, nodding briskly. She did not want to engage him in personal conversation. “Let’s get going.”

He rose gracefully from his seat.

“Certainly, dear customer. We have a lot to do.”

Unlike Annette, who had dressed rather plainly, Railin was as flamboyant as ever. The trim of his snow-white coat ws patterned in gold, and underneath he wore a plaid waistcoat and blue shirt. She looked at him anxiously. He looked like a peacock.

Did he really think it was all right to dress like that?

But it seemed he did. But the place they were headed now was the infamous Gruti 4, where all sorts of criminals roamed.

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