Festive roaming red room.

On the soft red king-sized bed, Ella was pressed by Eden, tightly underneath her.

The two men looked at each other in all directions.

The burn in Eden's eyes just unabashedly, bit by bit, released.

Ella unconsciously gripped the sheet.

Hovering on the brink of collapse between wanting to fight back and seeming to be infected with his inability to do so.

Her breathing seemed to get heavy.

There was literally a moment when she thought she wouldn't even be able to breathe.

All of his body's attention, all of it, was on Eden's face, all of it sinking under his black eyes that, in the light, seemed like they could see through the light.

The color of the night.

It's getting late.

The temperature in the room was clearly getting warmer.

The distance between the two seemed to be getting closer and closer.

Close enough that whoever gave a slight toot of their lips would be pressed tightly together.

That moment.

Ella's face turned.

Those perfect lips kissed her deeply on the cheek.

Eden's eyes twitched slightly.

He kissed her delicate cheek.

With so much as a hint of, well, rouge, it didn't detract from the heartwarming touch her tender, creamy skin gave him.

"Eden, we're in a form of marriage." Ella said.

Took the smoothest tone possible.

"So ......" Eden's eyes twitched slightly.

"We don't belong to each other." Ella reminded again.

"So who do you belong to?" Eden asked.

away from her cheek.

Pressing down on her.

"I belong only to myself." Ella says it clearly.

Eden tightened her eyes.

"And please Third Master Eden, let go of me." Once Ella gets a little angry, she calls Eden by a different name.

"What if I say, no?" Eden raised her eyebrows.

Distinct and full of danger.

If he says no ......

How can she resist him?

Couldn't fight, couldn't escape, what could she do?

"After all I've done today to get you into bed, do you think, I'm going to let go of you?" Eden's burning breath hit her face.

The moment seemed to make her face flush already.

And little by little, the anger she was holding back in her heart increased.

She should have known that Eden was a flirt and that sleeping with any woman was a rarity.

She should have known that their shaped marriage ...... was only emotional.

Physically ...... she can t control it at all.

Actually.

No loss.

Eden threw her such a big fancy wedding, and Eden helped her by crushing Lucien and all of THE Williams family to death. He'd go so far for her that she'd give her life to him, and, it seemed, at the drop of a hat.

She silently allowed herself to accept it.

Accept what is about to happen at .......

But in that moment.

Eden suddenly got up off of her.

The danger that had just been there seemed, for a second, to disappear as well.

Ella stared at him in bewilderment.

Watch him turn right around.

The moment he left he said, "Miss Ford ...... will only belong to me."

The tone is distinct and still domineering.

Not giving her, at all, a chance to retort.

The door to the room was closed over.

Eden left.

Leaving, Ella heaved a sigh of relief.

She looked at the ceiling above her head, a bit mesmerized.

What do you mean, "only for me"?

Rebirth of a life.

Emotions would really be worthless to her.

All she wanted was, revenge and to be strong alone!

Ella had a long lie down on the large red wedding bed.

It wasn't until her heart rate had finally regained its composure, until she had thought everything through, that she got up, ready to take a shower. Then catching an adequate amount of sleep to regain her strength.

She went ahead and unlocked the door to her room before she began to remove the dowry she was wearing.

However.

She looked down at the gorgeous dowry in front of her and had no idea where to start.

How was it put on then?

Minute is too stunning to notice these details.

That was the moment she was completely confused.

The dress had no zipper, no buttons, nothing, that could be taken off. She couldn't really use brute force, after all, such an expensive dress, kept as an antique was also worth a lot of money, breaking a tiny bit was destroying, historical heritage.

It was so tossed around for a good half a dozen times.

She gave up.

She took a deep, hard breath and went to Eden.

You just rejected the man and now you're asking for his help?

She walked out of the room.

So many rooms.

She knocked on the door of the room across the hall by feel.

Knocked twice.

The door to the room was opened.

Eden was all nude ...... No, still wearing a pair of tight-fitting boxers.

Just ......

Ella jerked around.

The heart was clearly racing.

She couldn't help but complain, "Eden, can't you ever get dressed properly?"

"I just got out of the shower."

"Don't you ever get dressed after a shower?" Ella was furious.

And this one, completely off-channel?

"Could it be that Miss Ford thinks my red panties are too redundant?"

"!" She resented his lack of clothes, lack of clothes, lack of clothes!

She could really, really easily explode with anger at Eden.

She said, controlling her emotions, "You go put some clothes on."

Eden seemed to be smiling a little.

He turned, and left.

Then a moment later, appearing in the doorway, "There."

Ella turned around.

It's really hard to turn back.

She was even prepared for the fact that Eden would literally be completely naked.

To her, men like Eden are capable of anything.

Good on.

No.

Eden was wearing a treasure blue silk bathrobe at the moment, and while if was only very casually belted, with a large slice of her chest showing, it was far better than it had just been.

She didn't want to tangle with Eden either.

In the middle of the night, who knows if the beast will come out.

She said bluntly, "There's no way I can get out of my dress, so could you please call the makeup artist who dresses me and have her come over and help me?"

"I don't have the makeup artist's number."

"Who has?"

"I don't know who does?"

"You don't know who has, who prepared everything for the wedding?"

"Me."

"Then why don't you have a phone?"

"Why should I stay?"

"None of it needs to be communicated?"

"Isn't it possible to communicate in person?"

"......" Ella looked at Eden.

"You know, I only like to be face to face with women ......"

"Okay." Ella interrupted him.

She'll sleep in her clothes tonight!

She thinks she's going to go crazy if she keeps arguing with Eden.

She lifted her foot and prepared to leave.

"I'll take it off." Eden snapped.

Ella was stunned, with a hint of distrust.

"If Miss Ford doesn't want to take it off, forget it."

Who wants to sleep strung out like that.

She said, "Trouble."

"Come in." Eden opened the door to the room a bit, as if in invitation.

"Can't we just stay here?" Why go to the room?

"I don't mind if you're not afraid of Cullen popping up ......"

Ella gritted her teeth and walked into Eden's room.

Distinctly a guest room.

So Eden simply gave her his master bedroom, without even asking her.