Chapter 6. Return the Dowry!

Afgan felt the weight of guilt choke him as soon as he smelled Adelia's scent, reflecting on his foolish actions the day before. His eyes were filled with regret, and his heart was haunted by the image of the woman he had taken his virginity from the day before his wedding. The man felt he had also been incompetent in this marriage.

Afgan stepped back, releasing his grip on Adelia's hand and collapsing into a sitting position with his breathing ragged and ragged.

 “Adelia,” Afgan called in a broken voice, trying to contain the anger that was about to boil over.

Adelia turned her head, her eyes glazed over, radiating deep disappointment. “What do you want, Afgan?” she asked in a voice filled with emotion.

Afgan swallowed, trying to find the right words. “I... I don't know where to start,” he said quietly.

“If you want a divorce, then...”

Adelia waited to see what Afgan would say next.

“Return the dowry that was paid for this forced marriage!”

Hearing this, Adelia rose to her feet, her eyes glazed over. “I can't believe that I married a man like you.”

Adelia felt like her world was crumbling. She didn't know what to do, how could she fix everything?

“I don't have that kind of money!” Adelia screamed with tears in her eyes.

After saying this, Adelia immediately picked up a pillow and blanket. She decided to sleep in the living room instead.

“What a bastard man! Damn man!” Adelia exclaimed.

With rough steps, Adelia left the room, leaving Afgan sitting on the edge of the bed with his heart in his throat.

He felt victimized, but he himself had spent time with another woman the night before the wedding.

“Melinda, that girl is innocent. I have to take responsibility for what I did to her,” Afgan muttered in annoyance and then stomped his ass on the bed and lay down. He covered his head with a pillow to suppress his irritation.

“It's really annoying!” Afgan screeched angrily.

But as the seconds passed, Afgan was unable to close his eyes quietly. Finally, he collapsed on the edge of the bed with a crumpled face. His breathing was ragged with frustration in his heart.

“That cheap woman is asleep yet?”

In the quiet atmosphere, Afgan stepped carefully through the richly carved partition into the living room where there was a sofa where Adelia was sleeping. The dim light from the bed lamp shone gently into the room, creating a calm and peaceful atmosphere.

Afgan approached the sofa with slow steps, without realizing it, he wanted to make sure that Adelia was sleeping soundly and safely. Gently, Afgan observed her for a moment, confirming that she was really asleep.

“Gosh, she can sleep this soundly.” Afgan shook his head and girded his loins.

After confirming that Adelia was sleeping peacefully, with great tenderness, Afgan decided to pick Adelia up from the sofa and carry her carefully into the bedroom.

He felt sorry to see her sleeping on the sofa, and he wanted to make sure that Adelia slept comfortably. Gently, he cradled Adelia in his arms, feeling the warmth of her body restful in her sleep.

Afgan smiled at the soft snores from Adelia's reddened lips. Afgan swallowed his saliva quickly.

Afgan carried Adelia into the bedroom, laying her gently on the bed.

“Don't think that I care about you, I just don't want you to get sick and then bother me,” Afgan said.

“Cuih!” Afgan hissed with his face still full of annoyance.

“Humm. “Adelia turned her body and hugged the pillow comfortably.

Afgan made sure that Adelia was wrapped comfortably in the blanket before going to the next room to sleep himself.

Afgan clenched his fists tightly. His fingernails almost cut his palms. And looked sarcastically at Adelia.

Actually, he didn't have the heart to be rude to Adelia, but his heart ached to see her. Especially when she remembered Adelia's treatment before their wedding day.

In the quiet bedroom, Afgan mumbled to himself, thinking about the forced marriage he had to endure. Tired of thinking, he prepared himself for bed, closed his eyes with a calm mind, and let himself drift off into a deep sleep.

“We have to get a divorce anyway. I must take responsibility for the woman who gave me her honor.”

Afgan spoke the words in a soft voice and closed his eyes, trying to convince himself more than anyone else.

He felt that stating these reasons was the best way to keep an emotional distance between himself and Adelia. Although he may have had deep feelings for Adelia, he tried not to let those emotions interfere with their relationship. In his eyes, Adelia was a beautiful, cute and gentle woman.

“Things would have been different if she hadn't been a slut.”

As she said those words, she tried to hide her true feelings, feeling that it was a wise decision despite the difficulty.

The next morning, Adelia woke up confused. She saw herself in the bedroom, not remembering how she had gotten there.

Adelia sat up hurriedly. Her eyes looked at Afgan who was only wearing a black bathrobe of fine silk standing in front of the mirror shaving.

Adelia looked at herself, realizing that her clothes were still intact, indicating that Afgan had not moved her last night. Adelia decided to open the conversation...

“Afgan,” Adelia called softly.

“Hmm.” Afgan's face looked cold and unfriendly.

“What happened last night?” asked Adelia, trying not to show anxiety.

“I didn't want you to sleep on the sofa,” Afgan replied without looking at her, his voice sharp and stern.

“If you were sick, it would be a hassle for me. I don't have time to take care of you,” he continued as he opened her wardrobe and removed her bathrobe.

“You're ... not dressed,” Adelia replied with a blush and hurriedly turned her face the other way.

“Hey, I'm still wearing a towel! Wash your dirty head!” snapped Afgan harshly.

Adelia glanced over, the man was still wearing the towel wrapped around his waist. At first glance she saw streaks of flesh on Afgan's back like burns, but Adelia didn't dare to look clearly.

 “This is my room, and I don't want to be disturbed. My closet is here. Of course, I'm dressed here too. Don't disturb me!” Afgan exclaimed in a stern voice and then simply put on his pants.

Adelia felt offended by Afgan's tone, but she tried to remain calm. “Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you. I just wanted to know why I'm here.”

“I moved you to the room because I didn't want to be disturbed if you were sick, didn't I answer earlier?” Afgan had finished putting on his pants, answered coldly and was still naked looking at her.

Adelia felt angry at Afgan's rude attitude, but she chose to maintain her composure. “I just wanted to protect your privacy. I didn't mean to trouble you, you can put your clothes on in the bathroom,” Adelia said in a steady voice.

“Hey, cheap woman. You listen now, this is my room. I just finished taking a shower. My closet is here. Just move to the next room if you're bothered.”

“...and don't act like an innocent girl!”