The merman, my man

Chapter 224

“Huh? What did you say?“ I shook my head again to keep playing drunk before dropping my head, “Oh

my god… I think I’m going to wet myself. Mind if I do it right here?“

“Does anyone know who this is?“ Gary barked impatiently.

I watched as everyone on deck gathered around me, forcing me to brace myself to keep playing the

role o f a drunkard as I wobbled all over Dicken. I suddenly felt terribly unlucky. I ought to have a male

lead

since I was basically acting, yet my male lead was not cooperating at all.

‘Oh, woe is me.’

Meanwhile, the people gathered around me didn’t recognize me at all. My disguise obviously fooled Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

David as well, as he did not manage to identify me.

“Throw him in the brig, “ Gary ordered.

His men kept me restrained before dumping me in the pitch-black room as if I was actually a drunkard.

They kept my hands cuffed and poured me a cup of disgusting liquid to sober myself up before leaving

me alone for a while.

But I know that this was just the start. These people would never be careless enough to let free a

drunkard playing dumb. Someone would soon come to interrogate me. How should I disguise myself

then, especially with Gary? And why on earth would Dicken do this to me?

Even as I was left unsure what to do, the door opened, and I looked up warily. The first person I saw

left me feeling as if my death was coining, although I was stunned when I saw the person behind him.

Naturally, the first person was Gary, and the one behind was Dicken in disguise. As a matter of fact,

Dicken looked like a dutiful goon or henchman. He remained impassive as he carried a plate full of

metallic objects for torture, including pincers, scissors, scalpels, and needles. I felt my hair standing on

end as I realized what they were for. I really didn’t want any of those things inserted into me…

Honestly, I had dug my own grave!

I could only shoot looks of distress towards Dicken’s unfamiliar face. However, his eyes were hidden

behind his shades, and I couldn’t see if he was looking at me. He somehow behaved like a robot being

controlled, and I panicked as a terrible sense of unease filled my chest in that instant. Perhaps he really

wasn’t Dicken? But, there was no mistaking it

—that was his scent ! Was he controlled by some drug or power? But, he was so intelligent and

powerful. How could someone else control him?

I was getting even more confused as my breathing came out quicker. Then, Gary slowly bent forward,

throwing a shadow that blocked all light from above me.

He spoke with breath stinking of alcohol and tobacco, ”Are you sober now, kid?”

His voice was crude and cruel as he firmly seized my hair, forcing me to lift my head to ease the strain.

He grabbed my neck with his other hand when I did so, slamming my back against the wall. I was left

coughing and struggling when my face suddenly felt lighter—my shades had dropped off, and it was

too late even as I tried to turn away.

Gary’s hand on my neck trembled for a moment before easing its grip. He then touched my cheek,

forcing me to face him directly, and I could only comply.

“You’re… Linda…“ I watched as Gary’s pupils dilated in shock. Disbelief was written all over his face,

and his cheeks twitched in excitement, even as he breathed alcoholic fumes over my face.

“God, why are you here… I thought you…“

Then, he laughed and murmured, “Because you missed me? Linda…“

“Disgusting! “ I resisted the urge to barf and struggled to escape his hand, but he grabbed me by the

collar and pulled, tearing my shirt wide open and baring everything before him. I could feel his gaze

blazing right then, darting between my naked skin and leaving me in utter terror. My only choice was to

turn towards Dicken, but Gary had utterly blocked my line of vision, while Dicken did nothing at all.

‘What’s with you, Dicken? Are you just going to watch as he defiles me?’