Try Begging

Chapter 65

She wanted to tell the doctor her name. After all, a blabbermouth would spread rumors that Captain Winston had a mistress, and if the name ‘Riddle’ spread as well, wouldn’t the headquarters suspect it…?

Still, she couldn’t speak directly. If she did, she would definitely be taken to the torture chamber and punished.

“Why are you doing this?”

So she continued talking to Winston, for him to say ‘Miss Riddle’ by mistake.

“It will be over soon.”

“You could have explained what was going on in advance.”

“Stay still.”

However, he did not fall for the questions as if he had seen through Grace’s ulterior motive.

“Then, doctor, please tell me.”

“…It will be over soon, Miss.”

The doctor did not answer her questions. Maybe she had been instructed not to speak to Grace, and spoke only to Winston.

“Call me Ri…”

“Quiet.”

Winston warned her as he knew she wanted to be called Riddle. Desperate, Grace couldn’t give up. She wanted to let people know that she was forcibly confined here.

“When it’s done, are you, uhp…”

As soon as she was about to ask if he was going to send her to the basement, the cold hand clamped her mouth shut. It was an illusion to judge that he would continue to act like a lover in front of the doctor.

“Don’t talk nonsense to busy people, honey.”

Could it be because of the force pressing down on her face? She heard it as, ‘Don’t talk nonsense to outsiders.’

His hand immediately went away. Facing his cold eyes, Grace shut her mouth.
She hoped the doctor would call the police when she saw the rope marks on her body and the bare marks between her legs. However, it was unclear whether this would be regarded as a criminal act or as a secretive nature of a vigorous man.

“It is over.”

As soon as the contraption that had been opening her inner walls was freed, Winston lowered the skirt to cover Grace’s lower body. It was astounding to see a beast behaving like a gentleman. As soon as the doctor left, he would pull up her skirt, revealing his true nature.

‘…If I had known this would happen, I would have written a note in advance.’

Grace sat up and watched the two of them conversing in front of her, regretting it.

“Then, I’ll send it to the mansion in a week.”

“Without the name of the sender and the recipient in my name, send it to the annex exactly.”

“Yes, I will.”

The doctor, who was having an incomprehensible conversation, lifted the bag. She cast a longing glance at the departing doctor but was immediately intercepted by Winston’s body.

As soon as the door closed, the soft smile disappeared from his face.

“Miss Grace Riddle, Sally Bristol, Daisy. Whatever…”

He chanted her name one after another, showing he had endured it, clearly showing that he was aware of her intentions.

“You’d better not expect that woman to save you.”

Grace turned her head away from the disgusting hand running through her hair.

“Because the moment you tell your story even a little bit, that woman will face a harsh tax investigation. In order to pay the penalty tax she has evaded so far, she would have to sell the suburban mansion she just bought.”

Of course, this person couldn’t have brought a person who wouldn’t stay silent.

“The lesson here is that people should live without doing bad things.”

The man who was unspokenly accused of his own act rolled his eyes and smiled.

“Yes, that is a valid point. If you want to live badly, you have to have money and power like me.”

He laughed again and checked his watch.

“Two o’clock.”

It meant it was time to start the interrogation.

“Let’s do it here today.”

Winston made his way to the head of the bed. Turning on the radio on the bedside table, he stopped the dial when he heard a steep violin melody.

Grace asked the man taking off his jacket.

“What are you giving me in a week?”

It wasn’t until Winston undid his tie and unbuttoned a few shirt buttons that were clamping on his neck that he answered Grace’s question with a question.

“You said you don’t want to have my child?”

So he ordered contraceptives.

“If a woman locked in the torture chamber had a child, I would be in trouble, too.”

Grace was dazed like she had been hit in the head by him.

‘…This man won’t let me go.’

When she was brought out of the torture chamber, she wondered if he had given up on her, and hope bloomed in her. However, her hopes were shattered beyond recognition when he said that he would confine her long enough to even order contraceptives.

“How long are you going to keep me locked up?”

“Until you die slowly, or I get sick of you.”

Winston stretched his long legs effortlessly and, in just two steps, came right up to Grace’s nose, and he lifted the tip of her chin with his index finger.

“I know when I look into your eyes.”

He looked into her eyes and grinned.

