A DISH BEST SERVED COLD (3)

WHEN ZOE regained consciousness, she found herself lying on a soft bed.

An unwelcomed weight was on top of her, and dirty hands were roaming her body. It seemed like her dress had been removed already because her clothes felt light. Thankfully, she prepared for that moment. She wore a modest nightgown under her dress as an undergarment. And fortunately, she was still wearing her bra and panties under the nightgown.

So she could tell that the bastard Nigel Ratliff had just started. But that damned pervert was trailing open-mouth kisses along her neck.

[Disgusting bastard.]

She felt the bastard's hand pressing her left breast, while his right hand was feeling up her left leg.

Thank goodness it was the left leg, and not the right one.

While Nigel was busy molesting her, her right hand slowly reached for her the dagger in the sheath attached to her leg. It was a dagger lent to her by Dal. She couldn't possibly use her lovely pastel pink kitchen knife for something as vicious as cutting off a r*pist's penis.

After grabbing the dagger's hilt with her hand, she slowly pulled it out of the knife holster.

It seemed like Nigel finally realized that he was awake because his mouth and his hands suddenly stopped moving.

Zoe didn't waste time and stabbed the dagger in Nigel's stomach, then she twisted the blade to make it more painful. "Having fun, bastard?"

Nigel Ratliff raised her head to meet her gaze. His face was stoic, and it didn't look like he even felt the dagger stabbing him in the stomach. "Lady Rochester, are you looking down on me? I'm a member of the Royal Family, and we are known for having sturdy bodies. If you want to kill me, you should have covered that cheap dagger with your Mana."

After saying that, she felt the dagger bounce off of his body.

What the fuck?

Did his wound suddenly close up as if nothing happened?"

"And yes, we are also blessed with quick regeneration," the count said dryly. "Any shallow wounds would heal immediately. Why are you acting like you don't know that?"

Because she didn't.

[Isaak was described in the novel as an OP character. But I thought he's OP only because he's the main character. But it turns out that the whole Royal Family is blessed with strong bodies and quick regeneration ability?]

What a scam!

"Is that all you could do?" Nigel Ratliff asked in a calm voice that didn't suit his personality. "Shall we proceed?"

Her brows furrowed in confusion.

The Nigel Ratliff that she knew wasn't this calm. And now that she was looking closely, she noticed that his violet eyes were dead. It was as if he wasn't his usual self, as if he was drugged.

She would know since she was surrounded by drug addicts during her childhood.

[That's how my brother looks every time…]

Ah, she suddenly saw her disgusting brother's face on Nigel Ratliff.

Before she knew it, her hand already moved on its own.

She stabbed Nigel Ratliff's right eye with the dagger in her hand. The next thing she knew, her body was already sent flying.

[Ah, shit.]

When Nigel Ratliff screamed from pain, a strong amount of Mana burst out of his body. She was sent flying and thankfully, her body didn't break even though she hit the wall with a loud impact. The wall behind her cracked, and some of the debris fell to the floor.

She was probably bleeding because she was dizzy, and she felt a sticky liquid gushing out of the back of her head.

[This is the first time I got hurt again.]

Now she really wanted to kill Nigel Ratliff. But she couldn't stand up because her head was killing her.

"Stop playing hard to get," the bastard said while approaching her, his right hand covering his bleeding right eye. It seemed like his eye was taking a while to heal. Did she stab it a little too deeply? "It's not like you or your family can win against me since I'm a member of the Royal Family. Do you know what will happen if you bring me to a noble trial for forcing myself on you?"

She wanted to laugh bitterly, but she held back while her hand was busy reaching for the sharp piece of rock that came from the broken wall's debris. "So, you're aware of what you're doing to me?"

"Yes, but so what?" the bastard count asked casually, then he squatted down and grabbed her face to force her to look him in the eye. "If something happened between us, the court would just tell you to marry me to protect your honor."

"You're saying something funny, you bastard," she said with a smirk. "Why do stupid people like you assume that it's the victim who lost her "honor" in a rape case? It's the rapists like you who lost their honor, along with their human rights. Don't be too arrogant."

She tried to stab the count's other eye with the rock in her hand.

