Author’ Note- No beta reader, so we die together~
"I didn’t expect the dicine to take so long to wear off," the young man smiled as he placed the book aside.
That familiar dark blue hair and those eyes filled with obscenity... Xion never expected that his kidnapper would be Caspian Hale.
Ti splintered around the na.
It had been almost five years since their last two encounters. The first was a re ten-second, aningless collision in a corridor of the Marquis Vaelis’ mansion.
The second wasn’t even a eting. He had rely seen Caspian standing beside Eli out of his window, right before he successfully escaped from Soren’s grasp.
So, how did this person beco his kidnapper?
Perhaps the confusion in his eyes was so glaringly obvious that it made Caspian halt for a brief second.
Then, the grin on his face widened slightly.
"It seems you don’t recognize . I’m Caspian Hale, the eldest son of Marquis Hale. We t at the banquet, rember? You even clung to with all your might." The young man chuckled as if imrsed in so fond mory.
Xion blinked slowly. He was fairly certain the poison hadn’t lted his brain, but this man’s words were testing that certainty. Clung to him?
After that accidental bump years ago, he’d bolted without a second glance, let alone an apology. He hadn’t even looked back!
[Host, this person doesn’t look like a good person.]
Xion agreed wholeheartedly.
Though his heart pounded with both panic and disgust, he forced his voice to form a question. His throat still burned from the lingering traces of the poison.
"...Where is Darius?"
Those words wiped the smugness off Caspian’s face like a slap. The smile faltered. For a fleeting second, a flash of ugly resentnt flickered behind his dark eyes.
If Xion hadn’t already known who he was dealing with, that wounded expression might have fooled him. This might have even made him feel guilty. After all, this man had covered him with a blanket and waited for him to wake up.
Thankfully, he knew enough not to fall for whatever role Caspian was playing.
So, he stayed silent, studying the microexpressions playing across the other man’s face that soon showed cracks when there was no reply.
"Even though it’s been so long since we t and fell in love with each other," Caspian murmured with a wounded sigh, "I thought you’d still rember ."
Xion almost choked.
Fell in love? Was this jerk hallucinating? When did he got such a disgusting ex?
Caspian sighed heavily, like a poet burdened by unrequited love. "Forget it. We have plenty of ti to talk about the past. But first... how are you feeling?"
Xion still stayed silent. Not for the lack of trying though. He just couldn’t find the right words to express his emotions at the mont.
However, Caspian had no such restrictions as he leaned forward.
Xion’s fingers twitched, but his body remained sluggish. So in frustration, he opted to just tilt his face to the side, trying to evade the approaching hand.
Yet his snail-like actions were far too slow in Caspian’s eyes. From a certain angle, it even looked as if Xion was trying to press his cheek into the palm that cradled his face.
Helpless, he watched as Caspian’s thumb brushed his cheek. The touch was gentle as if the young lord were touching sothing very precious but to Xion, it felt like rot sinking into his skin.
If he weren’t so weak, he would’ve broken this man’s hand by now.
"I advise you to speak less nonsense," Xion rasped, voice laced with venom. Though it sounded more like a tired rasp. "My husband doesn’t tolerate strangers touching ."
Those words made Caspian still.
Then, slowly, he withdrew, only to let his fingers trail down to the first button of Xion’s rumpled shirt, tracing the blue gem embedded there.
Xion suddenly regretted blurting out as Caspian sighed dramatically again.
"Oh, Darius," he said lightly. "Always in the way. But don’t worry, he won’t find us anymore."
Xion’s heart lurched. "Why?" he asked hoarsely. "Why did you take ? We’ve never even spoken before. I don’t know you at all."
Caspian tilted his head. "You really don’t rember, do you?"
There was sothing almost pitiful in the way he looked at Xion—like a child watching a favorite toy forget its owner.
"We were lovers, Xion. Then that devil stole you, warped your mind. Look at you now—pathetic, weakened by his lies." He tucked the duvet around Xion with exaggerated care.
With a regretful tone, he continued, "He must have given you so drug to make you forget. But don’t fret, my love. You will recall everything soon enough."
Xion, "..."
He simply closed his eyes.
Just a few hours, he repeated to himself. Once the ban lifted, he’d never have to endure this lunatic’s ramblings again.
Maybe Caspian thought that Xion had fallen asleep, so he didn’t continue with his love-sick persona anymore.
After a brief silence, Xion heard the pervert mutter to himself.
"Why does this beauty still rember that devil? Her Royal Highness told that Xion would forget all about his past. So what’s going on here?"
As if recalling sothing, his voice rose a notch. "Ah, could it be due to the ceremony? But I don’t want to carve on his face just yet. It would ruin all the fun..."
Listening to those words, Xion finally managed to connect the dots.
So, that poison might have so effect to make him muddle-headed. No wonder his head felt like it was splitting in half.
As for the ceremony... Did Talia want to ruin his face so badly?
[Host, the system will restart partial functions in sixteen hours. Please stay calm and stall for ti until then.]
That was exactly Xion’s plan.
He was trying to gather his mana but the dicine had affected his nervous system and now he was unable to even form a tiny flicker at the tips of his finger.
Calming his nearly out-of-control breathing, Xion decided to take a proper rest first, or at least until he would be able to gather his mana.
But then again, he didn’t believe for a second that Darius wouldn’t find him.
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