The General's Wife Wants to Leave-Chapter 215: Despite the true emotions

As if being dull with pain, Joanna forced herself to push her body up from the floor with a grunt escaping from her lips. However, before she could manage to make one step to flee, the burly man caught her by the hair again, making her face his infuriated, bloody face once again.

With the horror that once again met her eyes, instead of surrendering in fear, Joanna was ready to make another hard impact on his scary face with the object that she still held in her hand. Nevertheless, this time, before the object landed on his face, Joanna’s hand was caught by his other hand, which was not used to grab her thick hair.

"You bitch!" The man spitted in anger, releasing Joanna’s hair as he was about to use that hand to give Joanna a lesson to learn.

Noticing a large, rough hand was raised before her, Joanna reflexively shrunk and closed her eyes, preparing herself to be blown by any hard impact inflicted on any part of her body. freёwebnoѵel.com

However, despite her readiness, that pain never came. She heard something instead.

"Remember the order! Don’t hurt her body! Don’t ruin her face!" The maidservant, who was with the other burly man relentlessly attacking Marvin, prevented the bleeding burly man from slapping Joanna, making him bring his big hand that was turned into a fist away from Joanna’s face with gritted teeth.

Not wanting to lose the chance upon what she heard, Joanna opened her eyes and kicked the supposed-to-be most fragile part of men, regardless of how strong their bodies, with her knee.

As more than double pain struck him mercilessly, both of his hands were automatically brought to hold the tormented object.

Curses were spit by him, but Joanna gave no care of it, as she used the rest of her strength to dash away after once again hitting the man’s head with the object in her hand. She just wanted him to stop chasing after her.

Lifting the front of her dress, Joanna sprinted without looking back after putting the bloody object back in her dress pocket as if it were a precious object that could not be lost.

Joanna was not sure that the burly man was able to chase her after all the attacks she had maneuvered on his body, but she refused to let herself be lenient. Thus, she kept running with all her might.

The air of the empty corridor that she passed through was filled with the clicking sound of her frantic, desperate pace. It mingled with the sound of her heavy breath that she took through her mouth.

Her face was wet with sweat and tears that emanated due to the vigorous activity that made the cold air of autumn no longer causing shivers to her body.

And a sound of sob soon echoed in the air, adding to the sense of mellow yet dreadful atmosphere around her.

Joanna cried heavily as, when she managed to turn into another corridor, far across from her came a sight of the figure that she recognized running in her direction.

Relieved. Happy. Assured.

Joanna knew it was her salvation. She realized that. She would be saved once she was there, engulfed in his warm arms that gave her no disgust to settle in.

From a smaller figure into a clearer one, Joanna ran with a heavy cry, making her way toward her salvation. Until she stopped, not by her willingness but by forcing, as the big, muscular arm that she had painstakingly released herself from was there again, hooking her neck after she yelped in pain due to the same cause he inflicted on her hair.

Her hair, which was neatly set into a bun, was now disheveled, cascading down her back. The dazzling hair pins that were carefully put to adorn her dark hair by Bianca were none to be found as they scattered on the floor of either the previous or the present corridor.

And she would rebel more aggressively if there was nothing cold in contact with her neck.

Crying in silence, Joanna saw Canillas halt abruptly about three large steps away from her before it grew as the burly man behind her dragged her to step backward, not allowing her to get close to the man who was now looking agitated, with his breath quickened.

"Dare you hurt her, I’ll burn you." It was the threat that was stated by her husband, and tears drenched Joanna’s cheeks more when his shaky voice seeped into her ears.

She felt his emotions. It was clear to her, as she had never heard him speak with that tone before.

He was in fear, just like her. The usually reserved and resolute man was now looking vulnerable.

There were no words as a reply coming from the burly man behind her, but an eerie chuckle that added fear to Joanna’s entire being. The fear grew more when there was no sign for the burly man to stop dragging her to follow him.

Nonetheless, amidst the restlessness that expanded relentlessly, Joanna noticed that their way out was only in the garden. As long as they were still trapped inside the present corridor and did not return to the previous corridor, where she believed Marvin was still fighting with those cruel people, she was safe.

Hence, Joanna had to stop the burly man from dragging her back there.

Walking backward with the tip of a sharp dagger aimed at her neck, Joanna’s blurry vision was only filled with the man who made a slow and cautious step after step to diminish the gap between her and him, as if he wanted to ensure her that he would give her company, not letting her be alone with the scary man whom she did not want to be with.

His eyes never left hers. A pair of striking green eyes that gratefully did not turn dull despite the true emotions he felt spoke to her, saying that everything would be fine. And Joanna locked her eyes with his, not breaking away as she usually did, as if that helped her feel assured that everything would really be fine.

A smile gradually appeared, spreading across her teary-drenched face.

She also wanted to assure him, making him feel that she got his message, so he did not need to worry. That way, his eyes would not turn dull, as seeing him in a vulnerable state gave her a prick in the heart.

She did not want him to look weak. She wanted him to stay as resolute and strong as he appeared all this time.

General Canillas von Rodega should be far stronger than the man behind her. He had to remain unbeatable no matter what situation he faced.

"Stop there! Or I’ll kill her here now!" A threat in the form of words finally came from the loud, raspy voice of the burly man when he noticed Canillas had subtly increased his pace toward them.

"He can’t kill me. He was ordered not to hurt me," Joanna interrupted in a trembling voice, voicing out what she had heard but forgotten until a fleeting second ago, signaling Canillas that he did not need to be afraid of the threat that was made by the burly man.

But the response that came was the opposite of what Joanna expected. The burly man laughed, causing Joanna to feel his reverberating chest through her back. He then said, "Said who?"

And what Joanna had witnessed when the burly man refrained from hurting her when the command was reminded by the disguised royal maidservant did not happen this time.

"No!!!" Canillas shouted. His loud voice shattered all the tranquility when something red on Joanna’s neck came to his view.

Everything seemed to stop revolving around him at the moment.

Right at the same time, the burly man pulled his hand that was around Joanna’s shoulder away, bringing it to his back. Pain was evident on his bloody, scarred, grimacing face.

Not wasting any single second to pass for the chance that was opened for him to take, Canillas sauntered in a dash toward Joanna, rushly grabbing the hand where the dagger that had touched her neck was held.

Pulling Joanna forward to then settle her in his arm, Canillas held the back of her head and buried her face on his chest, preventing her from seeing the other side of him.

He then pushed the hand of the burly man, who was still holding the dagger, where there were traces of blood on the blade, deep into his neck. And Canillas pushed it hard without any sliver of mercy, reflected in his eyes that looked so cold and emotionless.

As he pushed the filthy body toward the wall not far from their side, the dagger penetrated his neck as deeply and maximally as it could be.

His one hand embraced his wife, wrapping around her head so that she would not take a peek at something that was too cruel for her delicate nature. His other hand was slowly covered with blood that profusely flowed from the filthy man’s neck, and he did not remove his hand there until the filthy body went silent, not moving anymore.

As the sound of his grunting pain died down, Canillas pulled his bloody hand away from the filthy man’s hand, where the dagger was held and had pierced his neck.

The filthy man’s hand dropped down, along with his lifeless, bloody body, which slowly slid down before sitting with his back leaning against the wall and his head hanging low.

However, because of the presence of another dagger that stuck in his back, the corpse could not stay in his sitting position. He lay on his side not long later.

Blood soon pooled on the floor under the corpse, which lay with his eyes slightly open.