Duke, Please Stop Because it Hurts-Chapter 98

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How much did she even cry while being within Ravenโ€™s arms? f๐™งee๐”€๐‘’๐š‹๐งเซฆัต๐‘’ฦ–.๐‘๐˜ฐ๐’Ž

Her head was ringing as soon as she thought how she had no more tears left to shed. A dizzy spell had suddenly struck due to the fact that she was bawling her eyes out for quite a long time, but she eventually regained her senses once again.

When she barely opened her eyelids, the first thing that she could see was his thoroughly wet shoulder. Only then Molitia was able to think back upon herselfโ€”objectively.

โ€˜What the hell is this?โ€™

No matter how reliable he wasโ€”but to cry like a child in his arms as such? She must have been quite unsightly. That single thought had immediately turned her complexion blue.

โ€œHave you calmed down?โ€

His hands then carefully brushed against her red eyes. Raven didnโ€™t utter a single thing when she was crying for such a long time. In fact, he only patted her back gently with that big hand of his.

Molitia paused before she tried to open her mouth. Her throat had become so dry that she couldnโ€™t really speak with ease.

โ€œโ€ฆYes, Iโ€™m fine.โ€

Her voice was barely uttered and it seemed to sound almost like an animalโ€™s raspy growl. Even her cracked voice had fallen quite low.

She was soon attacked by a series of hiccups after saying just another small spoonful of words. Raven eventually let out a faint sigh.

โ€œLetโ€™s get you some water.โ€

Then, he intentionally rose to his feet while not making any fuss at all. Molitia immediately hung her head down in shame as she muttered under her breath.

It wasnโ€™t until she drank the water, which Raven had brought, that she finally felt calmer. Maybe it was due to the fact that she had been crying so much previously? Her tumultuous state of mind was gradually getting much lighter than before.

She believed that she could finally say it right now. Her lips then slowly parted as if she was already bewitched with a mind that seemed to readily divulge everything.

โ€œActually, Lady Arjan Clemence had come for a visit just this afternoon.โ€

Ravenโ€™s forehead instinctively frowned at the single utter of the word, Clemence. He immediately remembered Count Clemence, who had treated her terribly.

โ€œWhy?โ€

โ€œShe was just wondering how I was doing here. How well I live and even, how much was I abused.โ€

โ€œWhat do you meanโ€”what are you even talking about?โ€

Ravenโ€™s eyes glinted ferociously.

โ€œIs there anyone in the duchy whoโ€™d dare give you a hard time?โ€

โ€œRaven, calm down. The people in the duchy are as absolutely good as they can be.โ€

Molitia immediately grasped onto Ravenโ€™s arms, which seemed to fling a punch anytime soon. Then, she gradually brought up a story, which she had never told him beforeโ€”ever so carefully.

โ€œโ€ฆIโ€™m not feeling rather well, actually.โ€

Ravenโ€™s actions immediately paused at that soft voice of hers.

โ€œIt hurts when Iโ€™m feeling down and Iโ€™ve always been stuck in bed along with a serious illnessโ€”thus, making up most of my childhood memories. The symptoms have eased up recently, but my still sick body probably couldnโ€™t make it anywhere else.โ€

Her words, which had begun that way, briefly portrayed her bleak childhood. The moment went on to her long perpetuation in bed, her familyโ€™s state of awareness and even towards the time when she tried to marry him all the while hiding her own ailing body.

In contrast to Molitiaโ€™s continuous calm speech, blood vessels seemed to have popped up on Ravenโ€™s tight fist.

โ€œThe Count of Clemenceโ€ฆโ€

Raven could no longer contain his wrath. His face had already changed from that of anger, which gradually became much more atrocious.

He felt like someone had already trampled on his face while smilingโ€”as sly as a foxโ€”right at that instant. It was even questionable to say that if he had twisted his face to the point that it was indistinguishable as it had been contorted relentlessly.

This petite body of hers, that tender heartโ€”all had suffered terribly and that made him hurt just as bad. That was when his hand, which was already balled into a fist, had turned so white due to the lack of flowing blood.