“If you break your promise and hit me, I’ll throw you out immediately.”
Promises exist to be kept, and she would soon find out how much he understood that meaning. Promises that were constantly broken. Actually she didn’t believe his words. If he did such a thing just one more time, even if he was sick, she would really throw him out. She didn’t want to live like that anymore. Absolutely not. She had to forge her own destiny too. Just trembling in fear would only continue a hellish life. She would need more courage, but now she was trying to summon that courage. For herself.
He nodded. Leon had promised himself.
“Now then, shall we return to discussing our marriage?”
Leon brought up the marriage talk again as if he had just gotten sidetracked. As if nothing had happened.
Yvonne, who had been somewhat agitated, looked toward the stick thrown far away while trying to regain her reason. What should she do without that.
Yvonne could only look down at him with a bewildered expression.
Hah…… Suddenly Leon sighed as if frustrated. Yet she didn’t understand why it felt like such a gentle sigh.
He suddenly pulled her closer and made her sit on his lap. It happened so quickly that Yvonne was so startled her eyes and lips widened fully.
She immediately struggled to stand up again but Leon’s firm grip around her waist made her sit back down.
They were too close. Moreover, their bodies were pressed together. This position was quite…… very…… extremely uncomfortable.
With discomfort and awkwardness, surprise and horror all mixed together, Yvonne’s head was spinning.
“You need to make up for disappointing me.”
What was she supposed to make up for like this?
Seeing her still seeming lost, he brought his face even closer.
“You don’t seem to think of me as your fiancé. Living together in the same house but not even a goodnight kiss. Make up for all of it here. So I can clearly feel that I’m your fiancé.”
Gasp.
A startled sound escaped from Yvonne’s mouth. Make up for all of it…… he says.
“Do it like you used to.”
That profound gaze, the low voice enveloping her whole body, the heat of his arms firmly holding her—she wasn’t unaware of what this meant. But it was just bewildering that such things were happening between him and her.
Could it be…… what he wants from me now is…
A kiss?
She felt like going crazy. No, Leon was the crazy one now. He wasn’t in his right mind. Why…… why would he want something like this.
Maddeningly, Leon was still waiting with anticipation gleaming in his eyes. Only ‘Why?’ kept floating through her mind.
Like she used to? Was he talking about what she did in the early days of their engagement?
For nearly 2 years they hadn’t had this kind of contact. Just thinking about her lips touching his cheek made her body tremble.
Emil…… Emil……
She kept repeating that name like a mantra as if it were the meaning of life.
Right. This was better than being hit. Just think about that. Yvonne steeled herself and slowly approached him.
Whoof, she felt his hot breath. Was he still feverish?
But as she got closer and closer, he clearly showed signs of tension, holding his breath with his eyes gently closed. Why?
When she got even closer, his expression subtly changed. A slight smile of anticipation appeared as one corner of his mouth rose faintly. She only now realized that the smile appearing at both corners of his lips was the demon’s smile she had seen in her dream.
She now remembered who had won in that dream too. The demon. This man, Leon, was the victor. Just like now.
She quickly got it over with. She really did just quickly get it over with as said.
As soon as her lips touched his cheek, she quickly returned to her spot. Leon’s eyes noticeably crinkled before he slowly opened them and stared at her again. It was a gaze full of dissatisfaction. Moreover, it was a severely reproachful gaze as if he was asking what she was doing.
What more did he want? He said to do it like before. She did exactly that but why was he acting like this.
“Are you still not appeased?”
Appeased? Even while squirming in her uncomfortable position, Yvonne couldn’t understand what he kept asking about. He was the angry one and she should be the one asking that. She felt frustrated about why the questioner and the questioned were becoming reversed.
She had countless reasons to be angry at Leon. But there was no reason for that anger to be resolved, and what did it matter now whether that anger was resolved or not…. Perhaps…… was this the same context as with the flower basket? This was ridiculous. He really knew how to make someone feel pathetic.
