Wrong Marriage and Sweet Love

On the other side.

Clint pulled Joyce away in front of Chiyuki, leading her to the garden behind the villa. The back garden was much larger than expected, with signposts for various amenities like a swimming pool, tennis court, and a small golf training area. In such a prime location, it was clear that the royal family’s wealth and status in Rohomes were extraordinary.

After walking some distance, Joyce shook off Clint’s hand.

“Alright, she can’t see us anymore. No need to keep acting,” she said coldly.

“Acting?” Clint chuckled. “Why do you think I’m acting?”

“Your fiancee? Chiyuki, the eldest daughter of the Yoshikawa family, has quite a significant status. She’s a good match for you.”

Joyce didn’t get to finish before Clint interrupted.

“I don’t like her.”

“Whether you like her or not doesn’t matter. You don’t want to marry her because you don’t want to be controlled by the Yoshikawa family? You’re afraid they’ll grow stronger and overshadow the royal family? Clint, I see through you. Everything you do has a purpose,” Joyce sneered.

“Who says liking someone isn’t important?” Clint’s face turned cold as he grabbed Joyce’s chin.

“For me, liking someone is very important.”

He frowned. “Don’t define me so casually. You know too little about me.”

His eyes were filled with shadows as he spoke each word slowly.

Joyce was stunned. He showed his anger in front of her without hiding it.

“I don’t need to fear the Yoshikawa family; you’re wrong. On the contrary, I can fully control them,” Clint scoffed. “Do you think a brainless woman like Chiyuki can influence me? She would only be used by me. It’s ridiculous. If I married her, I would have already taken over the Yoshikawa family.”

Joyce frowned. His words made sense. Marrying her as a decoration wouldn’t be a big deal.

“Heh.” She laughed dryly. “I actually think she’s quite suitable for you. She’s pretty too.”

“Joyce, if you don’t want me to… tonight, you’d better shut up now.”

Clint glared at her as a warning.

Joyce fell silent and stopped talking.

Fine, his marriage was none of her business. She was on his turf and had to watch his mood; it was wise not to provoke him. Maybe Clint wasn’t exactly what she imagined. At least a normal person wouldn’t do such crazy things-using dark magic on her was beyond comprehension.

She shrugged, took a few steps forward pretending to stretch her body, and said, “The swimming pool looks nice. I haven’t swum in a long time. Mind if I exercise a bit?”

Clint responded indifferently, “Suit yourself.”

At that moment, Watanabe came into the garden again. He quickly walked over to Clint and whispered something in his ear.

Clint’s expression turned grim.

Joyce glanced at them suspiciously.

Honestly, ever since she arrived at Clint’s private residence, she felt an unusual atmosphere. After experiencing so much, her senses were sharp now.

The residence was heavily guarded with an oppressive atmosphere; everyone was very alert.

Such precautions and Watanabe frequently reporting to Clint suggested something big was about to happen.

Before coming here, she heard that the royal family’s struggle had reached an intense stage.

Moreover, Reuben had asked for the anti-electromagnetic pulse blueprint from her, which must be related to royal competition. She wasn’t sure if Clint would successfully become emperor despite his title as crown prince or what Reuben’s position in the royal family was. Would the blueprint help Reuben?

After a while, Clint gave Watanabe some instructions; Watanabe nodded and left quickly with a strange expression on his face. He glanced back at Joyce with hostility and resentment before leaving.

Joyce felt the animosity and paused.

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Watanabe’s look clearly blamed her for delaying something important for Clint. He held her accountable when she was actually the most wronged one here; she wanted to leave every minute.

A thought crossed her mind.

If Watanabe disliked her and wanted her gone, could she use that to get him to help her escape? He found her annoying; she wanted to leave-it seemed perfect. But soon she dismissed this idea.

Rohomes people thought differently; they were extremely loyal-almost foolishly so. Watanabe likely wouldn’t go against Clint’s wishes.

Joyce sighed.

It seemed she had to find another way out. For now, discussing it properly with Clint was her only option.

After Watanabe left,

Joyce saw Clint standing by the pool, frowning as if deep in thought.

She cautiously approached him and asked, “Hey, is something wrong?”

Clint glanced at Joyce, “No.”

“Oh.” Joyce’s eyes shifted slightly. “I have something.”

“Hmm?” Clint raised an eyebrow.

“I can’t escape anyway; can you give me a phone? I can’t stay out of touch with my family forever,” Joyce directly stated her intention. “Or at least let me borrow your phone so I can assure my child I’m safe and call my mom.”

Clint looked deeply at her.

Joyce laughed dryly, “You’ve controlled me with dark magic; I can’t run away. You can’t keep guarding against me forever. How long do you plan to watch over me?”

Clint suddenly smiled. “I never said you couldn’t have a phone. In fact, your room is equipped with a computer too. Once you return to your room, you can contact the outside world. A new phone has already been prepared for you and will be delivered tonight.”

Joyce’s eyes widened in surprise.

What? He actually allowed her to contact the outside world?

She felt more worried than excited; how confident must he be to act so freely? She couldn’t help but wonder if he had other tricks up his sleeve-methods beyond her imagination? It seemed impossible to predict his moves.

But at this moment, all she could think about was contacting Luther immediately.

She couldn’t wait another second; no matter what schemes Clint had,

she had to tell Luther right away that she wasn’t in immediate danger.

Without another word, Joyce turned to head back to her room.

Clint suddenly grabbed her arm, “Why rush? It’s time for dinner. Eat first before going back.”