The General's Wife Wants to Leave-Chapter 258: When the sun broke the night with color

She took a step aside but soon placed her hands on the surface of the table to support her body when she felt her head throb more. Closing her eyes to subside the dizziness, she let out a gasp when she felt her feet lose support from the ground.

In reflex, Joanna wrapped her arms around Canillas’ neck, who, in a sudden move and without saying anything, carried her in his arms. "What are you doing? Put me down," Joanna demanded while wriggling in Canillas’ arms, trying to make Canillas put her back on the ground.

"No! Put me down!" Joanna demanded again but sounded more panicked with her eyes widening when she noticed where Canillas was carrying her, not heeding her previous demand.

Despite her frantic movement, Canillas carefully put Joanna on his bed. Just right after her back touched the surface of the bed that was neat and cold, indicating that it was not occupied before, Joanna pushed her body off the bed, attempting to flee away. Nonetheless, her effort seemed to be fruitless as, while she was struggling with that, her movement was limited by Canillas, who lay next to her and drew her in his arms, pinning her chest to his.

"Sleep. You are about to pass out any time soon. Instead of lying on your bed, you will end up lying on the cold floor. And I am too tired to carry you back to your room," Canillas spoke with his eyes closed, tightening his arms around Joanna, who kept on moving like a burned worm.

"I won’t pass out. I am fine. Let me go back to my room." Joanna grunted in her demand, pushing Canillas’ chest with her frail hands. freewebnøvel.com

"Don’t you know that you are now behaving like we have never shared a bed before?" Canillas commented, amusement tinged in his voice. "You even seemed to forget what we did last night, which was way more than hugging each other on the bed." And his words seemed to have an effect on Joanna, as she was now calm in his arms.

A low chuckle escaped Canillas’ lips when he found Joanna not squirming anymore.

"Rest, Joanna. We both know that this is not the right time for us to learn and practice together, don’t we?" Canillas said with a tiny smile on his face, giving a gentle pat on the back of the woman that he loved. "This husband is also tired. We have passed a very long journey today. So, let’s rest and stop thinking of anything." Gradually, he felt Joanna lose her tenseness, relax in his arms.

Canillas opened his eyes when Joanna’s even breath drifted in his ears. As they both lay on one side of their bodies, facing each other, and her head on his arm, Canillas loosened his embrace so that he could see Joanna’s sleeping face that looked pale.

He had noticed that she looked unwell since they arrived here, at her maiden home. Canillas examined her body temperature by placing his cheek on her forehead. It was slightly warm, the same temperature as her body that he hugged, but to his relief it was not a fever.

Staring at her pale face, Canillas carefully wiped the remnant of the tears on her cheeks with his palm. He had managed to surpass the crisis of one day when she once again delivered her intention to leave him, and it made him feel like he was able to breathe again.

Feeling relieved with that in his mind, Canillas shifted his gaze toward the parchment of agreement that lay on the table. Not moving his eyes from the object where their blood had sat side by side, Canillas planted a kiss on Joanna’s forehead before tightening his arms around her warm, fragrant body.

As long as she stayed in his arms when the sun broke the night with color, then it was enough. Everything would be fine.

It was what Canillas chanted in his mind before closing his eyes to accompany his wife to the land of dreams, where there was no nightmare approaching them.

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Joanna awoke in the sight of the blinding white light of the autumn morning sun that glimmered across the room.

As her eyes slowly opened, she adjusted her sight by closing her eyes back for a couple of seconds before opening them again. It was then she realized that she was not dreaming. She was indeed now lying on the bed that was not in her room. Last night’s occasion was a reality, not a dream, although it felt like one.

Feeling weary along with the discomfort in her eyes as she felt her eyelids heavy and a bit hurt to open for a long time, Joanna closed her eyes again. It did not take long for her to realize the cause of the discomfort.

She had cried a lot, too much to spend her tears for a day. Hence, her eyes were swollen now, more swollen compared to when she cried over sad ending storybooks that she read.

Letting out a low sigh, Joanna reopened her puffy eyes. Her gaze was directed to the window, which was draped with a white, lacy curtain that was not as thick as that in her room. Therefore, the intensity of the sunlight streamed in more freely and illuminated the room brighter. Yet it was enough to tell how high the sun rose above the horizon.

Joanna nailed her gaze there, although she could not see the view outside the window as the curtain was not yet pulled open.

At the moment, she looked like she was pondering over something, but actually she was absentminded, which she meant to be, as she wanted to rest her mind and did not want to think of anything that would trigger her head to throb like last night.

Besides, she still felt heaviness in her head and soreness in the back of her neck. Hence, she avoided torturing her poor head for something that could be thought of later, although if she had a choice, she wanted to throw them away to never be back again so that she could have a peaceful mind.

Joanna was being absentminded, staring without thinking of anything until she felt something press against her waist, which was heavier and heavier when her senses were gradually gathered into a whole pack.

Looking down, she found a muscular arm resting around her waist.

Joanna blinked her eyes at what she found but stayed calm as she kept her eyes on that sun-kissed, strong arm that made her wonder how long it had been there. Not long later, she reached out to lift the arm very carefully. She tried not to wake up the owner of the arm whose broad, taut chest pressed against her back and warm breath tickled her nape.

Fortunately, the burden could be easily removed from her waist without exerting much effort. Joanna then carefully placed the hand on the space of the bed behind her, which was the gap between her body and his.

Eventually, while doing that, it had to make her turn her body so that the hand could land on the bed without waking up the man who had never stopped swaying her heart. And she did that after she carefully pulled to free some of her long hair that was pressed by his body.

Joanna had planned to get off the bed afterward and walk back to her room. It was the plan she had before her eyes landed on the face of the man that slept next to her.