The General's Wife Wants to Leave
Chapter 107: Is it a spell?

Chapter 107: Is it a spell?

"Why are you crying, Joanna?"

Joanna dazed, staring up at the man whose green eyes that sparkled under the illumination of the lantern above him captured hers.

"What happened?"

Joanna heard the man ask her again, but she only stared at him as if she were enchanted by his low, tender voice.

"Are you missing me?"

It was then that Joanna was awakened from her stupor, casting away all the spells chanted by the green-eyed man, who wore a faint smile on his lips.

Blinking her eyes several times, Joanna closed her lips, which were subtly agape due to what welcomed her once she opened the door. She then gently pushed the cold hand that caressed her cheek, as it had been there to wipe away the tears from her face.

Joanna’s eyes turned wide when the cold hand that she had pushed away from her cheek moved to the lower part of her nose. But before it made contact with what was laid on it, as she also knew what he was going to do, Joanna took a step back. She then wiped the flowing snot with the handkerchief that she was still holding in her hand.

"What are you doing here, Sir Canillas?" Joanna asked, despite being ashamed of what she just wiped dry with the handkerchief.

"What did you think about that?" Canillas asked instead of answering, putting the hands, one of which had been left hanging in the midair when the lady before him retreated from his touch, in his trousers pocket.

Having her eyes narrowed at the astonishing response she heard, which was actually not something new for Joanna, she said, "I don’t know why you are here, Sir Canillas. But I would like to advise you to go back to your room and take a rest because it is already late."

Upon hearing the advice of care, which was said in a cold tone, one corner of Canillas’ lips lifted as he kept his gaze on the lady’s after-crying face. "I am so touched yet surprised knowing my wife actually cares for me, and I am grateful for that. But can my wife tell me why she is crying?" Canillas asked, raising one of his brows.

Finding the woman that he called his wife averting her eyes away without giving him an answer, he said, "It is fine to be honest once in life, dear wife. You don’t need to hide your true feelings if you are actually missing your husband."

Without any doubt, soon he had her eyes on his, although, of course, it was a disapproving look from the woman who had her brows furrowed. Canillas grinned at the amusing sight before adding, "And I am ready to give my wife, who is missing me, company this night."

A fleeting second later, before responding to the confident-sounding remark of the uninvited guest who suddenly came to disturb her night, Joanna’s eyes went wider when she watched him take a step forward, trying to cross the threshold of the doorway. In reflex, Joanna placed both of her hands on the man’s chest as she tried to push him, preventing him from stepping further and crossing the boundary that she tried to maintain.

"I said we couldn’t share a room, Sir Canillas. Please go back to your room," Joanna said with a grunting voice as she pushed the big man, whose body was hard and heavy like a large rock.

Joanna’s strength was definitely like a feather for Canillas, but he did not try to blow away the feather at the moment. He did not force himself to cross the boundary that was set by her this time. Instead, he took a step back to his previous position, which was behind the open doorway, as if her strength had worked enough to stop him from taking further steps.

Feeling relieved that the cunning man cooperated this time, not making the situation as complicated as he usually did, Joanna pulled her hands, one of which was still holding the handkerchief, from the hard chest that felt like rock under her palms. But before she could completely remove her hands, they were pulled back to touch the hard chest, with her body being slightly pulled as well.

Bumping into his chest, Joanna quickly pulled her body away while trying to free her hands from his, but to no avail as his strength was out of words compared to hers.

Meanwhile, different from Joanna, who wriggled here and there while repeatedly saying ’let me go’ as she was desperate to free herself from him, Canillas stood still and gently held the soft, warm skin while capturing the alarmed face of the woman before him.

"Why are you crying, Joanna? Tell me, and I will go back to my room after you tell me that," Canillas muttered after noticing Joanna’s breath quicken as she moved erratically.

Even being held by him, she looked like a person who was going to be eaten by a predator. Canillas sighed inwardly at how desperate the woman was to be free from him, her husband.

He was immersed in indescribable joy when he found her play her role as his wife, showing care to him about the suit that he would wear for the birthday banquet of the Terran crown prince. However, until they finished their dinner, he did not find her gaze properly directed at him, as she clearly avoided looking at him.

If it was not because he attracted her with the invitation letter he handed in to her, which made her offer him a questioning look, after she spared him a brief glance when she greeted him before the dinner began, he was sure that she would keep lowering her eyes or directing her eyes only to her father during the dinner.

When the dinner was over, she hurriedly excused herself to call for the night, going back to her room and leaving him behind with her father.

He could only see her back disappear from his sight as she left the room with hurried steps.

And when he was back in the room prepared by his father-in-law, he could close his eyes, but he could not go deep into slumber. He tossed and turned in the empty bed, without a companion who had slept next to him for two consecutive nights.

There was no soothing scent, and the sound of soft breath enveloped his senses. There was no beautiful wife sleeping defenselessly, an arm away from him.

He wondered why the presence of that woman was so impactful for him. She was even in the same bed as him, not to warm his bed.

He had slept alone for many years. No woman had ever slept on his bed, and he was totally fine with that. But now he was craving the presence of the cold woman, who still refused to accept him as her husband and desperately disappeared from his sight.

Normally, most men would consider this kind of behavior an insult. But he was fine with any conduct she had shown him, as if she had cast him a spell to yearn for her presence.

Canillas wondered again. Did this woman really cast a spell on him, making him wander around somewhere to end up in front of her room?