Immortal in Horror Game: She is the Fortune Teller!-Chapter 254 - 249: Bloody Castle 30

Sisi cupped her face with some sadness: "Fool, don’t be afraid, you’ll get used to life here. There are so many maids, they can all keep you company, you won’t feel lonely."

He looked lovingly at the person in front of him, as if he could never get enough: "Lidya, I love you."

Josh thought she should politely respond with "I love you too," but there was something in Sisi’s eyes that she couldn’t understand, like desire, yet also like aggression.

These things made her unusually restless, always feeling like she had forgotten something very important.

There were two voices tugging at her mind.

One was trying hard to persuade her to submit to Sisi, to be his true wife, while the other kept resisting, urging her to twist Sisi’s head off.

Twist Sisi’s head off??

Josh turned pale; how could she have such a horrific thought?

She was supposed to be the person who loved Sisi the most in the world!

Sisi seemed to notice her unusual emotions and raised his hand to pat her slender back comfortingly: "What’s wrong? What are you anxious about?"

Josh looked at him, about to speak but then stopping.

Sisi suddenly let out a low chuckle: "Fool, what exactly are you worried about? Tell me, hmm?"

Josh thought it might not be polite to say "I want to kill you" on the wedding night.

She shook her head: "It’s nothing."

Sisi kissed her forehead: "Alright, sleep now."

Josh’s body instantly tensed up.

Sisi pressed her down onto the bed and covered her with the quilt before she could react: "You seem unprepared, I won’t force you, don’t be afraid."

Inexplicably, Josh’s agitated emotions were soothed.

Sisi lifted the quilt from the other side and lay down.

The bed beside Josh sunk down significantly.

A large hand reached over and easily swept her into his embrace.

Josh felt guilty for making her husband endure such things on their wedding night; she should do something to make it up to him.

She thought for a moment, as if making up her mind, seriously nodded, turned her head, and pouted to kiss the corner of Sisi’s mouth.

"Josh! I’ll hammer you to death for being such a love-struck fool!"

A strange man’s voice suddenly echoed in her mind, full of murderous intent and vigor.

Josh was startled, instinctively straightened her body, and sat up on the bed with a swoosh.

Sisi was startled by her sudden movement, "What’s wrong?"

Josh couldn’t say what was wrong, she sternly got out of bed and took a spare quilt from the wardrobe: "I’m going to sleep on the sofa."

Sisi: "...?"

Josh lay down on the sofa, maintaining a safe distance from the man on the bed, and the anxiety and strangeness in her heart eased quite a bit.

Sisi looked at the girl’s back on the sofa, his gaze flickering.

The second, third... for a whole month, Josh slept on the sofa.

Sisi did not get angry, seeming to be infinitely tolerant of her. No matter what she did, he respected her thoughts, not rushing at all.

Josh stood in the attic, watching the maids coming and going below, her gaze gradually becoming vacant.

Recently, she liked to daze more and more.

There was always a feeling of sudden ease and leisure after being busy for a long time.

Josh’s gaze fell on the maids below. She saw one of them holding a watering can to water the plants, and suddenly had a premonition that the maid would fall into the rosebush fence.

Sure enough, after watering the roses, the maid seemed to want to pick one.

She put down the watering can and reached over the fence.

With a "thud," the maid fell in.

Josh couldn’t help but curve her lips, then was stunned; why did she find this scene so familiar?

Sisi unknowingly appeared beside her, looking indulgently at her: "Fool, do you watch Sophie fall in every day from here—is it that amusing?"

Josh’s mind belatedly realized that she was waiting here every day to see Sophie make a fool of herself.

The sense of strangeness in her heart disappeared.

With a smile in her eyes, she looked at the people below: "Amusing."

Sisi rubbed her head helplessly, took off his cloak, and draped it over her: "The morning wind is chilly. You’re standing at this high windy spot; aren’t you afraid of catching a cold?"

Josh: "No, not really. When I was by the sea, I went out to catch the sea every day. How could this little wind make me sick?"

"You can, indeed, get sick," Sisi looked at her seriously, seemingly dissatisfied with her retort and disobedience.

Josh suddenly felt her body heat up, a bit dizzy and bewildered.

"See, you already got sick, didn’t you?" Sisi’s low, helpless voice came from beside her ear.

Josh frowned slightly, feeling a bit strange; was her body really that weak?

She was picked up and carried back to the bedroom.

The rich woody aroma in Sisi’s embrace made her more dizzy and light-headed.

Josh was laid on the bed, her whole body, finally like a floating duckweed at sea, found a place to rest, alleviating her dizziness somewhat.

Sisi touched her forehead, slightly turned his head: "Sophie, bring a cup of hot water."

Soon, a maid came with a cup of hot water.

Josh saw that maid and felt an inexplicable familiarity.

Just as Sophie handed the water to Sisi, she glanced towards Josh: "Fever again? Your body..."

Josh slightly furrowed her brow: "Again? Did you know me before?"

Sophie gave her a strange look: "You don’t remember..."

"Sophie," Sisi interrupted her, turning to look at her: "You can leave now, I’ll take care of it here."

Sophie suddenly shivered all over, her face turned pale as she lowered her head: "...Alright."

Josh looked at the maid’s retreating back, deep in thought.

Sisi picked her up: "Have a sip of water."

Josh took the cup from his hand and took a sip, unable to help but keep recalling the maid from before, curious: "That one just now..."

Sisi patted her head: "That maid just loves to cozy up to the master of the house, you don’t need to mind her, she’s like that with everyone."

Josh was stunned: "Is that so..."

But she still felt strange.

In a corner of the room, a large empty space was left, with no furniture, cabinets, or decorations, making it appear barren and out of place.

Josh stared absentmindedly at that empty space, always feeling that there used to be something there, something like a birdcage...