Entwined With the Villainous Guardian
Chapter 150: The End

Chapter 150: The End

Lionel’s heart got shredded to pieces. He says he loves her and here she is wanting for help from him and yet he... He couldn’t even help her.

Brie smiled and waved her hands. Although she couldn’t hide the disappointment from her eyes. "It’s okay. I just have another year or two left in the contract... so..." she scratched her head and walked back to the bar.

Lionel rubbed his forehead. She has three years left. She was sixteen when she signed the contract for twenty years. She’s thirty three.

"If you don’t want to do this you shouldn’t," he said.

Her hands holding the whiskey bottle shook and with a thud she placed the glass on the table.

Lionel bit his tongue. It’s not like she entered the contract because she wanted to. She thought she didn’t have a choice and she was coerced to sign the deal. And she’s been exploited all her adult life when she should have had fun.

Why didn’t she come to me? Why didn’t she wait for Leander? Why did she go to Evander for help?

"I could have helped you, Brie...You didn’t come to me. You went to him and his brother. I was there too... I was... Why?" Lionel couldn’t keep his deepest regret from her anymore and asked. He wanted to ask her why for years and yet he held back because he feared her answer.

He didn’t know why he had the courage to ask her today. She’s the one drinking and why is he the one acting drunk?

He waited for her to reply. He could only see her back and her messy bun. She poured herself another glass and drank that glass too without any break. And another glass. She tried to pout another glass but she swayed.

"Okay, that’s enough," Lionel rushed to her and got the bottle from her hand.

She leaned on his shoulder. "Nellie..." she whispered. "Oh, Nellie..." she sniffed as she slumped on his chest.

Lionel held her and brought her to the bed. He carefully tucked her into the duvet and patted her. "Sleep... I’ll find a way to settle everything."

Yes, he will go to war if that will set her free.

"Don’t," she grabbed his collar and her drowsy eyes still had the allure of the temptress she is. "Please don’t do it. Whatever you’re thinking... Don’t..."

"Do you want to protect him?" Lionel scoffed. "Even if you suffer?" His eyes blurred for a moment and he felt something warm on his hand.

It can’t be that he’s crying, right?

"Nellie... Sweet, Nellie..." she pulled him. She was drunk and yet her pull was strong. Or, he might have been feeling so weak and powerless he ended up getting pulled by her.

"My sweet... sweet... Oh, Nellie..." she kissed his forehead.

Lionel hugged her around her shoulders. He wanted to revel in her warmth for some time.

"Thank you... Thank you for these nights where I can be free... Thank you... Thank you, for everything... Please... please... don’t visit me anymore. Let this be the last night..."

"What?" Lionel was shocked. She is his sanctuary where he finds rest. If she doesn’t want him, where else will he go?

"No," Brie hugged him close so he couldn’t look at her. "Let’s end this... whatever THIS is... Marry, have kids, be happy, Lionel Waldorf... I wish you all the success and happiness. But I don’t want to see you anymore. You... you make me hate myself. I might kill myself if I see you anymore. If you can’t even bring Leander here, then..."

Her hold around his neck loosened and she turned to the side showing him her back. Lionel slid down and sat on the floor. He couldn’t figure out what was going on.

The woman he loves tells him that she might die if she sees him. Did he make her feel that bad just by visiting her?

Has it ended? Just like this?

What should I do?

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Viviana peeked out of the bathroom to see if Leander was in the bedroom. She didn’t see him anywhere and so she dashed to the bed quickly and covered herself with the duvet.

Closing her eyes, she couldn’t help but remember the little dance he did. He had the stiffest waist she had ever seen. His waist didn’t even shake a bit and yet he tried. His bulky muscled arms were stiff too. He couldn’t even do the wave.

She always liked a man who can sing and dance. But Leander was none of that.

He had a beautiful speaking voice. At times she would feel tempted just by his voice. But singing is not for him. And with his appearance and body, he could be an idol if he could at least dance a little.

But no, God never makes perfect human beings. He just gives them at least a single flaw.

But is she that bothered by his inability to sing and dance? No. She’s truly gone bonkers.

She heard the door lock behind her. It must be Leander. She closed her eyes tightly and observed every little movement. He went straight to the closet for some reason. And he came out within a minute.

She could feel the bed sinking behind her and her heart pounded without her permission.

"Are you asleep already, Mousy?" he asked.

She felt his elbow sinking on her pillow and she did her best to pretend to be asleep.

"Sugar... Honey..." he hissed in her ear.

She almost burst out laughing, but she held herself back. She didn’t want to get mocked by him.

Leander, with a sigh rolled to his side of the bed. He stared at her back for some time. He saw the great distance between them and he did not like that at all.

He wanted to fill her up with him that night, but she feigned to be asleep. She must be not interested. He would have tried his best to wake her up by teasing her spots, but then he feared if she would call it "r&pe". He does not have the courage to hear her say that.

But is it though?

He didn’t know why he suddenly thought of Lionel.

Eh, he can screw himself!