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I walked briskly towards him, reaching his presence in quick strides.

In the midst of his confusion, I dropped to my knees. Without stopping there, I firmly grabbed his long legs which were almost stretched out.

“What are you doing? Have you gone mad?”

Etienne grabbed his waist as if he thought I was trying to take off his pants.

With desperate determination, I looked up. As our eyes met, his shimmering eyes trembled slightly.

I hoped it wasn’t just disgust, but sadly, whether it was a sideways glance or averted gaze, it held a sense of repulsion.

Nevertheless, I couldn’t give up.

“We’re not getting divorced.”

“What?”

“We’re not getting divorced. We can’t.”

His expression contorted mercilessly. It felt like he could kick me away at any moment.

No.

I can’t let it end like this. I clung to his legs with my whole body.

“No! Rather kill me! If you’re going to divorce, then just stab me right here!”

“Is there no one else outside! Get this crazy woman off me right now!”

Etienne shouted in frustration, and I desperately clung to his legs as if they were my lifeline.

As he kicked his feet, my body involuntarily spun around in the air. My pitiful and pathetic appearance may have been embarrassing, but there was no other choice.

I didn’t want to starve to death like in my previous life. If preventing the divorce was the only way, then I would make myself look like a crazy woman in this neighborhood!

I shouted defiantly with determination.

“We’re never getting divorced!”

After what felt like minutes of struggling, I realized that it was futile to continue clinging to him.

Etienne, seemingly exhausted, stopped shaking me off.

I cautiously lifted my eyes to gauge his reaction. He tightly held onto the waistband of his pants, which was slipping down because of me, looking completely fed up.

“Please… okay? I don’t want to get divorced.”

In response to my desperate plea, he let out a sigh. Perhaps he thought I had become completely insane, latching onto him like this?

You’re right… That’s the truth. So, just give up.

“If you don’t let go of my leg right now, we’re getting divorced.”

At his threatening words, I hesitantly released my grip.

“Are you saying that if I let go of your leg, you won’t divorce me?”

As my hopeful eyes fixed on him, Etienne smirked at me.

Does he want to corner me?

“Fine. Bring back the item you stole right away. Then maybe I’ll reconsider divorce.”

I laughed wide with a glimmer of hope in his slightly changed response, but it quickly faded into a serious expression.

I didn’t steal that damn item. I don’t even know where it is.

“I… I don’t remember. The location of the item…”

Etienne’s eyebrows furrowed with dissatisfaction.

Wow, when my life is at stake, he’s concerned about being sexy or not?

“What do you mean?”

“That night, do you remember when I fell from the horse? If it had been someone else, they would have been at least paralyzed from the waist down! Fortunately, my body is fine… but I think I suffered a head injury… Since that day, my memory hasn’t been the same. It’s all fuzzy. Really.”

I gauged his reaction. There was no way he would believe me. Absolutely no way.

It seems more likely asking him to get me life insurance would have a higher chance of success.

Surprisingly, he just stared at me without saying a word.

I thought he would either respond with something like If you’re going to talk nonsense, let’s just get divorced right here! or draw his sword right at the spot! But he was actually believing my words? Is that what’s happening?

Even if he didn’t fully believe me, it would have been okay. But now, it was a more positive signal than declaring divorce or drawing a sword, right?

I gathered my strength and continued speaking.

“Please give me some time. Since then, I haven’t been fed, let alone treated, and was only confined here, so it’s no wonder my thinking is also messed up. Do you know how much I have suffered? Look at me! Carrying stones, getting whipped, cleaning up horse dung… My hair is completely burned! It literally caused me post-traumatic stress disorder!”

As I spoke, I got a little worked up and ended up shouting again. Damn, my hot temper.

“Post-traumatic… What did you say?”

“If you don’t know, never mind. Just three months. If after three months I still don’t remember, I will willingly divorce and leave. Or I’ll come back here. It doesn’t matter if it’s a temple or a barn at that point.”

Etienne stood up abruptly as if he couldn’t stand listening any longer.

Have you run out of patience? No, a respectable adult should have patience and endurance!

This time, I grabbed his sleeve tightly.

“Ugh, no… just one month! Just one month!”

Etienne’s eyes narrowed.

“I’m serious. Please believe me. Okay? There’s nothing for Etienne to lose by waiting until my memory returns and finding the item, right? If I eat well and sleep well, I might regain my memory, right? Hmm?”

As I took a step closer, he hesitated and moved back.

Why are you running away? I won’t harm you. I’ll just take a little sip.

I smirked.

From now on, I will pursue Etienne relentlessly. I wouldn’t let him slip away.

I closed the distance between us, step by step, like a predator. Etienne, who was trying to move away, found himself blocked by the wall behind him.

A flicker of surprise crossed his face.

You’re surprised. Yes, surprise induces paralysis of reason! It’s better not to think. Just nod your head, that’s all you need to do!

While I was at it, I firmly grasped his hand.

“Yes? Etienne, please.”

Although my hand felt too small and insignificant compared to his clean hand, now was the time to push even harder.

Etienne paled and looked down at my hand.

There was a clear worry in his eyes as if he was afraid my hand would slip from his grasp and grab his legs again.

With a crazed smile from earlier still on my face, I held onto his hand even tighter.

“Let go, right now!”

He forcefully pushed my hand away.

Ouch, this bastard?!

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