The Broken Ring: This Marriage Will Fail Anyway Chapter 78

Chapter 78

Tw: Low s*xual content

“That’s why you should’ve put some clothes on.”

“Just because I’m n*ked doesn’t mean you can touch me.”

“I’d want to touch you even if you were clothed.”

So, you’re saying you didn’t touch me because I was n*ked. His logic was so ridiculous, it wasn’t even worth arguing with him.

Fine, it’s not like my br*asts would wear out if he touched them… Ines thought, detached as if they weren’t hers, but in case he lunged at her again, she reached out to the negligee that Cárcel had tossed on the headboard, barely managing to grasp it.

There was no reason for her n*ked body, which hadn't been embarrassing even during the consummation of their marriage, to be embarrassing now, but morning Cárcel, while he might not be having s*x, was even more relentless than he was at night. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] And when she heard the confident reply, “Well, I’m not having s*x, so isn’t that enough,” she was speechless, not just because it made no sense, but because of his confident attitude.

So, it was better to get rid of him before he made her speechless again. Ines picked up the negligee with her free hand and covered her br*asts, saying,

“…….Just hurry up and go downstairs to eat. I can’t even stand to look at you this morning.”

The order to leave was quite firm. Even so, his fingers wouldn’t loosen their grip, so she ended up pulling on the hand he was holding, forcefully. He wouldn’t budge, he clearly wasn’t going to let go.

Instead of releasing her hand, Cárcel used his other hand to gently pull her negligee down. Her br*asts, once again n*ked, jiggled, but this time, his eyes seemed to be focused on her eyes, not her br*asts.

“I’ll do it.”

“I’ll do it….”

“You can’t even lift your arms properly.”

“…Who’s fault is that?”

“It’s my fault.”

He answered meekly, putting the negligee over her head. He looked as if he was apologizing, but it was far from a remorseful expression.

“Because I acted like a dog in heat.”

His voice, close to her ear as he leaned down, sent a shiver down her spine. He reached inside the negligee and slipped each of her arms into the sleeves, then, lowering his hand from inside, gently stroked the side of her br*asts, but he soon pulled away.

He knew himself, so there was nothing else she could say. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] Fine, he knew he was acting like a dog in heat… She muttered, dumbfounded and yet drained, and he laughed, pushing her hair back behind her shoulder.

Despite that, his gaze was still full of lust, making her wary, but he pulled away first.

“It’s because I skipped training yesterday. I’m sorry, I’ll be more careful in the future.”

“…Does it matter?”

Ines stared at him with a sullen expression, as if she’d never heard such a nonsensical remark.

“It does.”

Cárcel replied briefly and walked over to the table beside her. Now she finally noticed the food laid out on the table close to the bed.

Slightly grilled beef, still bloody enough that blood would probably drip if you cut into it, and a few cooked vegetables… If the food on the bed was for her, then this was a simple breakfast just for Cárcel.

Food that he had set down only so he could eat with Ines. However, gentlemen in Ortega absolutely did not eat breakfast in the bedroom. Except if they were terminally ill.

What would everyone think…? Their obvious affection was a scenario that perfectly aligned with Ines’s plan.

At some point, she had to unilaterally desire him, only to be rejected. It was not in her plan to make people imagine that they were so happy together, so much so that they couldn’t even leave the room until morning….

“Normally, I make a point of working out and letting my energy out.”

“What energy… Oh.”

Ines started to ask a question, but then she realized and had nothing to say. Even if yesterday, as she had said, he was overflowing with energy, she had no answer for the days when he said he had let his energy out.

“…So, that was your way of being more restrained?”

However, as she asked again, softly, Cárcel was already cutting the meat, as if he hadn’t heard her.

He was always like this when cutting meat. Like a carnivore who only existed in the world of meat and himself, he couldn’t hear what anyone else was saying.

It was one thing to be ignored subtly, but Ines felt a need to win, so she reached for the tray. As soon as she lifted her hand slightly, the meager strength remaining in her fingertips drained away, so it was like she was struggling just to grab the tray.

Nothing in her body had any strength left, her fingertips, her toes… She had been a little off her game the other day… No matter how much she thought about it, it was practically a marathon of retaliation s*x.

