The General's Wife Wants to Leave-Chapter 149: Threatening intimacy

There were so many times Canillas wanted to trace the features of his enigmatic wife, but there were also so many times he refrained from doing that, as he always told himself that it was not the time yet.

But this time, he felt that it was time to satisfy the minimum desire that had long been suppressed inside him.

Canillas caressed Joanna’s cheek, which was sure to be welcomed by another bewildered reaction from her as she shifted her head to uselessly avoid the touch.

He then said, "Because I know that it is impossible not to touch you, my own wife, I didn’t agree to that request. And I want you to know how hard it is not to be able to hold your hand as freely as I can. But I wanted to respect you, trying to understand that you needed time to accept me as your husband. But not to touch you..." Canillas paused, breathing out a sigh. "Don’t you know that it is torture for me, Joanna?"

As he said that, Canillas placed his forehead on Joanna’s forehead, where the strands of her hair had been removed from there. The back of his fingers kept on caressing Joanna’s soft cheek, causing Joanna’s breath to hitch before she placed her palms on Canillas’ chest as she was about to repeat what she had done many times before.

It was the first time for Joanna to face such threatening intimacy. She had never been intimate with anyone before, particularly on the bed. Thus, she did not know exactly how to respond but to try all she could to escape to save her innocence.

"S-Sir Canillas, I-I don’t know what happened to you." Joanna gulped, trying to correct the way she spoke because of nervousness. "But we really need to prepare to leave now. We are far too late." Joanna managed to form words that were hard to utter in such an overwhelming situation.

She was beyond surprised by what the man on top of her, whom she could see under the dimness that he had his eyes closed, was doing at the moment. A few strands of his hair tickled some parts of her face, showing the intimate proximity they had at the moment.

He had become more brazen with his actions toward her, as if their boundaries were never there. His movement was also so fluid after their deep conversation in the Alenna Garden.

From laying her head on his shoulder, holding her hand, trapping her in the cage that he made, attacking her with mind-blowing yet heart-warming sweet and flattering words, embracing her in her sleep, and now showing a more dangerous approach to showering her with affection.

He did not retreat, as he usually did every time she reminded him about their distance, telling him that they were not like an ordinary married couple.

The alarm in Joanna’s head rang, sending an alert message that the boundaries that she had set were under threat as they were being invaded by the prominent General of Archess, who never once lost the battle.

But Joanna could not let him gain another victory, particularly when she was the one who would be made to succumb under him.

Noticing the General was indeed not showing any sign to retreat as he still had his forehead pressed on her forehead with his eyes still closed while his fingers now moved to stroke her hair, Joanna tapped his chest as if waking him up if he happened to sleep again.

As she did that, she tried to avoid touching the bare skin of his chest, which was not covered by the fabric of his loose, disarray shirt. But to no avail, as it still met her poor hands.

Joanna wanted to shift her head to the side, as she wanted to break any intimate gesture he was now showing off to her. But her memory of the emotional man suddenly washed over her as clear as the dew that she saw in the morning on the leaves when she strolled in Alenna Garden.

She recalled their second encounter in the deep forest, where he surprisingly inflicted another sensation on one of her body parts when she turned her head to avoid his kiss. Hence, she stayed as stiff as she was at the moment while expecting him to let her go right away.

Joanna then said while tapping his hard chest, "Sir Canillas, please don’t be like this. We really have to prepare to leave now if you don’t want me to leave alone with my father." Her tone was like that of a mother who tried to reproach a cranky big boy.

But the cranky big boy really played ignorant this time, not willing to obey the words of the woman who reproached him. He also ignored her warning not to cross the boundary she had set.

Having Joanna in his arms the whole night had made him realize that he had been patient enough with her, and he thought that it was now her time to understand him.

He considered that, based on the fact that she had offered him the tea of reconciliation, she could actually accept him as her husband, but she needed time to accept him wholeheartedly.

Thus, this time, different from how he had thought to understand her demand, Canillas considered making a more brazen move, as he expected it could be a catalyst for her feelings toward him.

He was not sure if his decision was right. He doubted if his brazen approach would be the catalyst to make her accept him. And for the first time, he, the so-called great General of Archess, was made not sure about what strategy to use to conquer his opponent.

But he was in a state where he did not care about anything but having her in his arms.

Having her in his arms gave him tremendous joy in his heart, adding to the fact that he embraced her during their rest, surrounded by a calm and serene ambience where they could feel each other’s heartbeat and even share warmth.

And it was not his fault that she ended up in his embrace the whole night.

He always kept her concerns in mind, remembering the condition she set between them as much as he could. He never had any intention to cross the boundary she had set, as he really wanted her not to hate him but to accept him wholeheartedly as time brought them together.

Even though he was aware that sleeping on the same bed as her was not a good choice for him to make, remembering that he was such a pitiful husband who was feared by his own wife, he really wanted to be close to her.

He really wanted to be in proximity to the woman whom he chose as his wife, the woman who had stirred his heart and made his mind filled with indescribable turbulence since he set his eyes on her name on that parchment.

Even though he could not touch her, holding back with all his might not to lay any finger on her body when his eyes traced her delicate figure, he still dared to take consequences by laying close to her side. Because it was the only way for him to be close to her side.

If he were not a healthy and normal man, her looks and her scent might not be attractive to him, and he would not have any desire to hold her in his arms and claim her as his only woman. But since he was, her presence was indeed a torture to him, waking up the sleeping desire that a healthy, normal man normally did.

Yet he did risk himself being tortured by the woman, who seemed not to realize that she had tortured him with her whole being.

She thought if she had asked him the never-ending requests not to hold or touch her, she was free to give him the torture, like she did when she approached him during his sleep last night.