Rosie's Games
Chapter 533 533: Confused and Helpless

"Who are you?" Jeames asked the moment he caught sight of a shadow not far away from where he was confined. Looking around, Jeames realized that he could not recognize this place at all. It did not look like a dungeon. More like an underground room, which is common in the north.

"You came to the north to kill me, did you not?" the voice said. This time, Jeames recognized it as the voice of a woman. Hearing the woman's voice, something clicked inside his head. His eyes widened as he tried to move his arms that were tied behind his back.

"You—"

"Jeames Sencler, was it?" the cloaked individual moved closer. She then waved her hand, and lights appeared inside the room.

Jeames snapped his eyes shut; the sudden assault of pure white light hurt his eyeballs.

"Do you not remember me?" Slowly, the cloaked individual removed her hood and revealed a very familiar face. Just as Jeames expected, it was indeed Rosalind.

However, she was not using her current beautiful face but the face that Jeames was very familiar with in the past. It was the mediocre face of a woman with black hair.

"You—" Jeames did not know what to say. To be honest, he never expected that she would make a move first. But how? How did she know it was him?

Jeames stayed low-key.

He never caused problems and never warranted any attention or any trouble. He thought he was very good at blending in.

How did she know?

Did he miss something?

Or was it possible that she already knew who he really was the moment he arrived in the north?

His once confused gaze immediately turned cold.

That is impossible.

"I thought of giving you a painless death..." Rosalind smiled at him, her mind filled with the memories of her past life. "Perhaps, something that would be too quick, you would not even know you were dead." Then she shrugged and turned her back on him.

She walked toward the wall to Jeames's left, and that was when Jeames realized that this place was surrounded by walls. There were no windows or doors.

His heart raced against his chest.

Was this woman planning to bury him in this place until he ran out of air?

"Then... I thought that would be too easy. How could it be too easy? You did not deserve that," Rosalind continued. She was wearing a black cloak that looked two sizes bigger than her yet this was not enough to hide the sudden melancholy that seemed to cover her from head to toe.

Melancholy?

Why would she feel melancholic towards him?

"I always wondered why you did it," Rosalind continued. "Then I started to wonder if it was fun." She turned towards him, smiling. "Was it fun to fool someone? Was it fun to break someone's heart? Surely, something about it entertained you or you would not have persevered for years..."

Jeames frowned. "I do not know what you were talking about!" He never fooled her. Well, there was an attempt, but why was she talking like Jeames succeeded? Was it possible that she fell for him and truly believed everything?

No. That was impossible.

Jeames thought Rosalind had fallen for him, but in the end, he knew that she had grown out of that emotion a long time ago. He understood this situation as Rosalind stayed in the mountains for years.

In the end, he accepted that this was no longer the naive woman who used to follow him around.

"Who would have thought you would be so good at pretending?" she mumbled and let out a sigh.

"Did the north make you lose your mind?" he asked.

"Perhaps," Rosalind said. She could not deny the fact that the North changed her. It introduced her to so many things, so many people. It became her sanctuary. "Perhaps," she mumbled as she closed her eyes.

To be honest, the moment she was reborn, she thought of ways to deal with Jeames and Dorothy. She wanted to kill them, punish them. She wanted to do to them what they did to her.

First, she had to run away.

And then that was when she realized that her life should not revolve around those people. This was already her second chance.

What was the point of spending it hating on the people from her past life?

All she needed to do was change her fate and then let those people punish each other.

However, she did not realize that the past would always follow her around if she did not sever it, cut it, and deal with it once and for all.

Once Rosalind opened her eyes, her gaze had already turned cold. She narrowed her eyes at Jeames.

"What are you planning to do?" he asked.

"Do you know what would happen if a cursed object would stab you?" she asked.

"You—"

Rosalind smiled and revealed the cursed dagger in her hand.

"What are you— Jeames struggled even harder, doing his best to try to remove the rope on his hand. "What are you going to do? I did not do anything— Hold on— Do not come any closer— No!"

Rosalind beamed as she lowered herself until her face was already on the same level as Jeames.

In her past life, she felt so helpless and useless when she heard his conversation with Dorothy. Her heart broke into millions of pieces, and before she could pick up its pieces, she was killed.

Wasn't that too tragic?

She wondered if the same helplessness that Jeames felt today was the exact same feeling that she had in her past life. A smile soon appeared on her face. She tilted her head and observed the panic in his eyes.

Then, without saying a word, she used the knife to carve his face.

Soon enough, the sound of screaming and begging reverberated inside the room.

Despite this, Jeames will never know. He will forever wonder why Rosalind did this.

And this was what Rosalind wanted. To leave him confused and helpless.