Chapter 309: Chapter 203: The Second Hypnosis_3
It seemed the young wife among the couple had noticed the strange atmosphere and suddenly smiled at Tiya, “I must say, you two are quite daring. I thought the commandant meant a hug or holding hands, but I never expected you to actually…”
In the Saint Laurent Empire, the customs leaned towards simplicity and conservatism. Even if the upper class indulged in extravagant lifestyles, they would often show extraordinary restraint in public.
For the common folk, even intimate actions like kissing were only done in private.
Displaying such affection openly appeared rather too bold.
Therefore, the two couples standing behind opted for hand-holding and embracing, which by contrast, made Tiya’s actions seem somewhat over the line.
Upon hearing the other’s words, the girl was almost about to bury her lowered head into her chest, trying to hide her cheeks that were already a deep blush.
Enclosed in short boots, her toes seemed to curl up tightly in an attempt to alleviate the awkwardness and embarrassment of the moment.
However, Lynn’s lips still retained a lingering, rippling smile.
It wasn’t until Tiya’s boot tip gently nudged his shin that he came back to his senses.
Meanwhile, the elderly husband looked over with a smile, his eyebrows and eyes gently sizing up the “newlyweds” as if he saw his younger self.
“Sir, you might not have noticed, but I have to say, your wife really loves you,” the old man said amiably, “You can tell by the way she glanced at you unintentionally just now, really, exactly like Mary back in the day.”
“What nonsense, not embarrassed?”
The woman named Mary rolled her eyes before her lips curled up into a sweet smile.
Regardless of their age that required mutual support, their unwavering companionship and tender affection for each other was exactly the kind of love many people dream of, wasn’t it?
For a moment, Lynn zoned out for a few seconds, then subconsciously replied, “… Yeah.”
The girl at his side nudged him again, neither too gently nor too harshly.
When the carriage arrived at the North District, it was already evening.
The pretense of being husband and wife thus came to an end.
Not until they appeared in the room of the inn, gazing at the considerably tidier surroundings, did Lynn still feel a sense of unreality.
It was as if the short journey of the day had been a dream.
He couldn’t imagine how their relationship could develop to this extent, propelled by fate.
After all, what was he still hesitating about?
This doomed escape journey, was there really any point in continuing?
Having already seen through the fog and confirmed the girl’s destiny, why was he still engaging in these insignificant acts?
Only two paths lay before him.
Obey the Witch’s wish and transform her into a servant.
Or immediately put an end to this ridiculous and tedious escape journey, lay the brutal reality before her, and persuade her to return to the Church to embrace her destined fate.
Given two options, under normal circumstances, Lynn would not have hesitated to choose the most beneficial one based on his interests.
But this time, for some reason, he hesitated.
Since he was feeling uncertain, then he would have to leave everything to time.
Let this obscure escape journey continue for now.
Until he could sort out all the threads.
Or perhaps… from the limited choices, discover a new possibility.
As he lay in bed, Lynn thought this to himself.
At that moment, along with a sharp pain on his tongue, the passion mark that had only been calm for one day relapsed.
Or perhaps, it was the suppressed desire that, along with the kiss on the carriage during the day, had accumulated even more impulsiveness.
Only by releasing it could he finally calm down.
Yet, the current condition of Lynn’s body didn’t allow him to employ traditional methods.
Lynn clenched his own index finger with his teeth, enduring the assault of his desire, trying to awake himself through the pain.
But it was all in vain.
Perhaps because she was equally troubled and couldn’t sleep, Tiya, lying on the other side of the bed, finally noticed the “bedfellow’s” abnormal state.
Remembering how he looked pale and weak to the extreme when they got up in the morning, she frowned subconsciously.
She had asked him about it then, and his response was “it’s nothing.”
It seemed that he had not chosen to tell the truth.
With that in mind, Tiya remained silent for a few seconds, then slowly sat up from the bed.
In the darkness, the young girl whispered.
Hearing this, the boy struggling valiantly against his desires subconsciously turned his head.
He then saw a sight he would never forget.
The girl had slipped off her white stockings sometime earlier, lifting her moon-white magic robe slightly, exposing her slender and elegant bare legs as if displaying them to him.
At the base of her thigh, a green mark of the Eye of the Soul slowly glowed.