Said No to the Prince and Yes to the King novel Chapter 59

Chapter 59 Not Romantic at All

In the blink of an eye, the person she had been hitting turned into Christopher.

Then Christopher slapped her–hard.

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“You’re not even worth a strand of Stella’s hair,” he said. “What makes you think deserve to stay at the Prime Minister’s Estate?”

“Even if I die,” he went on, “I would never fall for someone like you–a fat, useless pig.”

“And how dare you hit me?” he added. “Guards, drag Margaret away and give her fifty lashes.”

Fifty lashes?

Margaret broke out in a cold sweat. The rage was so intense, she couldn’t take it anymore.

She wanted to scream, to curse him out.

But when she opened her mouth, all that came out was, “Christopher!”

Right after that, her eyes shot open. And she realized that it had all been a dream–a long, brutal nightmare.

She was breathing hard, her feelings all over the place.

I really must be exhausted. I’m even fighting with them in my sleep.

She looked up at the broken, crumbling ceiling. And for a moment, something clicked.

Wasn’t I just in the middle of a huge open field? How did I…

She sat up fast and glanced around.

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A shack made of straw?

“You awake?”

Hearing the voice, Margaret turned her head.

Theodore sat on a piece of wood nearby, his expression blank. Even dirty and worn out, he still looked stunning.

The place was falling apart–like an old straw hut that had been abandoned for years. There were even holes in the roof.

Thin rays of light slipped through the gaps. One beam fell right on Theodore, making him glow.

Margaret pushed herself up and realized she was lying on a pile of straw. Every wound on her body seemed to have been carefully bandaged.

But the cloth…

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Chapter 59 Not Romantic at All

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She shot a meaningful look at Theodore’s tattered clothes. Then it hit her.

“Thanks.”

After a long pause, that was all she managed to say.

Theodore nodded. “It’s almost evening. The sun’s about to go down. You’re badly hurt. We’ll stay here tonight.”

Margaret was about to say no, but when she shook her head, a damp piece of cloth slid off her forehead.

She hadn’t even realized it was there–probably to bring her fever down.

He pretty much tore his shirt into a skirt at this point.

“This place has holes everywhere,” she said. “Once the sun sets, even a little wind will make it freezing. I’m feeling better now. We should leave and head back.”

As she spoke, she weakly got to her feet.

She brushed off her clothes. Just moving her arms made her back feel tight–like something was strapped to her.

A strange feeling washed over her.

She stared blankly at Theodore. “The wounds on my back…”

He answered quickly, “Don’t overthink it. I kept my eyes closed the whole time.”

Margaret said nothing.

Too bad I’m all fat.

This is not romantic at all.

The air turned awkward.

Theodore turned away, looking uncomfortable. “You’re not fat.”

Margaret froze.

How does he know what I’m thinking?

Things got even more awkward, so she hurried to say, “Let’s keep going while it’s still light out.”

“It’s empty out there. Remote. No roads,” Theodore said calmly.

Margaret heard that and immediately understood. “You’re lost, aren’t you, Prince Theodore?

She then stepped outside the hut

All she could see was wilderness–dense forest in every direction, not even a path.

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Chapter 59 Not Romantic at All

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