The Pretty Drama Queen in Infinite Horror - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

The long, carved dining table was laden with exquisite dishes-the eight dishes and one soup I had requested.

Dessert would be served later.

If even one dish was missing, I would accuse Guan Shao of not loving me.

Oh, and the butler stood by, ready at any moment.

Guan Shao pulled out a chair for me with a face full of reluctance: “Young Master, please dine.”

Before, I might not have known who had upset him.

Now I understood-wasn’t it me?

Not only had I snatched his seat, I often dumped my leftover food into his bowl, treating the big boss like a dog.

Who could tolerate that?

As soon as I realized this was Infinite Horror, the oddities I had previously overlooked became glaringly obvious.

What kind of Murder Mystery Game could afford a luxurious estate of over a hundred acres?

The world outside the window was forever gloomy, with not a sliver of light piercing through, as if something were baring its fangs in the darkness.

The butler and all the servants were deathly pale and moved stiffly.

I had thought it was just professionalism.

Turned out they weren’t human.

The only two remaining teammates sat rigidly at the farthest end.

They ate their own dry rations, not daring to glance this way.

I gazed at them longingly.

I wanted to rejoin the player team and struggle to cling to my miserable life.

My distraction irked Guan Shao.

His tall figure blocked my view, and he asked in confusion:

“Who are you looking at?”

My voice was soft and sugary, unnervingly well-behaved:

“My lord, please take a seat. This seat is yours. Before, I was just ignorant.”

I thought Guan Shao would be pleased with my change, but he looked at me and said quietly:

“Why aren’t you calling me husband?”

Huh?

I flattered him obsequiously:

“You were never my husband to begin with.”

“You’re the master of the estate. I misunderstood before. From now on, you don’t have to be my husband.”

As soon as the words left my mouth, the temperature in the room inexplicably dropped several degrees, and a chilly aura enveloped the entire dining hall.

I looked at Guan Shao hopefully.

I wanted to see a trace of satisfaction with my change on his face.

But I only saw his handsome brows furrow tighter, a chill even seeping into his eyes:

“I disagree.”

Guan Shao looked at me, his voice firm and resolute:

“Yes, I truly don’t like you, and I never wanted a wife like you, but does that give you the right to discard me after toying with my feelings?”

“I’m a traditional man. Once someone is my wife, she’s my wife for life!”

Guan Shao took several deep breaths as if steeling his resolve:

“I admit that the night before last, I couldn’t help myself and took you several times. Even when you kicked me, I wouldn’t stop.”

“I even held you and sat you on my face, pressing down hard.”

“But you’ve already punished me for that.”

“You hit me, you scolded me, and you’re still angry with me-isn’t that too much!”

The barrage of words slammed into me like machine-gun fire, leaving me dizzy.

I caught only one thing: he didn’t like me.

So, Guan Shao was unwilling to give me a chance to change, nor would he let me leave.

He was just waiting for the right moment to let me die in the instance?

It was all my fault for being too overbearing before; now Guan Shao refused to believe I’d truly wised up.

While he was catching his breath, I tried to prove to Guan Shao that I was no longer that spoiled, domineering High-Maintenance Beauty:

“Please hear me out-I’m not being sulky.”

“I understand now that forcing things won’t bring happiness.”

“You never wanted this at all; I’ll never force you to be my husband again.”

Upon hearing that, Guan Shao’s face flushed with anger, and he glared at me furiously:

“You’ve already taken every advantage, and you won’t even save me this little bit of face?”

What? I wouldn’t dare not give him face!

Before I could open my mouth, he had already stormed off.