Veronica peeked inside and her emerald pupils shook.
She didn't believe what she saw. She just couldn't do it.
How could she believe her eyes when the man she trusted more than herself acted like someone she didn't know.
She knew how much he loved her. She could sense it whenever he gazed at her warmly or touched her affectionately. His fingertips screamed love for her.
That was the very reason she could blindly lean on him and had faith in him.
But what did she get in return?
Betrayal?
Watching two girls touching and kissing her man, she wondered why she had eyes. Why didn't she go blind before catching the sight of that cruel scene?
Max observed her reaction. He saw her growing pale. Her eyes were unfocused. Her lips slightly quivered.
'Honestly, I felt bad for her. I had already guessed what kind of woman she was when I first laid a gaze on her. She is the loyal type. Now that Arthur played with her, she is impure. Unless a guy comes to love her for who she is, she won't be able to get married. But guys mostly like virgin women. I scarcely think she will be able to get married in the future.'
He gently held her arm and pulled her away from the room. Afterward, he closed the door.
"I think you have watched enough. Let's go back." His voice was low and sympathetic.
Veronica didn't hear what he said. Her mind was replaying the scene she had just witnessed.
Her ears were buzzing. Her heart was thumping loudly. A drop of cold sweat fell from her forehead. She felt weak.
When she couldn't hold back anymore, her knees buckled. She collapsed on the floor.
"Hey!" Max held her before her knees dropped on the floor.
'This is bad. She isn't in a good condition.' He sweated.
He heard light footsteps and the voices of women. He pulled Veronica and made her stand on her feet.
"Let's get out of here. If others see us spying on their favorite customer, they will bully you," he told her.
Veronica finally regained her composure but her face was still pale. Her legs had yet to get back their strength.
Max observed her and understood that she wouldn't be able to walk properly.
He said, "I'll take you. Hang on." Then, he put her arm around his neck and assisted her to walk.
They walked past several women. Those women gave them an odd look before going to where Arthur was.
They spoke loudly while laughing, "Do you think that woman is one of Arthur's women?"
"You mean like us? How can that be? She isn't even pretty."
"Right, I thought so too. Seeing her so pale I thought she was betrayed by Arthur."
"Hahaha! How can that be! Such an ugly duckling doesn't have the right to stand in front of Arthur."
"I think she wasn't one of his women. She must be in love with him but he never glanced at her."
"True."
"She was nothing. She will be nothing."
Those women giggled at their own poor jokes. They entered Arthur's chamber and sweetly called out his name.
Max frowned.
'Jealous women are truly vicious.'
He glanced at Veronica. Watching her face contorted in pain, he couldn't utter a word of sympathy.
'I should take her away as soon as possible.'
At that moment, another door was opened, and someone stepped out of the darkroom. That person yawned and stretched their arms.
Noticing some movement, that person's golden orbs flickered gazing at the corner.
That person wondered, 'Did I see wrong? It did seem like her. I must be missing her too much. I'll go back after I'm finished with my work.'
Meanwhile, Max took Veronica out of Morina's Palace. He let her sit on a stone stool right beside a small pond. Afterward, from a street food shop, he brought her a glass of water.
"Here, drink this."
Veronica gulped down the water and realized that her throat was completely dry. She coughed vigorously.
While coughing she couldn't hold back anymore. Tears burst out of her eyes.
She did not want to cry in front of others. She wanted to hold back all the emotions she was feeling.
She sensed him patting her back and heard him say, "Don't be sad. You know what kind of person Arthur is. He never loved a woman. All he wants is physical relations. Such a vulgar man should not have existed in this holy city."
Veronica listened to his kind voice and cried even harder.
It felt like something sharp pierced her heart and stabbed her bloody, wounded, pitiful heart until there was nothing left.
It hurt so much that only unspeakable noises came out of her lips.
She recalled her time with Arthur. The more she thought, the more it hurt.
It pained her so much that her heart had gone numb after some time.
Time passed.
Her loud cry turned into weeping.
Later, there was no sound except for her uneven breathing.
Max uncomfortably looked around.
Luckily, musicians were playing loudly and people were laughing and talking loudly.
He sighed in relief when no one noticed them or they would assume he bullied her.
Scratching her ear, he looked at the pitiful girl who stopped crying.
In a corner, a girl was crying, no one noticed. Her cry was covered with joyful laughter coming from the happy couples.
Her moist eyes puffed. Her nose turned red. Her face was flushed.
Her face was unrecognizable.
Anyone would think she went to war.
'Life is a war,' he thought.
'I never imagined a girl would love a man that much to cry like that. Man, that was lame. How can a guy leave a girl like that? Arthur is an idiot. When he threatened me last time, I thought that he was serious. I was wrong. He didn't change at all. It's okay to play with women who opened their bodies to him shamelessly. Isn't Ver different from them? That guy will regret it.'
"What do you want to do? Do you want to go back to your friend or stay here a little more?"