Without hesitation, Darryl walked out of the room with Cynthia in his arms. He slipped past the guards and flew away from the Royal City.
Phew!
Darryl breathed a sigh of relief as he flew out of the Royal City, but he also felt a little complicated on the inside.
After he saved Cynthia, Darryl learned that Lord Kenny put the palace on a stricter measure; it would be difficult for him to sneak in again.
'Forget it; I'll take Cynthia to Ambrose first and make plans for later.'
"Hey!"
Suddenly, Cynthia asked, "Why did you come back here after you've run away with that woman during the day?" She felt awkward to be held by Darryl and desperately tried to change the subject to resolve the embarrassment.
"Oh..."
Darryl replied without even thinking about it. "I'm here to save my wife." Whenever he thought of Monica, Darryl felt helpless.
Cynthia thought that Darryl was teasing her. Her beautiful face turned red, her body trembled in anger, and she immediately raised her hand and pinched Darryl's waist.
"Ouch!"
Darryl drew in a sharp breath and glared at Cynthia as he asked in astonishment, "Oi! Why did you pinch me?" Cynthia was more feisty than Yennie though they were both Nine Saint Oracles.
Cynthia bit her lip tight and glared at Darryl. She said, "Cut your nonsense, or I'll kill you! Who is your wife? You'd better watch your words!"
"I—"
Darryl knew that Cynthia had misunderstood what he said. He smiled bitterly. "I did come to rescue my wife. Her name is Monica. Lord Kenny has placed her under house arrest in the palace. What? Do you think that I was referring to you?"
Cynthia felt embarrassed and regretted her quick lips; she bowed her head and said, "I'm sorry I've misunderstood you."
Suddenly, Cynthia convulsed; she felt as if her body was on fire. The drug's effect had started.
Darryl held Cynthia tightly as he descended to the ground slowly. He placed her on the edge of the cold pond.
Without hesitation, Cynthia gritted her teeth and endured the excruciating pain as she walked into the cold pond and soaked her body in it.
Cynthia's long dress was drenched in an instant, exposing her graceful figure.
Gulp!
Darryl was prepared for it, but he still swallowed his saliva as he stared at her wide-eyed.
Cynthia was simply gorgeous; any man would lust over her alluring body lines. Both Yennie and Cynthia looked beautiful in their own ways.
"You—"
Cynthia was embarrassed and angry when she sensed Darryl's gaze. "Turn around now. I'll gouge your eyes if you look at me again!"
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