“You want to live. So, try to be insignificant.”

Hearing the evil whispering, Grace closed her eyes tightly.

The interrogation was gradually becoming a second priority, so she felt relieved that he only coveted her body, as she thought that would have been a more dangerous sign.

“You didn’t report me to command.”

“You only realized that now. How slow.”

No, she was suspicious. She was sure only today.

“If your superior finds out, will they quietly let it go? A military officer, a symbol of the eradication of the rebels, secretly hid a rebel and made her his mistress. You might even lose the trust of the royal family. The title will then cross the water. Your father will wail in the ground.”

“It’s an honor to have my enemy worry about my future. If Miss Riddle cares for me that much, why don’t you readily reveal the location of your base?”

“Ask something that I know. Then, I will be happy to answer.”

Winston sighed as if he knew it, and pulled the golden cuff from the end of his stiff sleeve.

“Today, I will give you a special choice. Informant or prostitute, as you like.”

Grace glared at the tall man, exuding a sense of intimidation from his size alone, and slowly lay down on the bed. A twist of satisfaction filled his eyes as she lifted up the skirt with her hand, exposing the flesh.

She closed her eyes.

She heard the sound of the buckle being unbuckled. Soon, she could feel the mattress dip between her legs, and the hot body overlapped.

“Huht…”

The foreign feeling of the instrument was nothing. The sound of their skin rubbing gradually intensified as she struggled to receive the object that was still too heavy for her.

Her mind, trapped in the dizzy swaying body, repeated a soundless clamor.

‘…Yes. I don’t want to die. I will live no matter what miserable things I do… but I won’t be your dog forever.’

Grace swore, scraping the gray dust under her fingernails without noticing the man’s eyes.

‘If you don’t let me go, I’ll go out on my own.’

Even after 10:00 p.m., as it was the lively downtown area, the palace guards stood tall like statues, followed by the walls of the palace. Sitting in the gliding sedan, Rosalyn glanced sideways at the man slowly turning the steering wheel.

She was on her way back from a meal with Professor Chadwick of the Royal Institute of Technology in Rochester. Even though she tried to message the butler to send her a car, Dr. Winston said he would drive her to the Grand Duke’s townhouse.

It was the right situation to politely decline. Still, Rosalyn accepted, feeling that it was not too far from the Winstons’ townhouse.

It was unexpected that he sent his attendant away and took the wheel himself. In fact, after meeting him for the first time at Winston’s house, a series of unexpected events followed.

The Winston brothers were known for their sky-high arrogance as well as their handsome looks. Dr. Jerome Winston was apparently as rumored at the first meeting, but the more she got to know him, the more his arrogance faded from the rumor.

“Dr. Winston.”

“Yes?”

“To be honest, I didn’t expect you to do this. I was moved.”

She thought that just by correcting the article criticizing Professor Chadwick and posting an apology on the front page, Dr. Winston’s responsibility was enough. However, he personally visited the professor at the Royal Capital and showed a sincere interest in the research, and promised to generously support the research fund.

“Professor Chadwick seemed very impressed. It never sounded empty when you said that you would have proposed joint research even if the field were the same.”

The car entered the Townhouse district, where the royal residences of nobles gathered. As the streets grew quieter, Rosalyn suddenly realized. She was so excited that she only talked about Professor Chadwick.

She turned her gaze to the silent man and quickly changed the subject.

“Anyway, it’s a pity that Doctor who has a lot of interest and knowledge in geology and archeology doesn’t go the path of a scholar.”

The Doctor gave her a moment with his smiling eye, then looked down the road and replied.

“It’s unfortunate, but I am a Winston, so it can’t be helped. For generations, the Winston family hasn’t considered jobs with zero profit or loss as jobs.”

He smiled shyly and added.

“I know. I’m a snob.”

Perhaps she hurt his face by bringing up a useless topic, Rosalyn responded quickly.

“I’m no different from a snob who quits studies and gets married.”

At that, he narrowed her eyes and asked.

“Didn’t you tell my older brother that you would continue studying after marriage?”

“I’m not that comfortable with the captain yet…”

“You don’t have to look at my older brother.”

As Jerome smiled at the Grand Lady, he was confident. His brother probably didn’t care what his wife did… even if she had an affair.

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