The General's Wife Wants to Leave-Chapter 137: Yours to see and touch

He could not touch her physically as much or as freely as he wanted to because she had not allowed him to. Hence, he would only touch the beauty virtually with his eyes, and he would keep on watching her even though she voiced her objection, preventing him from looking at her as blatantly as he did.

And he was right that she had actually stolen a glance at him, observing his conduct, as she was now conveying her complaint about him.

"No. I have never watched Sir Canillas in secret." He heard her refuse to admit what she actually did. Canillas smiled at her answer.

"Then can my wife enlighten me about the pairs of beautiful eyes that stared at me when I opened my eyes?" Canillas inquired, placing his hands on the bed behind him, so he leaned back with the support of those hands.

"As much as I remember, there was only one person who had become my companion for the whole time in the carriage I rode," he added.

Canillas smiled, watching the flustered lady in a white nightgown who sat in front of him. One side of her smooth, slender neck was exposed as her long black locks were gathered on one side of her shoulders. Her pale fingers were busy dancing with one another as they fidgeted in nervousness.

"I didn’t watch Sir Canillas in secret. I saw something else. So there was a misunderstanding here." Joanna blurted out anything she found in her nervous mind while trying to appear calm, not shaken by the grinning figure before her who kept tracing her with his sparkling eyes.

"I understand now that my wife actually saw something else." Canillas nodded his head, along with a hum that slipped out of his lips. "This handsome face, was it not?" Canillas pointed at his face, and he giggled as he found the lady before him open and close her mouth several times, like a fish washed ashore. frёeωebɳovel.com

Finding that Joanna was about to retort, refusing to admit that he was actually right, Canillas gave her no room to do so as he had so many things to talk about with her. As she was the one who initiated the conversation, Canillas suddenly thought that this was the chance for him to tell her about several things that she should know.

There were so many days ahead that they would pass together as he would take her to Archess, and she would live as his wife for the rest of their lives. But Canillas felt that this very night was the right moment to convey what he wanted her to know about, as they had a very rare chance to sleep on the same bed where they could talk in private as they were now, and they would sleep separately when they were not outside her dwelling place.

Although the separate room would only be applied when they were in Terra, as he wanted to respect what her family viewed as right, Canillas wanted to make everything clear to her before he brought her back to Archess.

Aside from that, having a quiet, serene atmosphere to share together at this very moment was like a present in their problematic relationship. Hence, Canillas wanted to use this moment to do what he wanted to do with his enigmatic wife.

"There is nothing wrong with seeing your own husband, Joanna. I am not as stingy as my wife, who has a unique hobby to apply the rule for refraining her own husband from showing his sincere affection to her," Canillas uttered, grinning at the end. He then added,

"You can see me as much as you want. Anywhere. Anytime. And I will never prevent you from doing that." Canillas smiled. "And don’t feel shy to admit that, as I never shy to admit that looking at my beautiful wife is the thing that I like to do since I first laid my eyes on her."

Finding the lady before him appeared like she was out of breath while having her eyes busy avoiding his, and as if not enough to see her in that state, Canillas said, "You can also touch me whenever and wherever you want to."

Leaning over to be closer toward the blushing and flustered Joanna while having his body pushed up from the bed due to their distance, Canillas searched for her eyes and whispered before her stunned face once he found that.

"Because I am all yours to see and touch."

Canillas lingered his eyes on the bewildered face before smiling in full of contentment at the completely flustered lady, who looked like she was about to pass out anytime soon.

Noticing that Joanna wanted to disappear from the scene, fleeing somewhere away, as she tended to do when she could no longer bear the affection he showed her, Canillas soon dragged the stool where Joanna sat and brought it closer to him before he sat back on the edge of the bed.

The sound of wood scratching against the marble floor, mixed with the shriek that came from the startled lady, echoed in the quiet, tense room.

Due to the sudden movement, Joanna shrieked and staggered back. But she did not slip and fall from the stool, as there was a big hand supporting her back. Aside from that, in reflex, she also grabbed the arms of the one who pulled the stool so that she would not fall.

Shocked, Joanna opened her eyes wide while breathing rapidly before realizing how close she was to the face of the man who had made her heart almost jump out of her chest due to the surprising movement.

No one of them knew how long they stared at each other.

No one of them knew how long they felt each other’s breath brushing over their lips.

But it was always Joanna who first realized their current state.

Blinking her eyes several times, Joanna shifted her eyes from the green eyes that captured hers and pulled her trembling hands away from the taut, muscular arms that she had grabbed for her support from falling down, and placed them on her lap.

Feeling the soft touch with which warmth penetrated through the sleeves of his shirt to his skin disappear and the bewitching hazel eyes break their focus from his, Canillas sighed inwardly at how fast the lady before him returned to her conscious state.

As the lady before him seemed not yet to realize that he had his hand laid on her slender, warm back, Canillas gingerly pulled it away and placed it on the side of the stool next to her thigh. Less he wanted was that she remembered the rules about not touching her, especially when she was asleep, that she had brought up, but he did not yet give his positive answer as an agreement.

He did not want her to add another stern clause to their hilarious agreement for him not to touch her on any occasion, as the rule about holding her hand was enough to be problematic for him.

Both of Canillas’ hands were now placed on each side of the stool where his wife was sitting between his legs. Their proximity was enough for him to see the golden specks in the eyes of his shy, bewildered wife.

Canillas wanted to prolong the silent moment between them, but the lady before him did not allow him to, as she was now looking to her sides as if finding a way to escape from the cage-like position he provided to her.

As she found no way to escape, Canillas saw her bring her protesting look to him as she had her brows furrowed.

Before she conveyed her protesting remark, which seemed to be stern and unshakable, Canillas said what he wanted to let her know about.