“Let’s do it again.”
Her eyes grew so wide they looked about to pop out. Do what…… again…?
Instinctively sensing danger, she stood up trying to escape. But his firm hands sat her back down on his lap and she couldn’t get away. Just sitting was driving her crazy but he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer to his chest, to be embraced in his arms. Her whole body began trembling finely.
She really didn’t want to do what came next.
Leon just looked down at her without moving, like he’s telling her to hurry up and move. He just kept staring and staring at her face like he would bore holes through her.
His black pupils seemed to soften as if enchanted by her surprised, round purple eyes. No way. That couldn’t be. That was impossible….
She couldn’t think anymore. His hand…… was touching her face. His fingers were tracing the lines, slowly savoring down her nose bridge to her lips as if tasting. At least that’s how it looked to her now. Heat emanated from his half-closed eyes and hot breaths flowed from his slightly parted lips. She couldn’t believe he was focusing on her in such a state.
His irregular breaths felt close, making her shrink back more. Leon couldn’t possibly be this nervous. This must be for another reason. It was because his body wasn’t fully recovered yet.
It seemed better to quickly finish and get away. Yvonne squeezed her eyes shut and approached his lips.
Ugh.
They touched. They really touched. Yvonne forcefully kept her lips tightly closed and endured.
Leon’s lips were very hot. Actually, this was their first kiss. She had no memory of how his lips felt.
Whew….
Now their lips separated. She sighed in relief, finally feeling assured. It was over. She prepared to get off his lap. But…
He didn’t let go and kept holding her. Still firmly too. Why?
Yvonne looked up at him in confusion. Their gazes met at a very close distance. She started becoming scared at his gaze full of dissatisfaction. Now Leon didn’t just seem incomprehensible but felt like a complete stranger. Is this really that same man who treated me so horribly…?
“Le……on?”
The moment she called his name, flames of anger flared in his pupils. She had only called his name but had no idea what she had done wrong.
In an instant, his lips descended on hers and began moving roughly. No…… don’t do this.
She absolutely wouldn’t allow him trying to part her lips open. Then she pushed at his shoulders with her hands. Let go. Let me go.
After she struggled so much, his hand grabbed the back of her head to stop her from moving. Still she wouldn’t allow it. His lips trying to part hers were too hot, far too hot. Where they touched felt like it would burn.
Leon wanted to part her lips and stir them up as he pleased. Yes. He was angry. When his name flowed from her lips, he momentarily lost his reason. Why did she keep refusing like this. To think kissing his fiancée once would be this difficult.
Hoo…… hoo……
For some reason he removed his lips and opened space to breathe. This felt not like a kiss but like they had fought a battle. Yvonne, who had been breathing heavily with her chest heaving, couldn’t help but tense up again. It wasn’t over yet. His burning gaze and the heat radiating from his body told her that.
“Why are you doing this?”
She became scared. His frighteningly low voice trailing down her whole body scared her. This had never happened. Not even once. She hadn’t wanted something like this.
“Why are you…… why are you doing this to me?”
Yvonne was startled by her own voice. To think she was sobbing. She had become terrified.
“I’m not even asking to go to bed, just one proper kiss.”
Yvonne couldn’t say anything.
Perhaps thinking she had understood his words, his lips approached this time. She immediately held her breath and shrank back.
Leon seemed to have properly found another method of torture.
Leon looked dangerous with that crooked smile—like the evil demon from her dream. This wicked demon who mercilessly shook others’ weaknesses.
Once again Yvonne squeezed her eyes shut, just hoping it would end quickly.
As soon as his hot breath sprayed on her face, Leon’s lips covered hers without leaving a single gap. He traced her lips so thoroughly. He was acting like they were lovers meeting after being separated by war for over a year.
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Tillda
It was painful to read. At this point it’s quite obvious that her current fiance is not the one who made a punchbag of her. Why is he so oblivious to all the signs she’s giving about being abused before?