But unfortunately, he could stop her by grabbing her arm.

"Who cares about that?" Nigel Ratliff said. "As I said, whatever happens, you will lose. No matter how wealthy the Rochesters are, the court will always favor the Royal Family."

She smirked, trying to act tough. To be honest, she was already losing consciousness. Her splitting headache was killing her. "I wonder if the court you're speaking of has experienced a court battle between two members of the Royal Family?"

The count looked taken aback by her question. "What do you mean by that?"

"The Rochesters won't be filing a case against you because I no longer belong to that family," she said while smiling brightly. Ah, damn. Just faking a smile was already draining her energy fast. "Come to think of it, you're my brother-in-law now."

Nigel Ratliff's eyes widened in shock. "Did you become His Majesty's Royal Concubine like what the empress is worried about?!"

It was her turn to get shocked. "Why would I marry His Majesty? He's not my style."

"Huh?"

"Is His Majesty your only brother?"

"No way," Nigel Ratliff said weakly, then he slowly let go of her arm. "You married Brother Isaak?"

[Ah, he let his guard down.]

Her thoughts were interrupted when the door suddenly burst open, then a violent gush of wind struck Nigel Ratliff.

The violent wind could only mean one thing.

[Isaak is here!]

She was relieved, but she was also disappointed. Her eyes slowly closed now that Isaak was here. She knew that her husband would take care of the rest, but she wasn't satisfied.

[I wanted to at least cut-off Nigel Ratliff's penis.]

She was losing consciousness when she heard a strange voice in her head.

<"Your wish is my command.">

Zoe was confused, but everything already went black.

But was it just her hallucination, or did she really hear Nigel Ratliff cry in pain?

[Isaak must have fucked him up.]

***

"AH, you're awake?"

Zoe's eyes were blessed when she saw Isaak's handsome face as soon as she woke up. "As expected of the main character, you're always handsome."

"Are you still dreaming?" Isaak, who was sitting on the corner of the bed, asked coldly, then he tried to touch her forehead. But in the end, he withdrew his hand. "You should rest more."

"Where are we?"

"My room."

Her eyes widened in shock. "We're already at your duchy? How long was I out?"

"You've been out for three days," he said casually. "I've brought you here with Marquis Rochester's permission. Your father agreed that it will be better for you to stay in my duchy while we deal with Nigel."

She got up and frowned, remembering what that bastard did to her. "I want to take a bath."

Come to think of it, she realized that she was wearing a clean and fragrant pajama.

"My female servants gave you a sponge bath for the past three days," he explained. "I'll tell them to prepare a bath for you."

When he tried to stand, she suddenly grabbed him by the arm and forced him to sit again. "Isaak."

"Yes?"

"He touched my body."

His jaw clenched in anger. "I cut his hands off already. But I should have chopped his body to pieces."

"Help me disinfect my body."

"Hmm?"

She held his hand, then she brought his hand and put it on her left breast. "He touched me here."

He gulped when he probably realized what she wanted him to do. "Where else did he touch you?"

She grabbed his other hand, then put it on her leg. "Here."

As expected, Isaak's touch felt good. But that did not satisfy her. And so, she grabbed him by the collar as she collapsed on the bed.

Isaak quickly positioned himself on top of her in a way that wouldn't crush her body. He had to remove his hands on her body to prop himself by placing his hands on either side of her head, then he straddled her hips.

Their intimate position made her cheeks burn, but she didn't back down.

Plus, Isaak said nothing. But his intense gaze was enough to let her know that he was enjoying their position as well.

"That bastard kissed my neck," she said while frowning. "It felt disgusting."

"Do you want me to disinfect your neck?"

She nodded while giving him puppy dog eyes. "Please?"

"Zoe, you don't have to beg me to do something I'm dying to do, anyway."

She held her breath as he leaned down to nuzzle his face against her neck. As soon as she felt his lips against the sensitive side of her neck, she let out a moan.

[Oops.]

Isaak, whose face was still buried in her neck, chuckled. "I haven't started yet, my dear wife."

Zoe smiled when he called her "wife," and then she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Then don't make me wait for too long, my dear husband."

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