The General's Wife Wants to Leave-Chapter 145: The serenade of the night

Those all still played in his head vividly if he wanted to recall how his wife looked when she was asleep, as he did not sleep immediately during the nights he shared the bed with her.

Rather than closing his eyes to surrender to the deep slumber, despite his sleepiness, he spent more hours familiarizing himself with the woman who had made him choose her as his wife.

Besides, it was the first time he could miraculously spend time in bed together with her, considering that she desperately tried to get rid of him and be away from him. Hence, he wanted to enjoy every moment of the miracle bestowed upon him.

Because of that, he could tell how she looked and breathed when she was asleep. And those were the same when he found those states on her a few moments ago when she slept, laying her head on his shoulder in the carriage that brought them to this inn.

Her shoulders were not tense, and her breath was relaxed.

Canillas’ eyes were still fixated on the black-haired woman, who still did not respond to him, staying in silence even though she was not asleep yet.

The inn’s bed was not as large as that of her room in the Powel Orphanage. He was not sure if the size of the bed for a single or two people in every room in the inn was the same or not.

If they were a normal married couple, the size of the bed where they were now lying was enough to indulge together in warmth.

Nevertheless, since they were a problematic married couple, it was likely that he was the only one who was grateful for the size of the bed, where he could reach the pretending-to-sleep woman without even needing to fully stretch out his arm. Hence, he could see her current state clearly.

Canillas sensed that she was unable to sleep because she might be deep in thought about what he had said openly to her. As if the meaning of the number eight he elaborated to her was not enough to cause her distress, he added it, insisting on her giving him an answer about her being his real wife.

He was really sorry for that, but he really wanted to make her his wife, his true wife, who accepted him regardless of her feelings toward him and their marriage.

Was he that desperate to claim her as his only woman and wife? Was he afraid of her leaving him if he did not claim her as soon as possible so that she would have no choice but to stand firmly by his side as his wife? Canillas pondered.

He had tried all his might to be patient. But as time flew by, his patience turned dim.

He had tried to keep watering his patience, but the petals of his patience had fallen one by one, following the changing of seasons that could not be hindered no matter what effort was made to alter the call of the universe.

When Canillas pondered his actions towards her and the desire to have every fiber of her entire being that he felt getting more intense with time, his mind wandered towards the sudden thought that came to his mind.

Was it because of the sin in the past?

Canillas’ eyes fell at the sight of the long, black hair that peeked through the white blanket, whose tips of a few locks were close to his fingertips.

Gingerly, Canillas brought his fingers to touch that silky hair, only to feel its softness spreading on the tips of his fingers that were now deliberately brushing them.

But he would take no care of that. Regardless of the sin or not, or whether it was his punishment or not, he was already pulled by her, and he could not let go of her.

They had also passed through so many things that, at first, he thought it was impossible for him to have her here with him. Sleeping in the same bed with her was regarded as a miracle, along with how she began to accept their marriage as he had sipped the tea of reconciliation she made for him.

Still finding Joanna adamant about her silence, Canillas formed a smile on his lips. He could not force her to answer his question again. It was enough to have her pushed into the corner for his previous selfish demand.

"Good night, Joanna. Don’t think of anything. I will not force you to be my real wife if you are still not willing to. Just sleep well so you won’t be tired for tomorrow’s journey." And he could not take away more of her peace because of his selfish demand.

To be his real wife or not, what mattered most was that she was his legal wife, who would accompany him and stay by his side for the rest of his life.

Pulling his fingers away from the soft, silky hair, Canillas was about to turn over, changing his sleeping position from facing his wife’s back to the ceiling, as he guessed that she was probably aware of where his eyes had landed.

They would have a longer trip to the capital the next day, and he did not want her to lack sleep because of her tenseness.

However, before Canillas fully turned his body to face the top of him, the voice of the lady that he had waited to seep into his ears was finally heard.

"I don’t want to be like Mrs. Camel. So if Sir Canillas happened to be like Mister Camel, I would stay with my father, and I would ask my father to tell you that I was away if you happened to come to see me." Joanna spoke in a low voice. "So it is better to take care of yourself well from now on."

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She was not sure enough what he implied with that question. What she grasped was that he asked for her willingness to be like Mrs. Camel, who would accept Mister Camel unconditionally despite his condition.

The other meaning that might underlie his question could also be about her willingness to be like Mrs. Camel, who wished to have another life with Mister Camel.

However, Joanna refrained from giving a response to this probability, as their relationship was not as deep as how the author of that book depicted the bond between Mister Camel and Mrs. Camel.

Their relationship was still raw and too early to be brought to another life, if another life really existed.

Thus, Joanna preferred to respond about his wellbeing, as she always hoped there would be no dramatic events that fell upon the people around her. A happy and peaceful life, along with wellness, was what she wished to be granted for the people that surrounded her.

Meanwhile, Canillas, who heard Joanna’s response to him, let out a soft, low chuckle that softly resonated in the serene room. "How cruel my wife is," responded Canillas before slipping out another chuckle. "But I will remember her message. Good night, Joanna."

Smiling, Canillas proceeded to shift his sleeping position, as although his wife gave a response to him, she was still a shy lady who could not bear his sincere affection.

Looking up at the ceiling above him for unknown minutes, Canillas closed his eyes with a smile when the calm, steady rhythm of the breath of the lady next to him sounded more clearly in his ears.

In the serenade of the night, the black night held him close to his wife, following her eyes to rest and letting their dreams take center stage.