Entwined With the Villainous Guardian
Chapter 67: One Body

Chapter 67: One Body

Leander was surprised by her unfocused eyes. Her eyes were shifting from side to side and perspiration formed on her forehead.

"Are you okay, Minnie?" he asked.

There was no response from her. And then she asked if he remembers her. He didn’t know what she meant by that. Maybe she wants to remind him that she is the one who hurt his brother.

It is ironic that he is married to her and now he is going to become one with her. And his grandfather wants him to make heirs with her. But she wants the Kastello family to burn without heirs.

But it doesn’t matter.

"Minnie, look at me..." he held her cheeks. "You are my wife," he said.

Nothing is going as he pleases. If she is going to act this way for a long, he didn’t know what to do. He won’t force her. He can’t hurt her.

He’d gladly be a fool in front of her than hurt her.

What will he tell his family? They are not going to take the ’she is sick’ excuse. They won’t care if she is sick. They want him to follow the tradition of the family.

Wife...

Viviana snapped out of her reverie hearing that. She cannot lose herself in the past like that. She almost revealed her past that she needed to forget. That part of her past should never be talked about by the Kastello family. The truth was so dangerous they had to fake her death. She cannot bring more danger to the people who helped her in the past.

Losing her rationality for a word of recognition from a Kastello is not worth it! She cannot be that desperate for recognition.

But still...

He remembers me... He should remember Leo too...

’I’ll protect you, my Jophiel,’ Leo would say often. ’Even from your stupid self’.

Leo died right in front of her eyes. All she is left with are the happy memories they shared that make her weep when she reminisces about them.

What can she do now? There is someone else who might share even a little bit of the memories of her favorite person.

"Kastello..." she hugged him around the waist. As she looked the little angel tattoo was right in front of her, and she remembered the person who gave her that name.

And if Leander Kastello remembered the both of them and he chose to tattoo Jophiel alone, then...

She kissed the tattoo.

Her eyes filled with tears. Yeah, she is that desperate for recognition and kindness. Even little acts of kindness or affection will tie her to that person forever. That’s how much she yearns for love.

But this is not a little thing.

Leander Kastello, the unforgiving villainous guardian of the Kastello family, for remembering a little girl he once spent some time with in the past, tattooed an angel to his chest, right above his heart.

How can she not be moved by that?

And the times he had protected her...many.

Deep down... Maybe this was why she waited to look at his face when she was standing on the ledge. Maybe she wanted to see if he still remembered their meeting.

And now she knows the answer.

She is never going to tell him who she is. But she knows. He remembers that short meeting just like she does. Both of them remember Leo.

Leander hugged her. His chest tightened as she kissed his chest. She is being proactive and he loved her for it. She is not making his life hard. He can face his family properly tomorrow.

He slipped his hand under her shirt and pulled it up.

Like a leech, she was sticking to his chest. He held her chin and made her look at him.

"Minnie... "

He wetted his lips. She was looking at him with her watery eyes that were doe-like. Her lips were parted and her breath that fell on his face was warm.

He crashed his lips on hers. She tasted so delicious. Just a little taste of her made him intoxicated. He wanted more.

Viviana forgot everything around her at that moment she felt his lips. Everything—her past with him, the hurt, the pain, who they are, their encounter...

All she had in mind was that the man she was with remembers her. And that simple thing made her carefree.

She slipped out of her bra and threw it away. Wrapping her hands around his neck, she climbed on his lap. He pulled his braid and kissed her neck.

She’s never felt such intense feelings before. Not knowing what to do, she clutched the short hair in the back of his head. As his kisses trailed down her neck, she leaned closer to him and her back arched.

He paused and looked at her. Ah, those eyes again...

She crashed her lips on his running her hands through his silky soft hair. Without knowing her legs wrapped around his waist. She felt something rock hard and warm like a hot water pipe. But she didn’t care about that.

She wanted to kiss him more. She wanted to touch him more. She wanted to be touched by him more.

Leander held her back and kneeled on the bed. She was clinging to him like a koala. And her eyes... He never thought that she would look at him like this.

My wife...

She loved kissing him. Holding the back of her head, he gently placed her on the bed. His stiff thingamajig needed a resting place. Or a place to rub on—to rub in.

Whatever!

He wanted to enter her.

It’s amazing how instinct works.

His hand easily reached between her legs as if he’s been touching her all his life.

Viviana moaned as his fingers played between her legs. She didn’t know what he was doing. Maybe he was searching for the hole? But she didn’t care. His hands there touching her at the most sensitive nub made her senses go awry.

There was something coming, she could sense. Her sensory nerves were overloaded by his kisses and touches.

"Minnie..." he breathed out in her mouth.

Viviana was already panting. There was something happening that she couldn’t understand. She didn’t want him to stop now.

"I’m going in," he said.

Only then she bothered to look at the thing she often felt on her. Her eyes widened out of fear.

"That thing is thicker than your wrist!" she said trying to struggle out of his embrace.

The pain she felt with his fingers came to her memory igniting her flight response. She’s not good with pain.

"Minnie..." he gushed. His eyes were pleading with her. He kissed her forehead along the hairline. When he reached her ear, he whispered, his voice shaking, "Mousy... Allow me...Let’s become one body..."

Viviana stopped struggling.

Mousy...

That sounded cute.

Leander looked at her.

I won’t hurt you, ever. I’ll protect you, mousy...

He wanted to tell her, but he choked out of the intense emotion he felt.

Viviana held his cheeks. Again, she saw the weird emotion in his eyes. She nodded giving him the go.

She trusted him entirely.