With the servants and maids trembling, Arthur Mu dragged Elizabeth all the way into the remote West courtyard of the palace. Though the ceremony had been canceled, the tent remained. He kicked the door open, lifted her up and threw her on the bed. \"Please,\" Elizabeth pleaded. But Arthur Mu\'s eyes were cold. Then he grabbed her by the ankle and dragged her to himself. She bit her lips to stop herself from saying anything, afraid it might provoke him further. Also, the wound on her face was deep, and every time she spoke it bled even more. \"Elizabeth, haven\'t you always dreamed to be the Duke’s woman? I will make you happy today.” This woman. She was a devious, manipulative woman, but she always pretended to be as clear as a lotus. Unable to stop herself, she lashed out. \"The Duke is disgusted with me, why force himself?\" The blood had coagulated on her cheek, but talking ripped it open. Elizabeth was so upset, she barely noticed the pain.
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