Alpha's replacement bride is destined mate-Chapter 195 What was the purpose of that woman?
A pungent, putrid stench pervaded the dungeon. The walls around were wet, the icy water was constantly oozing out, and the sound of dripping water played a desperate tune in the silence. The air around was so oppressive that it was suffocating, and every breath was like inhaling the breath of death.
Dolly crouched in the corner, the darkness wrapped around her. Two rats squeaked as they passed behind her, a sound that seemed to mock her present situation.
When the soldiers threw her into the dungeon, she never returned. She did not know now how much time had passed, nor when she would get out of this.
Now at last Dolly understood what the steward in the back kitchen had warned her about. Their king, indeed, was not a benevolent monarch.
Now Dolly could only pin all her hopes on Emily. She prayed that Emily would put in a good word for her with the king, so that he would let her go.
But as she prayed, another feeling of uncertainty grew in Dolly’s heart.
Was Emily really going to help her?
Dolly thought back to the moment when she had met Emily in the restaurant, when Emily had looked at her as if she were a stranger. " Was Emily deliberately acting out in front of the Wolf King of the West, pretending that she did not know her?
Dolly was at work in the kitchen when she heard the gossip circulating among the servants. They all said that the king had brought back a noblewoman from the outer world, and that he was said to have taken a fancy to her. There could be no doubt that the worthy woman of whom the servants spoke was Emily. But what puzzled Dolly was how Emily had come to be with the Wolf King of the West.
Emily and Elijah seemed so close, they were like a couple. They were like a couple.
Dolly did not dare to think further about it. She knew that Emily would never betray Klaus. The Wolverine King of the West must have forced Emily’s hand in some way so that she would have to pander to him.
The time passed, and Dolly felt cold and hungry. She tried to stay awake to keep from passing out.
I cannot die here, said Dolly to herself.
At that moment the silence was broken by the sound of a heavy footstep, followed by the sound of a key being inserted in the lock, and the cell door opened.
"You can go now." The soldier’s voice was emotionless, like a mechanical command.
The moment Dolly steps out of her cell, there is no warm sunshine to greet her; The sky was overcast, and the heavy clouds, like great sheets of lead, weighed heavily on her head. The air was cold, but far fresher than the sickening stench of the dungeon, and Dolly drew a long breath.
When Dolly returned to the kitchen she worked as usual in silence, as if nothing had happened. The others said not a word about Dolly’s imprisonment in the dungeon, as if they were accustomed to such things.
As the servants were leaving work, Tony found an opportunity to whisper to Dolly. They hid in the corner by the back door of the kitchen, and Tony handed Dolly a cigarette.
" You almost got us killed." Tony exhaled a plume of white smoke from his mouth, " If the King decides to interrogate you, you’re dead."
" No one can pry my mouth open." Dolly took a deep drag on her cigarette. She knew what Tony was worried about.
Tony lowered his voice, " The Wolf King of the West is a suspicious and cautious man, we must never reveal our identity."
Dolly smoked in silence; she said nothing.
" It is said that Emily pleaded for you before the king that’s why the king decided to release you." Tony said, " Now the head backroom chef has decided to put you in charge of Emily’s diet."
"That won’t be difficult for me. " Dolly grew up with Emily and she knows Emily’s tastes very well.
"Also, there was a message posted on the royal website today. " Tony said in a mysterious manner, "Guess what it is?"
"I don’t have the patience to guess. " Dolly said impatiently, "You just tell me what the news is."
Tony looked around warily as he whispered, "The King has announced that he is going to marry Emily in a week’s time."
"What? " Dolly was shocked, "Is this true?"
"Yes. " Tony said in an affirmative tone, "The whole palace is talking about it now."
Emily, what the hell are you doing?
Dolly cursed in her mind as she threw her cigarette straight on the ground and stamped it out with her foot. She could wait no longer, and resolved to act against Emily.
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In the evening Emily was at supper in her room. Elijah was not available to dine with her to-day, so she did not have to make a special trip to the dining-room. So the maids brought supper to her room for her to enjoy.
The meal to-night was to Emily’s liking, and she ate a little more than usual. When the last dessert was served, she expected a lemon pie, but it was a lemon cake.
Emily took a bite of the lemon cake, expecting to feel the familiar sweet and sour flavors in her mouth, but instead the cake had a strange foreign sensation, as if something that should not be there had been mixed in.
The sudden sensation caused her to frown; her lips pursed a little; a hint of surprise shone in her eyes, and the little morsel of cake which had just entered her mouth lingered on the tip of her tongue, and was delayed in being swallowed.
"Is it that this cake is not to your taste?" " asked the old butler, from the side, with concern.
Emily slowly put down the cake as she casually asked, "Who made this cake?"
"This cake was made by the maid who made the lemon pie last time." The old butler answered truthfully, "She also made tonight’s meal." He added.
Emily stared at the cake for a moment, then she said to the old butler, " I’m full, you can clear the table. Also, leave the cake."
When the servants had gone, Emily slowly reached out and took the piece of cake she had already taken a bite of. She broke the cake carefully with her fingers. As the crumbs of the cake fall, it reveals a piece of paper wrapped in plastic.
The plastic gleamed faintly in the dim light of the diner, and the words of the note were clearly visible: Emily, we need to talk.
Emily stared at the words on the note. She remembered the evening when she had dined at the restaurant. Dolly looked at her with eyes that seemed to be an invisible hook, seemingly wanting to get some kind of response from her, a kind of emotion that crossed the boundary of strangeness was surging in it, which still made Emily feel a bit inexplicable at this moment when she recalled it.
Who was the maid named Dolly? Did Dolly know her, too?
Emily remembered the mad white-haired woman she had met in the woods, a nightmarish presence. The woman, too, knew Emily, and her wild eyes and disheveled white hair and hysterical behavior were still fresh in her mind. Emily was nearly killed by the madwoman during that terrible encounter.
Emily’s mind was full of alarms as she tore up the note and threw it in the trash.
