The General's Wife Wants to Leave-Chapter 150: Engraved in mind

In the serenade of the black night, Canillas followed Joanna’s eyes to rest after she became calmed by his reassurance that he would not force her to give him the answer to his demand.

He was asleep but awakened when he sensed a movement coming from one of his sides, yet he tried to keep his eyes closed, although he could grasp what it was.

Subsequently, he felt there was something tickling his arm, which indeed made him not able to play ignorant anymore.

Raising his other arm that he placed on top of his eyes, Canillas shifted his head to look in the direction in which the commotion came.

His wife, who had always kept her distance from him, was approaching him, coming closer to his side. But of course, it would not have happened if the room where they were settling in together was warm.

Looking at where the fireplace was situated, the blazing fire that he saw before he went to sleep was no more. What was left was only shimmering wood, mixed with piles of ashes, and the faint sound of the residue of burning wood.

Letting out a sigh, Canillas was about to wake up to make another fire to warm the room, like he did when they shared the nights together in the Powel Orphanage, as he could not let her dwell in coldness.

However, the second thought suddenly emanated from his mind, and he cancelled what he was going to do in order to warm his wife, who seemed to be cold, and searched for warmth in her sleep.

Due to geographical features, Archess tended to be colder than Terra. Therefore, with all the changing seasons that brought cold, Orbane would tend to be colder than Barasca.

The fact alone made Canillas have more endurance against the cold than his wife. Aside from that, he had more than enough experience to sleep outdoors during the cold seasons as part of his harsh training as well as his survival on the battlefields.

The reasons that he made to shake the solid ground of his stubborn wife that he stated in their room in the mountain were, of course, not right. Having a bad back was also just a silly, playful reason he made in order to persuade her to share a bed with him.

However, he knew that his wife did not eat those hilarious, empty reasons, which was too obviously fabricated to be trusted as a truth. She was willing to spend the nights with him because of the Tres. Other than that, there would not have been nights to be shared as a memory, especially for him.

Shifting his body to lean on his side, Canillas fixed his gaze on the sleeping lady, who was curled by his side.

She indeed had a lower tolerance for coldness, yet she always tried to get rid of him by acting cold towards him. Canillas smiled at the thought.

When he saw her take further movement in his direction, Canillas made a decision, pushing aside all the doubt, and carefully lifted his wife’s head to be placed on his arm.

In the dim, serene room, Canillas continued studying Joanna’s facial features, as if he did not want to waste the precious opportunity that was bestowed upon him to become more familiar with the features that he had engraved in his mind.

Their faces were very close to each other at that moment. It was so close that he could vividly hear her breath and clearly feel it brush some part of his face.

He felt fortunate that, as a soldier, he was trained to adjust his sight in the dimness. Otherwise, he could not get clear sight of the sleeping Joanna in their current dwelling room, where moonlight was shyly peeking through the thick curtain of the closed window.

The candles were long extinguished as he blew them out before he went to sleep, like he did when they shared the nights in the mountain, to make the light only sourced from the flaming wood.

He did not even hesitate to do what he had wanted to do when they faced each other for a deep talk before they went to sleep a few moments ago.

But no, it was actually the thing he wanted to do every time his eyes met her face.

Caressing her cheek, Canillas could feel the softness under his calloused palm.

It made him drift back to his statement when he countered to the impudent Viscount that he was not only lucky but also blessed to have the lady in his arms as his wife.

How could he not if he was a commoner and rough man but could have a noble and delicate lady as his wife?

The fact alone said that it would not have happened if he was not a general who had risked his life on the boundary between life and death to gain victory after victory, as there was almost no possibility for a commoner to marry a nobility.

But then Canillas wanted to laugh out loud, and he probably would if he were alone in the room, as something passed his mind. Before he found her name on that parchment, he avoided having a noble and foreign lady as his wife.

But now, what did he do? He was smitten by the Terran noble lady whose name had stirred his heart, and his mind had lost its peace since he landed his eyes on her beautiful name.

Joanna de Lara.

He even still felt that every time he pronounced every syllable of her name through his breath.

But still, he was in bliss to have her in his arms, feeling the flutter inside his heart, and he did not regret, even in the slightest, having her as his wife.

He was really sure that he had made the right decision by pushing aside the uncertainty to stay away from her, although he ended up looking like a pervert or even a beggar who demanded her eyes only be fixed on him and her presence revolve around him.

If others or his enemies found this kind of pathetic state of him—the ruthless, cruel, bloodthirsty, and many other tags they used to describe General Canillas von Rodega—they would no doubt laugh loudly in mocking until they lost their breath. If that was not enough, they might also try to find his wife to ask her what her secret was to bend him under her grip.

But as always, he took no care of such meaningless thoughts, as he would still be the unbeatable hero when he faced his enemy, the indifferent person when he faced others, and the smitten husband when he faced his wife.

The way she gave him cold treatment, he had regarded it as his punishment that he deserved for his old arrogant perspectives toward nobility and marriage.

And he had regarded it as a punishment, as through her and her family, he witnessed what was called upper-class humility, tenderness, and warmness.

None of her or her father showed any arrogance, like he had experienced and witnessed when dealing with most of the aristocrats in Archess. He had also seen more than enough about their attitude toward the people whose class they regarded as below them.

Never once did her father treat him as a lowly commoner. Neither once did he look at him in disgust because he was a commoner.

Further than that, his father-in-law had never insulted him, not like the impudent Viscount, who insulted him for being a commoner.

One could fake a kind expression to pretend to be kind to him because of his achievements and influence as a general, as he felt most of the time he encountered those groups of high society.

Or perhaps the Duke of Barasca felt forced to be kind to him because his precious daughter was at his mercy.

However, Canillas was not dull and oblivious as a person, as he could sense and could not find any of that pretentious facade in his father-in-law’s every treatment toward him. freewёbnoνel.com

And even if that was right, for Canillas, it was normal conduct to be taken by a father who loved his daughter wholeheartedly, asking a person who had taken his daughter as wife to treat her like he had treasured her.

More importantly, his father-in-law had opened his arms for him since the very first time he stepped inside his territory, accepting him even though his daughter had planned to annul their marriage.

Canillas was more than certain that it was something that was not unknown to the Duke, remembering how close his bond with his daughter was.

However, instead of supporting his stubborn daughter and helping her get rid of him, the Duke chose to be an outsider, letting her decide what she wanted to do to her marriage. And it was the reason Canillas respected him as a wise person.

And about his stubborn wife, he even knew very well that she wanted to stay away from him, not because he was a lowly commoner, as he never once found disgust in her eyes every time their eyes met.

He was grateful for pursuing her in the West Lane Mountain, choosing to have equal stubbornness with her toward their opposite goal. Otherwise, he could not witness with his own eyes how tender and full of love she treated those orphaned kids, adding to his acknowledgement of her indifference toward social status.

Only from her did he see a noble lady warmly hug the orphans, whose backgrounds were probably not clear and no nobility attached to them. But still, she put them in her arms without any disgust traced to her whole being.

Then, how could he not feel blessed and lucky to have Joanna de Lara as his wife?