Falling for his warm touch despite his usual coldness, she loved him only to be disappointed and betrayed in the end. When love turns to darkness, it festers to be poisonous and consumes the soul. The naïve Arabella evolved. *** “Thank you for becoming my wife,” was her cold husband’s last words before he died, coupled with a smile that had never before graced his lips. Not on their wedding day. And not even at the birth of their only child. Emperor Ferdinand, someone Arabella loved so much, killed their son. She became a villainess and vowed revenge for her beloved child. For a decade, she used everything she could to make Ferdinand pay. Until finally… he fell to ruin! With her revenge complete, Arabella's life soon ended with her dead husband in her arms. But fate wasn’t done playing with her. All of a sudden, she was back two decades ago right after their wedding. Was it a curse or a blessing? It didn’t matter. Because there is only one thing she needed to do. “I will ruin you in this lifetime too!” This was her hateful promise to herself upon realizing she was reborn. But in her second life, Arabella was unexpectedly bestowed a gift to uncover the truth. Who was wrong and who was right? Only time will tell.
"I wasn't avoiding your touch because I was angry. It's because I missed you," Arabella corrected, and Ferdinand's eyes brightened.
"Then why were you avoiding me if you missed me?"
[Shouldn't she be running into my arms like she did before? She was so adorable back then. I wish she would do it again.] Ferdinand's face had a slight blush at the recollection.
'Huh? But I'm holding back since this isn't a good time for that. Yet, instead, my actions made him think that I didn't miss him…What should I do?'
Arabella didn't want to explain since it would look like she was desperate to make up a reason. Instead, she pulled Ferdinand by the collar and kissed him. Much longer this time to show she truly missed him.
[This kiss!] Ferdinand was wide-eyed at Arabella's actions but eventually understood as he felt her longing. [She was holding back?! Did she avoid my touch because it would tempt her?]