Married To A Savage Duke - Chapter 80.2

“He overdid it on the carriage ride.”

Cherryl pressed her aching forehead. Could a person be so full of vigor? If she hadn’t dozed off, she might have still been in the carriage, watching the sunrise. There was no denying that she had given in willingly to his advances, even knowing that he would push forward relentlessly. But what was amusing was that she didn’t mind being subjected to it so helplessly. She wanted to show him the prepared gift as soon as possible. It made her happy to have chosen a nice gift for him. She never imagined she would receive something so valuable. Thinking about him waiting in the busy streets, her steps became slightly lighter.

“Miss.”

At that moment, a man’s voice with a slightly elevated tone came from behind, and before she could turn around, a cold hand firmly grabbed Cherryl’s wrist.

“What——-”

As her body spun around, Cherryl reflexively looked down at the hand holding her wrist.

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When she raised her gaze, a man wearing a gray robe from head to toe in front of her. Beneath the fabric covering his face, his sinister red lips revealed a wicked smile.

“I can foresee the future. Miss, you have a destined fate,” He said suddenly, and Cherryl, who unexpectedly felt cursed, looked at him in bewilderment. Though his identity was concealed under the deep hood, she had a vague feeling about him. Given his abrupt prediction, the man was undoubtedly a fraudulent fortune-teller. It wasn’t uncommon to find swindlers seeking their fortune in a bustling festival full of tourists.

Cherryl wrinkled her brows and tried to catch sight of where his eyes might be. “Let go of me right now. What do you think you are doing?”

As she expressed such strong displeasure, the mysterious man twisted his lips in amusement. His grip on her wrist was eerily forceful.

“You should try to hear me out,” he remarked, lips curling slightly. “You’re quite stubborn.”

“!”

“Such an arrogant beauty is certainly destined for a curse,” he added, speaking in a hushed tone, but the only part not concealed by the fabric was his mouth, so Cherryl could understand every word of his. She exerted enough strength to free her hand from his grip.

“It’s you who’s destined for a curse. Why do you badmouth people on the street?”

“Me? A curse?” His laughter disappeared, and he became serious. “Who do you think I am, and why are you babbling like a brat?”

“Can I know who you are when you’re completely covered in a robe?” This time, he showed his displeasure, pulling his lips up. Cherryl had no intention of dealing with him any further. “If you need someone to fool about your fortune-telling, go find someone else.”

With a look that seemed to indicate that the man was bad luck, she shot a glance at him before turning away. Suddenly, a strong grip on a sensitive spot made Cherryl’s body twist towards the man.

“Ah!”

As the distance between them closed unexpectedly, she saw the man’s sharp jawline and thin lips up close. In an instant, Cherryl noticed an incredibly luxurious fragrance emanating from the man. It was not the scent she could detect from fortune-tellers roaming the festival streets.

In a puzzled moment, a slippery voice flowed through the man’s red lips.

“What made this fearless woman catch his eye?” An unpleasant malice was transmitted through his cold body temperature. Cherryl’s mind went on high alert. “Though your face is unlikely to have caught his attention. It’s quite strange. Your type is abundant on the streets.”

“This… Let go of me!”

“Considering how reckless you’re clinging unto him, you don’t seem to be the type of woman he likes. So why did he choose you?”

Uttering incomprehensible words, he twisted the corner of his mouth. Cherryl frantically looked around. The street was still bustling with tourists, chattering as they passed by. If she screamed, she might draw attention, and though it was a long shot, maybe someone from Cade’s aides might hear. She resisted with determination, ready to call for help.

“If you don’t let go of me right now, I’ll call the guards!”

“I’m still curious how you managed to catch his eye. Were you able to persuade him during the night, huh? Is that it?”

Cherryl was astonished, blinking hard. At that moment, she realized he wasn’t a fortune-teller but simply insane. If not, there was no way he would babble such strange words to a woman he just met. Taking a step back, Cherryl breathed in to seek help. Just then, she heard a woman’s voice from afar.

“Brother!”

The voice wasn’t unfamiliar. Frowning, Cherryl turned her gaze to where the sound came from. Her eyes widened in astonishment as she recognized the woman running towards them.

“Princess Rosaline?”

Rosaline, in her green robe, rushed over and stood by the man, gasping for breath. Bending down to catch her breath, the princess looked up at Cherryl. Her expression was full of embarrassment. Likewise, Cherryl was equally taken aback, alternating her gaze between the two.

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