There was a moment of silence, and at that moment, the atmosphere at the large dining table felt like a horror story to Rossie, as if a cold breeze was enveloping her.How could Rossie not shudder in horror? She was now sitting with her husband's first wife. Her husband... whom she was forced to marry based on a contract agreement.
With a heavy heart, Rossie lifted her face and turned awkwardly to Shania.
"Yes, thank you, Mrs. Shania," she replied briefly.
Rossie then forced herself to take some food from the plate prepared by the pretty woman.
When Rossie swallowed the food, it was like chewing on a heavy rock that weighed down her stomach. The situation felt very tense for her at that moment.
Shania smiled slyly as she watched Rossie eat the meal she had given him. In fact, she had put medicine in it that would upset Rossie's digestion all night.
Shania did this on purpose, with the aim of thwarting Evan's desire for a first night.
A moment later, Eva finished her dinner. She stood up from her seat, calm and dignified.
The man walked slowly toward Rossie, a man standing at 190 cm tall, then bent down slightly. His voice whispered softly with a cold tone into his second wife's ear.
"Tonight, I'll wait in the room. I want you."
"Hmm... but sir," Rossie interrupted, stammering.
He felt like running away from his husband's luxurious mansion.
"But what!"
"Have you forgotten what you signed in the agreement when you were in prison?!"
"I-I haven't forgotten, I remember everything... but_"
"No buts. You understand, right? So don't try to argue with me," Evan snapped curtly as he walked away from the two women.
After Evan left, only Shania and Rossie remained in the room.
"Well... let's see what tricks you're going to try on my husband, hey you poor woman?!"
"I'm sure you have ulterior motives behind your marriage to Evan." Hmm... you're after his money, aren't you?! You gold digger!"
Rossie turned sharply, gasping at Shania's words. Her pride felt as if it had been knocked to the bottom of the deepest abyss. Shania's insults felt like a hard slap in the face.
But then, Rossie decided she didn't want to argue and prolong the matter. She couldn't be bothered with that woman. The girl's main focus was Henry, her father.
"I'm not a gold digger, I never even thought of that!"
"It's up to you what you say to me, ma'am."
"But, I'm sorry, ma'am, I don't understand your question. Only one thing is certain, please remember, I never wanted to marry Mr. Evan, circumstances forced me into this complicated marriage."
"If Mr. Evan is willing to let me and my father go, I would rather return to our home right now."
Rossie paused for a moment, her breath quickening. Her heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly.
"But if I selfishly leave like this, my father will be in trouble. So my main purpose in marrying Mr. Evan... is to protect and save my father!"
"And now, excuse me... Mr. Evan said he would wait for me in the room."
After giving a nod, Rossie stood up and quickly walked away.
"Tsk... that poor girl is still acting up, she thinks she'll become the great Mrs. Miller in this house."
"Hey, you, take a look in the mirror and be realistic. Remember where you came from and your social status!"
Shanis snorted and replied loudly, her words echoing throughout the room, each stinging sentence reaching Rossie, who was walking away.
Rossie clenched her fists tightly, her chest tight with emotions ready to explode. She wanted to argue and fight back against Shania's words, but she chose to remain silent.
The brown-haired girl walked very slowly, at a measured pace, in sync with her rapidly beating heart, in the frozen silence.
And then the girl's steps ended in front of a beautifully carved wooden door.
Rossie was now in front of the door and her heart was filled with reluctance to enter. The girl felt nervous because she knew exactly who was inside the room, waiting for her.
Her mind raced with thoughts that inside there was a predator waiting to pounce on its prey.
"Hmm... come on, Rossie, you can do this and help your father. Be strong," the girl with beautiful hazel eyes urged herself.
"This is the moment when I will lose my dignity."
Taking a deep, heavy breath, the beautiful girl opened the sturdy, gold-carved wooden door.
KRETT..
Rossie walked into the room, but after only two steps, her stomach suddenly felt twisted and extremely uncomfortable.
"Why does my stomach suddenly feel like it wants to vomit? It feels very bloated. Could it be due to excessive tension? Has my stomach been problematic until now?" she muttered to herself.
