The General's Wife Wants to Leave-Chapter 153: A little bit more

What made it different from her experience in the deep forest was that her dagger was currently not with her to stop the intimate movement of the General.

However, despite the absence of the dagger, Joanna was compelled not to prolong any kind of intimate gesture that was getting dangerous and worrying with time, and that was made by the General who was not willing to cooperate with her.

"Please let go of me, Sir Canillas. It’s really time to wake up. We have to leave for Cresca as early as possible. Father won’t like it if we arrive there too late."

Canillas heard Joanna repeat what she had asked from him, for longer reasons this time, as she seemed eager to be free from him, not even enjoying their moment together.

"I will really be angry if you keep doing this, Sir Canillas. I am not joking. I really don’t like it. Let me go now!"

Canillas heard Joanna warn him with a stern voice as he did not respond to her previous demand. Her hands were tapping and pushing his shoulders this time, as if it would work on distancing his face from her neck, while her head was futilely shifted in the opposite direction of his face.

"I need to rest more, Joanna. Don’t you pity me for a lack of sleep like this?" Canillas reasoned, but it did not sound convincing to Joanna.

However, regardless of whether it was convincing or not, what Canillas responded was not a main concern for Joanna, as her focus mainly remained on the warm breath and stubble that tickled her neck along with the tips of his lips and his nose that grazed her skin, causing her to feel shivers crawling down her spines while desperately doing her best to avoid it.

Eventually, Joanna’s resistance movement was soon limited as another intimate movement was indeed made by Canillas, who slid his one arm underneath her back to wrap around her waist, while his other hand was brought beneath her shoulders, as if he wanted to embrace her more, not enough to hold her the whole night, which caused him to receive a frantic, harder push on his shoulders.

"Let’s stay like this for a little longer, Joanna," Canillas said, which sounded like a plea. And his tender voice seeped into Joanna’s ears, but Joanna had no intention to grant his plea, as she wriggled more out of anxiety if he would make far more dangerous movements.

"Please..." And Joanna stopped wriggling at the whispered word that seemed to work like a magnet that attracted a jumping iron to stay still.

In the tranquil room, it was only her breath that was roughly heard as an impact of desperate moves to catch the illusion of freedom.

"I won’t do anything more than this. Just a little bit more, please." And Joanna stayed still by the next words that were whispered, letting her hands rest on Canillas’ shoulders as she did not know where else to put when she was pressed down by his well-built body. Fortunately, he still remembered not to burden her with all his body weight.

Staring at the window, where the vibrant glow of a new day became more lively, Joanna hoped that her father would patiently wait for her. Knowing her father’s morning routine, he seemed to be waiting to have breakfast with her.

Was he still in his room or already in the restaurant? Joanna wondered in her hazy mind.

She also wondered if Bianca and Lucy were waiting for her outside the room. If so, how long had they stood there?

Question after question regarding the people that she knew, including the kids in the orphanage, swirled in her mind, as if it were made to distract her mind, until a certain memory surged up.

Joanna suddenly felt deja vu. The emotions of the man who was embracing her were the same as those that she perceived when he hugged her in the deep forest, which made her respond to it the same way she was at the moment.

The same word ’please’ was whispered by him, and it sounded like a sob at that time.

"Canillas."

Suddenly, another word softly brushed her ear, which made Joanna slightly flinch as she was startled, but it worked in interrupting her wandering thoughts about Canillas’ strange behavior and her response to him.

"Just call me Canillas. Remove that Sir from my name."

Joanna felt his warm breath and his stubble still tickle her neck. Her skin was still grazed by the tip of his nose and his lips. But she did not give a response to the words spoken. She just kept staring at the window instead while trying to think of other things that would distract her from anything that came from him.

"Joanna..."

"No. It’s impolite," Joanna simply reasoned in a low voice, as she knew why she called her name, asking her to grant his request.

Removing the title from his name would only make their distance narrower, and Joanna was not ready for that, as serving him tea two days ago had resulted in him making a daring intimacy approach with her. And Joanna could not allow him to go far from her current state.

Her body was wrapped under his, and something hard pressed between her and his lower body was enough to be an alarm for her, particularly when it felt more vivid than what she perceived in the deep forest and her room in the Powel Orphanage. She did not feel it before he embraced her, as although he positioned himself on top of her, he made sure to leave enough space between their bodies.

It was also because of that that she struggled to save herself from such a threat, as that discovery always made Joanna recall what her brother advised her—that she should not enter any man’s room in the morning—and also what her strict governess shared knowledge about the hard object that was taught as part of the premarital education she had to receive before she stepped into coming of age.

Overall, it was said that it should be avoided in order to maintain one’s innocence.

However, the threat that swirled in Joanna’s mind seemed to not be the main concern that swirled in Canillas’ mind, as he seemed to be concerned about another thing that he thought to be more important.