Quick Wear: Reversing Life

Chapter 300 The Imprisoned Mermaid (19)

Reg didn't understand mermaids. Even though mermaids had upper bodies similar to humans, Reg thought that mermaids might not laugh, or maybe Molly just didn't like to laugh.

But it turns out Molly can laugh.

When she's not smiling, Molly is cool, mysterious, and even strangely sacred.

Maybe it had something to do with Molly's golden hair. Reg always thought she looked very much like Aphrodite, the goddess known as the goddess of beauty.

Whenever he had sex with her, Reg felt a blasphemous pleasure in his heart.

But when Molly smiles, it's a different feeling.

It is like the moonlight shining on the ripples of the deep sea, like a willow leaf held in the beak of a white dove in spring, like sunshine and flowers.

Beautiful, brilliant...all the beautiful adjectives cannot describe that feeling.

But the more beautiful and brilliant it was, the angrier Reg became.

It’s like a precious flower bud that you have carefully nurtured, but it blooms for others.

This feeling made Reg very unhappy!

That sailor, of average appearance and build, was not as wealthy or as high-ranking as him...

Molly was actually smiling at him?

The anger in Reg's chest was about to burst, and he wondered whether he should throw that damn sailor into the sea to feed the sharks!

"Molly, tell me, why are you smiling at him?"

"What were you talking about?"

Reg clamped Molly's jaw and stared at her.

The smile on the mermaid's face had long since vanished without a trace, and it was as cold as ice.

"Just asked him to get me a glass of water."

"Then why are you smiling at him!? Why?"

Reg's relentless pressure had no effect on Molly.

Molly's expression was indifferent: "Smiling is a courtesy and a way of expressing friendliness."

"Then why have I never seen you smile at me?"

"I have nothing friendly to you."

Reg laughed in anger.

"is it?"

He stared at her for a long time, and finally released his grip on her, sliding his palm all the way to the back of her neck.

There were dense scales there, reminding him all the time: she was a mermaid.

Humans and mermen.

The differences between species are like natural barriers.

Reg thought he must be going crazy.

It must be crazy.

Otherwise, why would those ridiculous ideas pop up in my head?

Closely connected to her?

Be with her forever?

Do not!

She should be his pet.

Reg released his hand and left the bedroom without a word.

...

Reg stood under the mast on the first deck, looking at the endless sea.

The mist has dissipated, the sea is calm and the waves are gentle, and the sun casts a patch of light.

The wound on his arm had been bandaged, and the immense pain of removing the bullet kept him wide awake.

Taking advantage of this clarity of mind, Reg thought a lot.

The men behind him were busy moving the things they had just seized on the deck into the cargo hold.

"Sir, there are a lot of women's things on the weapons box. They are probably used for covering up. Do they need to be disposed of?"

Mark stepped forward and stood behind Reg to ask for instructions.

Reg glanced sideways and saw that there were indeed a lot of women's clothes in the open box.

It seemed like the perfect size for Molly.

"Leave it alone."

Mark nodded and turned to have everything moved to the cargo hold.

Reg looked up and saw the crew member who was guarding Molly walking over with his head down, and moving the box away with another person.

The man seemed to feel Reg's gaze, lowered his head even more, and buried his head in his work without saying a word.

Reg stared at the other person, scanning him inch by inch.

What is it about you that makes people like you?

He should be killed.

Mark suddenly felt a chill on his back, and when he turned around, he saw the murderous intent in Reg's eyes.

mark:?

Who made him unhappy again?

Mark quickly walked away and instructed others to work faster.

It was not until noon that Reg returned to the bedroom with a glass of water and a basket of fish.

Molly was leaning against the water tank, flipping through a thick book.

Reg handed the glass of water to Molly.

Molly took a look and took the glass of water and took a sip.

Reg watched her drink the water and stood aside, saying in a low, cold voice, "There is no place our Castilian ships cannot reach, and there is nothing we cannot do."

"Resistance is useless."

The only outcome of resisting Castile is death.

"As long as you behave yourself, I will make your life on land more comfortable than in the ocean."

Molly heard what Reg meant.

From the sailors' discussions, I pieced together what had happened.

But Molly said nothing.

Any decision that goes against the will of the people will ultimately fail.

Molly knew that the Netherlands was the Netherlands.

She did not tell Reg that after the Eighty Years' War ended in the Netherlands, it would be King Philip IV of Spain who would personally sign the Treaty of Münster, formally recognizing the independence of the Dutch Republic.

After that, the Netherlands will enter a golden age of dominating maritime trade.

They would form an East India Company and establish colonies around the world, much like Spain and Portugal do today.

The course of history will not change because of one person.

Her fate will not be written by Reg either.

Seeing that Molly remained silent, Reg thought she had compromised, and his mood suddenly improved. He began to peel fish for Molly.

Molly's hair was a little messy, so after dinner Reg carried her out of the water tank, let her sit on the bed and combed her hair, and also brought some new women's dresses.

Although Reg looked down on the clothes worn by these common women, the fabric was rough and the workmanship was simple, which was not worthy of Molly at all.

"When we get to the palace, I'll have the tailor make you some clothes."

Reg looked at Molly, who was wearing a linen shirt and a woolen long skirt. Her hair was braided and hung on one side of her shoulder. If her face was covered, she would look like an ordinary farm girl, pure and innocent.

Without covering her face, she would be like an angel fallen into the mortal world, imprisoned in her own farmyard by vulgar mortals.

Looking at Molly's creamy face and extremely cold expression, Reg felt a strange sense of blasphemy again.

Reg always did what he wanted, so he leaned over and kissed her lips, and put his right hand on the back of her head so that she had nowhere to hide.

When her body was under her control, Molly was not enthusiastic about kissing him and even felt a little resistant.

But Reg was firm and would not allow her to refuse at all. He held her tightly under him and deprived the oxygen in her chest.

Reg wanted to stay entangled with her like this forever and melt her into his body.

Even though Molly bit him without restraining her strength and made his lips and tongue bleed, Reg did not let go.

The sweet and fishy taste of rust exploded on the tips of their tongues. Reg felt the pain and pushed harder.

Molly's tongue felt numb, and she put her hands on Reg's chest and used a lot of strength to push Reg away.

They both could clearly hear the sound of water splashing as their lips and tongues entangled and then separated.

Molly was panting, and just as she took a few deep breaths, Reg came up to her again.

"roll!"

Reg was so eager to hold it in that he grabbed Molly's hand and was about to move down.

"Go away!"

Reg kissed Molly's neck and asked breathlessly, "We're together day and night, can you get pregnant with my child?"

Molly sneered: "Don't dream."

There is reproductive isolation between humans and mermaids, so how could she possibly conceive his child?