The General's Wife Wants to Leave-Chapter 220: Closed door

Joanna had waited for Canillas to come home, but until she fought to prevent her eyes from closing shut so many times, he had not shown himself to her. She had not seen him yet.

The door was still closed shut, yet Joanna refused to give in to the slumber this night as she thought that he might come past midnight. fгeewebnovёl.com

Four nights had passed since the incident occurred, yet until now, the figure who had revolved around her since they first met in person had not revealed himself in front of her. It had been four nights as well that she had not seen him—the longest period of time for them not to see each other after they went back from the West Lane Mountain.

There were so many times Joanna had an urge to ask about Canillas’ whereabouts and wellbeing to her father, who might know about that, but she ended up silent, not questioning her father about her husband at all.

She was too shy, as so far she had never shown her worry or looked worried about him. She had also never frequently asked or brought up any topic related to him with her father. The deep conversation she had with her father about Canillas was the one they had a long time ago, and it even discussed separation, not concerning about his situation or condition at all.

She also stopped asking Bianca or Lucy if they had seen her husband go back home, for the same reason she held back from asking her father anything about him. Besides, she did not want to be seen as a clingy and spoiled wife who had a lack of understanding about the heavy responsibilities and duties that her husband had to bear.

She needed to be a supportive wife for her immensely busy and reliable husband.

Nonetheless, there was a reason that Joanna had built inside her for refraining from asking anything about her husband to her father or to anyone whom she thought to have any idea about the questions she had in her mind.

Joanna was certain that if Canillas did happen to go home, despite how busy and tired he was, he would for sure spend a few minutes to have a look at her. Hence, she kept being quiet, not voicing out what had disturbed her mind and made her restless since she woke up after the incident anymore.

Drifting her eyes from the closed door to the grandfather clock that stood at one corner across from her bed, Joanna noticed that time had pointed at one thirty o’clock. No wonder why she felt so sleepy, as it was very rare for her to sleep past midnight, added to the fact that she had taken the medicine that was prescribed by her uncle, which made her have more difficulty staying awake.

Because of that as well, she failed to open her eyes the nights before, failing to go with her determination to stay awake until he went back home.

Bringing her gaze back at the door while she tried to perceive any sound that became a sign of his presence, slowly but surely Joanna’s eyes closed, as if the tranquility became the lullaby to drive her into the slumber.

All that was left was the wave of tranquility itself.

But then the door was finally opened. A sound of the door creaking on its hinges told her that.

A faint sound of footsteps followed suit after the creaking sound of the door closed softly resounded, seeping into her ears, slowly and languidly coming closer toward her.

Did he finally come home? Joanna wanted to see if it was him who finally came to see her.

Enthusiasm arose inside her. She really wanted to see him. She really wanted to see if he was fine, to make sure that nothing bad happened to him. But she could not open her eyes. No matter how much she wanted to open her eyes, they remained closed. She could not see her husband.

And now she felt her head being rubbed, so light and gently, like how he had always treated her all this time.

Was it really him? Yes, it was him. Joanna was sure, as now she felt his calloused palm on her cheek—the same skin texture that she had perceived when he held and caressed her hand, and she still remembered that in their first dance as well.

He was here. He finally came back home. Then she should see him.

However, she still could not open her eyes.

’No. Don’t go’. Joanna pleaded, as she now felt the light pressure on her cheek disappear. Her cheek was back being brushed by the air as the warm palm had gone. The rough texture against her skin could no longer be felt.

But he could not hear her request as the sound of footsteps was heard again, drifting further away from her this time.

’Stay. Let me see you. Don’t go.’ Joanna demanded. But he still left, ignoring her.

Then she had to wake up for real so that she could see him.

Forcing herself to wake up, Joanna’s eyes slowly opened.

Blinking while adjusting her blurry vision, Joanna scanned around the room. Turning her body to scan the other side of the room, Joanna only found no one. There was no presence of others but herself.

Laying on her back, as she had slept on her side facing the door, Joanna let out a heavy sigh. It was only a dream.

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"Glad to see you are well, Ann. I have wanted to come visit you, but I can just see you today. So sorry for that," Marvin said, offering a slight bow to Joanna.

"No, Marvin." Joanna quickly gave a response, shaking her head with her hands waving. "Please don’t say sorry for that. It is me who should say sorry to you. You got wounded because of me, but I haven’t visited you yet," replied Joanna, looking at Marvin with a deeply sorry demeanor.

"Sorry, Marvin," she said sincerely, offering the same look at Marvin.

She had talked with her father the next day after she regained consciousness, as he asked her to narrate what had actually happened that night.

She had told her father all the things that she had experienced before she passed out. Yet she could not tell anything about Marvin, as she did not know what happened to him when she was in desperation to defend and protect herself.

She could only wish that nothing bad happened to him, as she still remembered how many people he faced and fought with all his might at that time, aside from the hard hit that they had mercilessly inflicted on his chest that made him curl in the cold floor, clutching his chest with blood spurt from his mouth.

That memory alone had made her sad and feel guilty towards Marvin. And she did not know what happened after that, as she was in a situation where that day might be her last day to breathe.

As that memory flashed in her mind, how grateful she was when her father told her that he knew about Marvin’s condition, although what he shared was not pleasing to hear. He informed her that Marvin was still alive and fine, but some wounds were found on several parts of his body, and the severe one was on his stomach.

Her father also told her that he happened to know about that from her husband, who had brought up that topic when they were on their way back home after the incident, and he asked her father to send a doctor to treat Marvin if possible.

Although there were military doctors stationed in both army and navy military bases in the capital, her husband and her father shared the same thought that it was their responsibility to take care of Marvin, who got the wound because of protecting her. It was then her father asked her uncle to send one of his apprentices, if he could not make it himself, to treat Marvin.

Hence, she was surprised when Bianca informed her that Marvin, who was supposed to be recuperating, asked to meet her about an hour and a half after she finished having her lunch.

She had no idea that Marvin came to visit her and met her father in the drawing room, as after finishing her lunch she spent some time strolling in the back garden. She felt the need to take a few moments to get some fresh air and the warmth of the sun as she had been confined as a patient in her room these past few days.

As she still disbelieved in what she heard, Joanna could not help but feel that she needed to reproach Marvin about that. For Joanna, despite the level of severity of the wounds, Marvin should rest more and not move a lot, particularly when he got the wound on his stomach. He should also not go somewhere under such circumstances.

Nonetheless, knowing that Marvin could make himself do some activity outdoors, a relief swarmed inside her as well, as it might imply that the wound was not as severe as she thought. Yet it made her feel bad at the same time because the person who got wounded because of her initiated to visit her, who had less wound than him.

But now, seeing him look fine with her own eyes, as if the news of him getting wounded was only a rumor, Joanna felt that all the worry and guilt had been lifted from her shoulders, although feeling bad for him to come visit her first was still there.