The Devil's Good Girl
Chapter 179: Pray for you

Chapter 179: Pray for you

"I’m not human anymore."

Fil opened her mouth, but no words came out. She briefly squinted her eyes, humming a suspicious tune.

"You’re not a human?" she repeated, barely taking him seriously. "If you’re not, what are you? An alien? Where’s your spaceship?"

"Aliens aren’t true," he quipped. "Even if they were, I don’t think they’d bother coming to Earth for world domination. There’s nothing they can get in here aside from the pollution, worsening global warming, and humans who were tearing their planet slowly and painfully."

A chuckle escaped her closed lips, lowering her head with her arms still propped on the mattress. "If you’re not an alien, are you... the devil?" she joked, looking at him suspiciously. "I heard the devil is quite different from what we know."

"They said he has a beauty that is out of this world — wickedly handsome." Fil seductively traced the outline of his jaw with her fingertips, eyes on him. "A body that can compel one to sin, and a tongue that will say anything one wants to hear."

She tilted her head a little to the side, smiling playfully. "Am I wrong?"

"Close." The corner of his mouth curled up into a smile before he swiftly switched their position, pinning her underneath him. Fil giggled as she stared at him, watching his wickedly handsome face look at her with admiration.

"Let’s say I am not human," he smacked his lips. "What will you do?"

"Run?"

"You will run?"

She nodded. "As fast as I can and as far away as possible."

"That is not fair, sweetheart."

"People say that if a zombie apocalypse breaks out, I might not be the last to die, but I’d last long." Fil slowly crawled her arms around his neck. "Do you know why? Because I run away while I can."

"But you’re not running away now." He wiggled his brows. "If anything, you’re clinging to me more."

"I said that’s what people told me, but never said they were right." Her smile slowly grew into a grin. "If you’re the devil, then... I’d pray for you."

Jackson arched a brow as he said, "Then you better start praying now for me. Who knows? Your prayers might work."

"I always pray for you," she confessed, this time, her voice was more quiet. "I might’ve had a setback, and my faith is still being tested, but I never stopped praying."

"For guidance? In your revenge?"

"For your safety." She corrected. "And also for my family. I pray that my karma flies back straight to me and not to my family or you. It’s shameless, and probably a little demanding even when I know all I should do is ask for forgiveness... even though I can’t do that myself."

Fil studied his face, smiling subtly. "My heart is full of anger and I won’t deny that it is still until now. If Marianne did all of that for me, then it scared me but also angered me. I did not want the burden of her actions to please me, but I do not want to jeopardize my safety just because."

"I’ve thought about it since last night and until I came here. You were right," she continued. "Revenge doesn’t bear fruit goodness. It’s just another way of destroying myself — I hadn’t been myself since I caught the two of them. The only good thing that happened so far is... I met you."

"If I didn’t catch them, I wouldn’t be drinking my life away in that place. And if I wasn’t devastated enough, I wouldn’t have the courage to even talk to you," she added, almost chuckling. "I’ve always known my place."

"Haha." Jackson laughed, lowering his head closer to her. "Even if you didn’t talk to me, I would. Should I say I’m somewhat glad that he cheated on you?"

"That’s insensitive."

"If he didn’t, you wouldn’t know that sex is a wonderful thing." He wiggled his brows, thrusting his hips slowly and gently. "And in case you hadn’t noticed, I’m still inside you. It’s taking a lifetime of self-control not to move when I’m already in."

Fil let out a soft moan. "You’ve been poking me while I’m talking. I’m trying not to distract me."

"You’re naughty." Jackson laughed as he inhaled her breath, biting her bottom lips gently. His chest pressed on her as his hips moved to and fro slowly. "I hope your brother understands a man has his needs."

"Shh." she shushed, lips falling open as she clenched around his girth. "I don’t want to imagine my brother being intimate with someone. He’s a baby in my eyes and I’m not ready for it. Focus."

He laughed into her mouth once again until only their moans and groans echoed in the room. Just like before she fell asleep, they continued where they left off.

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[FLASHBACK CONTINUATION.]

Jackson watched the little tea party Latrice had hosted in the manor’s garden from his window. Ever since she came into the manor, the garden that used to be so lifeless and boring turned lovely. The flowers that rarely bloomed and usually died before they could even bloom were now the main attraction of the duchy.

’She looks happy,’he thought, smiling to himself as he kept his gaze fixed on her figure. His smile, however, froze as he caught his own reflection in the window.

He slowly touched his face, eyes softening as he remembered how she would lovingly kiss his face. She took quite a liking to his scar, kissing it to make sure it wouldn’t hurt any time of the day.

’What a silly idea she holds onto,’he told himself, shaking his head mildly. He then shifted his attention to the tea party in the open area of the garden, sighing in relief. ’Though silly, I wanted to believe it is the cause of my pain,’

Suddenly, a knock from the door caressed his ears. His smile remained, glancing over his shoulder as his retainer stepped into his office.

"Your Grace," called his retainer as soon as he stood in front of the desk. "A letter from the crown prince arrived."

This time, the subtle smile on Jackson’s face disappeared. He sighed heavily, gazing at Latrice.

"Leave it there," he said. "It’s probably an invitation or a notice of his arrival."

And Jackson was correct. When his retainer left, he went to his desk and opened the letter. Just like always, the crown prince started his letter with pleasantries. But what caught Jackson’s attention was the most important part.

"He’s arriving in two days," he murmured, snapping his eyes in Latrice’s direction again. "Two days... hah."

He slowly crumpled the piece of parchment as his jaw tightened, knowing what that meant. The crown prince was now ready to take her back to the capital.

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