Rossie glanced around the room and saw Evan sitting on a large sofa, staring intently at her.
"Hmm... you finally came, scelta. What took you so long? I've been bored to death waiting for you," said Evan sarcastically, snorting in annoyance.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Evan," replied Rossie briefly.
Evan snorted and raised one eyebrow. His deep voice echoed again.
"Now, quickly take off your clothes and then change into the sexy clothes on the bed. I deliberately prepared them for you!" Evan replied coldly.
His gaze was directed at a piece of cloth on the large, luxurious bed.
Still feeling nauseous, Rossie walked towards the bed and took the clothes her husband had ordered her to wear.
When she saw the thin fabric that seemed to be lacking in material, Rossie's breath caught in her throat.
"But sir... what kind of clothes are these? Why are they like this?" Rossie frowned as she looked at the sexy red lingerie with thin lace at the bottom.
"Ugh... you ask too many questions. Hurry up and put it on, or I'll put it on you myself!" Evan snapped with a cold grin.
"No, don't, I'll do it myself."
Rossie quickly headed to the bathroom, her steps faltering. But once inside the bathroom, Rossie felt her stomach churn again and nausea overwhelmed her, to the point where she felt like she was going to vomit.
"Hoekk...hoekk
"Hoekk...
Evan's second wife vomited several times, her face pale and her stomach feeling like it was being squeezed.
"Aakkh... why does my stomach feel so nauseous?!" Rossie leaned weakly against the bathroom wall.
A second later, the girl vomited again.
"Hoekk... hoekk
Rossie lifted her face and washed her face and mouth.
The bathroom door opened, and Evan entered because he heard his wife making noise inside.
"What's wrong with you? Why did it take so long? Did you deliberately make me wait... huh?!" Evan watched Rossie, who was clutching the edge of the ceramic sink.
Her beautiful face looked pale and tired, with a cloud hanging over her eyes.
"You still haven't changed your clothes?"
"I'm sorry, but suddenly my stomach feels uncomfortable and I feel nauseous," whispered Rossie, her face growing paler.
"What?! Really?"
"Huh... so many excuses. You know I'm not a patient person."
Evan walked closer, and when he was right in front of Rossie, his strong arms grabbed her shoulders. He intended to remove each piece of clothing from her voluptuous body.
But what could he do? Rossie, who was feeling weak at that moment, felt her consciousness begin to fade, and she fainted right on top of her husband. But before that happened, the girl vomited again.
"Hey... Rossie...!"
"What the f**k!"
Evan sighed in frustration, his face darkening.
"Why is she like this, making things difficult for people, and now my clothes are dirty," Evan frowned as he covered his nose.
Evan grumbled, but nevertheless, the man held his wife's body with his strong arms.
"Damn, why did she have to faint on our first night?"
"My desire is already uncontrollable," Evan grumbled angrily, feeling ridiculous, as if he had become a joke that wasn't funny at all.
The handsome man with gray eyes had no choice but to carry his wife's body and slowly lay her down on the king-size bed.
After that, he took out his cell phone and called someone he knew.
"Hello, Dr. Rico, come to my mansion now, please check on a woman who suddenly fainted."
Evan looked at Rossie, who was lying weakly on the bed, and couldn't believe what he was facing this time.
"Did you do this on purpose to delay things, damn it?!" he said angrily.
"No, sir..." Rossie replied softly. The girl didn't understand anything at all.
Evan left the room with a gloomy face. In the large hallway, he ran into Shania.
"Evan, why are you walking around here on your first night instead of cuddling and making love until morning with your young wife?" Shania asked with a cynical smirk.
"Shut your mouth!" Evan raised his hand.
"If not..."
"If I don't shut up, what? What are you going to do?" Shania snapped.
"Slap me, go ahead, Mr. Evander," Shania laughed as she offered her smooth, soft left cheek.
Evan glared angrily and roughly grabbed Shania's chin, the man snatching a kiss from her red, pouty lips.
"Stop... let go, you bastard. I told you not to touch me again, we're divorced."
"Have you forgotten, Evan, that was my condition for allowing you to marry that little whore in your room, that shit!"
"You damn bitch!"