Chapter 114 I'll Do It Myself

Scarlett sat on the edge of the bed, her hands trembling as she unbuttoned Holst's clothes.

The golden button glowed faintly in the dim light. She tried to touch it for a long time but failed. Instead, her hands shook even more violently.

If I had known this earlier, I would have changed it. I would have had him washed and brought in wrapped in a blanket like Sevilla.

It would save both parties from being embarrassed like now.

"Your Highness, I'll do it myself."

Holst held Scarlett's hand, and his magnetic voice was like a blazing fire in the dark night, burning Scarlett's ears red.

Her body stiffened, and she was dazed for a few seconds. Her hands curled up uncontrollably, trying to break free from Holst's hand. "Then, then you come."

Holst felt Scarlett's struggle. No matter how hard he tried to hold her, he couldn't get a hold of her. She seemed like she was going to break free from his hands at any moment.

But he had no intention of letting go. Instead, he held on tighter and tighter, carefully holding on to the hand that was as hard to catch as a fish.

"Your Highness is nervous."

Holst stared at Scarlett with his smoky-gray eyes, a hint of mischief flashing in his eyes, and his gaze slowly moved closer, as if he wanted to see if she was nervous.

The distance was so close that Scarlett could clearly smell the scent on Holst.

It was a very cool and subtle fragrance, like the smell of bamboo leaves, but with an extra layer of mist, making it seem light and cool. You had to get close to it to smell it.

Of course Scarlett was nervous.

She and Holst were not familiar with each other, and the reason she chose him to sleep with her was because of his SSS-level mental power.

The resource competition was set in stone and could not be changed, but the damn rules cost her life.

She was not sure whether these beastly husbands' claim of not wanting divorce was true or not, so she had to think seriously for herself and win over as many as she could.

Scarlett was actually a little sad.

This approach goes against her original intention.

But she did it anyway.

Maybe when you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.

Furthermore.

Christine's incident also had some impact on her.

It is true that she is a princess of the empire, but when facing absolute power, she is like a mayfly seeing the blue sky, just a drop in the ocean.

If the resource competition had not been imminent, she might not have regained her freedom so quickly, or she might have died unjustly.

She was really afraid of death, pain, and even more of suffering.

Her dream in her previous life was to be a lazy and idle person who enjoyed the fruits of others' labor.

I lie in bed every day, order takeout when I'm happy, and drink milk tea when I'm unhappy. I have no ambition and just wait to die.

If she hadn't traveled through time, she would probably have lived a mediocre life like all ordinary people.

Now I’ve traveled through time…

Scarlett was so distracted that Holst squeezed her hand. The pressure was not strong, but it brought her back to her senses.

Scarlett met Holst's scrutinizing eyes and smiled awkwardly, "No, I'm not nervous."

Holst also smiled, with the corners of his lips raised and his eyes showing a bit more evil.

He moved closer to Scarlett, and the breath he exhaled was a little cool, and it spread on Scarlett's nose, but Scarlett felt it was very hot, and her cheeks felt like they were burning.

She didn't know how to respond, so she simply closed her eyes.

Close tightly.

Holst looked at Scarlett's fearless look, raised his eyebrows, smiled more intensely, took her hand and pressed it against his heart.

During this period, he has been trying to prove one thing: why did the heart-protecting scales on his chest grow?

He consulted doctors, read ancient books, and had a full body check-up, but everyone was amazed that he could regrow his heart-protecting scales.

Although I was amazed, I still couldn't find the reason.

Holst had a bold idea.

That day, the day he had a mental breakdown, Scarlett was the only one who contacted him.

Although before that, he had been comforted by other females.

But he knew clearly that those comforts were useless and instead exacerbated his inner restlessness.

He never truly felt at peace until Scarlett touched him.

Was it Scarlett? He wasn't sure, but he wanted to give it a try.

The moment Scarlett's palm covered his chest, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, like a heavy hammer hitting him mercilessly.

He gritted his teeth and didn't make any sound, for fear of alarming Scarlett.

Then he felt pain.

A stinging pain like a needle.

They pierced his skin bit by bit and rushed towards the heart-protecting scales.

He could clearly feel the scales being nourished and gradually becoming hard.

Holst breathed a sigh of excitement. He was right. It was Scarlett.

Because of excitement, Holst's heartbeat was a little too fast. Scarlett noticed something was wrong. In addition, he did not move for a long time, so she could not help but open one eye.

Holst was laughing.

A slight blush appeared on her cheeks.

His smoky grey eyes had always been like those of a rainy day, rarely bright, but now they were surprisingly bright.

Scarlett was stunned.

What happened to Holst?

Before Scarlett could look away, Holst raised his eyes and caught her gaze.

She was stunned for a moment, feeling inexplicably guilty. She wanted to close her eyes, but Holst suddenly asked her, "Your Highness, did you choose me to sleep with you today because you are attracted to me?"

Scarlett felt powerless as if her evil intentions were about to be exposed. Her forehead twitched twice and her mouth became dry.

I wanted to answer but didn't know how, so I laughed dryly to cover up my embarrassment.

"It doesn't matter."

Holst leaned forward, his bony hand caressing Scarlett's cheek. "I will make His Highness happy with me."

As he said that, he kissed Scarlett's lips without any warning.

His kiss was different from Sylvia's, and it would give Scarlett time to adapt.

His kiss was like his breath.

Domineering, straightforward, and direct, it was like a passing typhoon, sweeping away all of Scarlett's breath.

Scarlett was a little breathless and wanted to escape, but his hands grabbed the back of her head, preventing her from escaping.

"Horst, hurry up, let me go, I'm suffocating."

Scarlett's weak voice escaped from her lips, a little fragmented, with subtle gasps.

After hearing this, Holst's eyes brightened, and he selectively listened to only that one word in his mind.

He untied the laces on Scarlett's nightgown, and his slightly cool fingertips moved purposefully over Scarlett's body, igniting her instincts.

His kiss gradually softened, and he kissed her gently, looking at her quietly.

Those bright peach blossom eyes were moist, like a pool of rippling spring water, and the soft light slowly swayed into his heart.

Suddenly.

The moon-white veil cascaded down like silk threads, covering the long spring scenery.

(End of this chapter)