But judging by the clear difference between the days when he had exercised and the days when he hadn’t, as he had said, maybe that was the reason, maybe it wasn’t… And it wasn’t like the strength he had on the days when he had trained was anything she could manage.

Whatever it was, it was frustrating, and even though their difference in stamina was a given, she was now a little ashamed to see him looking so healthy.

So, if it was an effort to reach for the tray, then bringing the heavy silver tray back was a show of bravado.

“…Why didn’t you say anything?”

She was almost there. About a foot away from her knees.

She watched, dumbfounded, as Cárcel effortlessly snatched the tray from her and placed it on her lap. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] She looked at the food, then at him.

“Your hand was shaking so much.”

“It wasn’t, not at all.”

“I didn't even think about it. I should have helped you.”

“I can do that. It’s fine….”

“Should I feed you?”

“…….”

Her eyes, asking, “What did you eat to become like this,” were directed at Cárcel. She didn’t know what made him misinterpret her gaze, but he actually reached for a knife. Ines quickly grabbed his wrist.

“Don’t, it’s really okay. Just eat your…”

“Can you cut the bread?”

“I can.”

“Can you hold the knife?”

“I can.”

“Go on.”

As soon as she took the knife, which he was handing to her by the handle, her hand shook so badly she could feel it. The silver knife had a particularly thick handle and was heavy, but it was something she normally used well, so her current state must be poor.

Cárcel smoothly took the knife from her hand, as if he had been waiting for that moment. Then, he sat down beside her, close to her, and cut the bread, with a serious expression, as if he were inspecting a gun. He cut it carefully, into bite-sized pieces.

It would have been funny to see such a big man doing it, but it was hard to laugh at anything he did with that face. Even Ines, who didn’t feel much excitement for his looks, could see that.

His bangs, still a little damp, fell over his straight forehead. Ines glanced at his neglected meat, then said,

“Just do a rough job, Cárcel.”

"Your breakfasts are always too meager."

Cárcel casually dismissed her words and said disapprovingly. On the silver tray were a glass of freshly squeezed lemon juice and a golden-brown loaf of freshly baked grain bread by Yolanda.

It was a pretty good meal for Ines, who preferred to just have a quick bite in the morning, but it would probably look like a beggar's meal to a carnivore who enjoyed meat from the morning.

“You eat like that, no wonder you’re so weak in the morning.”

“…There’s enough food. It’s all your fault.”

“Right, it’s my fault.”

He readily admits it. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] He answered readily and picked up a piece of bread and brought it to her mouth. Ines looked at him silently, her mouth shut tight.

“Ines, open your mouth.”

“…….”

“I washed my hands. They’re clean.”

“…….”

“I’m telling you to eat the bread, not suck on my c*ck, Ines.”

“…How does your speech jump around like that?”

She asked, dumbfounded, and then instinctively chewed and swallowed the piece of bread that slipped into her mouth.

“And I’m not saying your hands are dirty, but it’s this...”

"Again, ah."

“Give it to me. Here. Go away.”

As she reached out as if to take the bread from his hand, she shook her head back and forth, busy avoiding him. If she knew what expression he was wearing while watching her, she would never have been so eager.

"I’m disgusted by this..."

“Is feeding you food such a big deal?”

“It’s embarrassing and I don’t like it……. So, go away, that’s enough.”

“You sucked my c*ck with that mouth.”

Ines was speechless for a moment at the blunt remark, and then another piece of bread was shoved into her mouth.

Cárcel was laughing. As if he had seen something incredibly cute.

“As expected, your mouth will eat anything you put in it.”

“…….”

She chewed and swallowed blankly, and then another piece of bread was thrust into her mouth. This time, it included the thick, long fingertips.

Ines frowned and bit down on his hand, hard. It was a bite intended to hurt, so of course it would hurt, but all she heard was a soft laugh.

She looked up, and he really was laughing. As if he had been bitten by a kitten, or something similar—a small animal that was totally insignificant. A very ticklish pain that came and went in an instant….

She was a woman who had once dislocated her husband's shoulder with the butt of a shotg*un. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] She should never be treated so insignificantly, like a cat…

“Your bite is like a cat.”

“…….”

“Well, your temper is just as nasty.”

Another piece of bread went into her mouth, as she stared blankly ahead.