Reborn for Revenge: The Villainous Tycoon Became My Slave

Ili: “A prince of the Demon City, no less, lowering himself to sneak around me as a slave. How humiliating for you, Your Highness Rocky.”

Ili deliberately stressed the words “Your Highness Rocky.” She seemed respectful, but her eyes and heart were full of contempt.

Rocky wasn't angered. He folded his arms across his chest and watched the woman before him with interest. Though trapped, she had lost none of her dignity or pride.

For some reason, just seeing her and knowing she was safe put his mind at ease.

He happened to notice the blisters from burns on Ili's hand. His eyes darkened, and it felt as if countless searing blades were piercing his heart. Scalding blood caught in his throat, impossible to spit out or swallow.

But more than anything, he felt guilty. After all, he was the one who had captured and imprisoned her.

Then Ili's next words plunged him into an icy abyss.

“What about Saul? How is he?”

Ili's expression turned serious, her earlier sarcasm gone. She had no idea that the way she waited so anxiously for an answer deeply affected the volatile man before her.

Rocky snapped, “Alive.”

Ili visibly breathed a sigh of relief. Rocky saw the corners of her mouth lift, and the sight stung. Gritting his teeth, he strode over and pulled her roughly by the waist.

“You seem awfully concerned about him.”

Ili instinctively tried to push away the wall of muscle holding her captive, only to find she couldn't budge him at all.

Without a trace of fear, Ili met the man's blood-red eyes.