The Villianess story: A 100 ways to kill your husband
Chapter 251: Three options

Chapter 251: Three options

The balcony was breathtaking in the morning light, decorated lavishly for the spring festival like the rest of the palace. Vibrant floral garlands draped along the railings, their bright colours blending with the soft pink petals that the breeze occasionally carried in from the palace gardens below.

Delicate golden lanterns hung from above, swaying gently in the wind, while silk ribbons fluttered against the marble pillars. It was a scene straight out of a fairytale, one that Abrielle might have admired more if not for the smug menace currently holding her hostage.

Cedric had her caged firmly on his lap, his arms wrapped possessively around her waist. She could still feel the heat of last night lingering in her bones, a deep soreness that made even the slightest movement a challenge. And yet, despite knowing this, he was playing his usual games.

He dared to act all sweet after what he did in the bathtub. Abrielle snickered; she wasn’t going to give on so easily. "Don’t you have a duel to attend? You are wasting your precious time here."

"Time spent with you isn’t wasted but precious. If I could choose I would rather spend the day here with you. Now open up.." he urged her again.

"I can feed myself, Cedric. " Abrielle rolled her eyes at his cheap words. He expects her to believe those words.

"Come on, the maids are watching." Cedric chimed; his warmth was so close with his intoxicating scent overpowering him. She wondered if he was doing this just to piss her off or because of the guilt he felt for last night. There was one scene in the book where there was a glimpse of Cedric’s soft side.

He expressed how guilty he felt having to spend the mandatory night with Abrielle, although he never touched her just sharing the bed with her while his thoughts were clouded with another was messed up. Her eyes met his gold eyes under that Mask, she wondered if he felt guilty of having sex with someone that was not Callista.

"How do the maids affect a thing?" She clicked her tongue at him. Cedric brought the spoon intended for Abrielle to his mouth. He chewed slowly and then swallowed before taking another cut of the pancake that was covered with strawberry syrup. The texture was super soft.

"Well, it will help salvage your reputation about having an affair, or you don’t want your lover to know you spent the night with your husband." Cedric emotionlessly said. She didn’t know if he was still mad because of the Alfonso incident.

"Come now, Abby," he murmured, bringing a spoonful of food to her lips. "Be good and part those lips." he urged her, his mood shifting to a sunny one. He was the true actor here.

Abrielle narrowed her eyes. "I can feed myself. It is my legs that are sore and weak, but my arms can manage with a bit of difficulty." she insisted; she didn’t like how he was treating her.

He sighed dramatically, tilting his head as if in deep contemplation. "But if you can still argue with me, that means I didn’t keep my promise last night. I hate to be a man who doesn’t keep to his words." His voice dropped to a teasing whisper. "Shall we go another round to make sure? I don’t want you to be energetic enough to loiter around the palace when I am not around."

Abrielle’s entire body went rigid. Her head snapped toward the maids standing by the entrance. They weren’t even trying to hide their reactions. One had turned red, another was biting her lip to keep from laughing, and a third outright avoided eye contact. Only Evelyn, ever composed, kept her usual blank face but the slight amusement in her eyes did not go unnoticed.

Abrielle turned back to Cedric and glared daggers at him. "You wouldn’t dare."

His lips curved into a slow, wicked smirk. "Wouldn’t I?"

She ground her teeth. "Cedric."

He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "If you don’t eat, darling, I might just use my mouth to feed you."

She sucked in a sharp breath, both from his words and from the fact that she was sure the maids had heard every single one. The scandalized look on their faces confirmed it.

"You are insufferable," she hissed.

"And yet, you married me," he hummed, completely unfazed.

"That’s because the horse was not fast enough. If I had a chance again, trust me, I would be long gone."

Cedric’s hold tightened, his aura getting slightly intoxicated and heavy. She wanted to flee. "I would love to see you try; trust me, if you try to run, pray I don’t find you because if I do, I will chain you to my bedpost." He teased her but there was something dark underneath.

She considered throwing the spoon at his head. But that would require reaching for it, which meant moving, which meant admitting just how sore she was. And she refused to give him that satisfaction.

Instead, she clenched her jaw, eyes burning with defiance. She would not give in. Abrielle was just the type that loved to defy him, testing his limits as much as he found it annoying; it was one of the qualities he found cute. How his powerless wife could win against him.

Cedric sighed, shaking his head in mock disappointment. "So stubborn... Fine, I suppose we can just spend the morning in bed instead. I am sure no one will miss me at the duel."

Abrielle stiffened immediately. Her heartbeat dropped to her stomach. He was more than capable of carrying out that threat.

With an exasperated huff, she snatched the spoon from his hand. Cedric saw this coming and he stretched out away from his reach. "Trying to play smart." He scoffed at her.

"You have three options, the spoon, my mouth or the bed." He enumerated. She didn’t like a single one of them.