The General's Wife Wants to Leave-Chapter 233: Who did it?

"Did that woman do something to you?" Canillas asked, shifting the topic as if he had it enough to talk about the young Captain who held a genuine affection toward his wife. He also asked, due to curiosity, recalling that lady’s delusion, that she might have done something to his delicate wife.

Upon hearing his inquiry, Joanna let out a sigh as her memory drifted back to the night before the incident happened.

Joanna parted her lips as she was about to narrate what happened between her and Clara de Lorn. But when she remembered about Clara’s feelings for the green-eyed man before her, Joanna pursed her lips.

How could she say to him that that lady was in love with him?

Due to the feeling that she bore, she acted like an insane woman, attacking her and almost snatching the ring on her finger, acting as if she was the one who had taken what belonged to that alluring lady.

"That lady wanted to be your wife so much that she wanted to possess this ring." Joanna chose to voice that information, eliminating the word of love, while raising her left hand to show the wedding ring on her ring finger that shone alongside the glow that warmly illuminated from all the lights that were present in the room. Subconsiously, annoyance tinged her voice and demeanor.

A chuckle escaped Canillas’ lips when he saw Joanna express a demeanor that he had never seen in her before.

"She is a scary lady," Joanna commented more, lowering her hand to be placed back over her chest as she recalled the look in Clara de Lorn’s face when she insisted on seizing her wedding ring. But before she could do so, her hand was grabbed by Canillas, which caused her rebel heart to skip a beat at the sudden action.

"Yet you played a matchmaker to match this precious husband to that scary lady."

Upon hearing the words coming from the man who had the corner of his lips curled up, Joanna felt her cheeks blush. Subsequently, she lowered her eyes, feeling ashamed to see him in the eyes, when the memory in the park near Mr. Simone’s shop flooded to float in her mind.

"I am sorry," Joanna muttered in a voice barely above a whisper.

Nothing she could do but convey her sincere apology for something that she previously thought was the right decision to do. Never once appeared in her mind about how scary Clara de Lorn could be, as she always appeared elegant and graceful, despite the arrogant and haughty air that surrounded her.

Aside from that, in her mind at that time, she believed that men would not care about ladies’ character and personality as long as they wore an alluring beauty on their physical look and talents that would satisfy their needs and could help them in boasting their status in social elites.

"But I am glad that it was only the past. My wife has realized that her husband is too precious to be handed over to that scary lady," Canillas remarked with a grin, trying to elevate the mood of the lady who had her eyes cast down.

On the other side, Joanna could only form a tiny smile upon the remark she heard as she slowly raised her eyes to meet the green eyes that stared straight into hers. And the tiny smile disappeared when the playful grin in front of her suddenly vanished.

Finding the man who faced her furrowed his brows, halting from the action that he had done since he held her hand, which was caressing the ring on her finger before trailing down to caress the bracelet he gifted her that she kept wearing to adorn her wrist, Joanna heard him ask, "Is it what she did?"

At the inquiry given, Joanna directed her eyes to the point where Canillas’ narrowed eyes fixated, only to find a scar, about two and a half inches long, running on her inner arm, starting from her wrist.

Joanna knew that scar. She first noticed that scratched wound when she examined her own body not long after she regained her consciousness and could leave the bed. However, she was not sure if it was Clara who did it or those heartless people.

"I am not sure who did it." Hence, she gave that answer in a barely audible voice that was laced with uncertainty. "But it will fade soon. Please don’t worry about it." Joanna hastily added with a slightly raised voice that brought certainty when she heard Canillas let out a sigh.

While saying that, Joanna gently shook off her hand, attempting to release it from Canillas’ hand so that he would stop examining further, which would make him find another scar on her body that would make his mood low in return. The least she wanted was that he would show that gloomy expression, like when he saw the scar on her neck.

Noticing her hand was still in Canillas’ grasp as he did not seem to have the intention to let go, Joanna said, "Everything will be back to normal. Don’t you remember the rashes on my skin?" She reminded him of the talent she had that she had used to cure her body, leaving no scar at the end, even though the rashes were not a sight to be seen, nothing to be compared to the scar in her neck and wrist.

With that being said, instead of letting go of Joanna’s hand, Canillas entwined their fingers after letting out another sigh, which made Joanna hold her breath before she found her rebel heart took action, drumming loudly to her ears to perceive.

As Joanna was sleeping on the left side of Canillas, with her left hand interlaced with his right one, Canillas put their hands on the gap that was sparsely spared between their pillows on the bed, with his hand on top of Joanna’s.

Sensing her husband’s mood somehow back to be gloomy as he had his brows knitted, as if trying to switch his concern on another thing and her self-consciousness over the hand that held hers, Joanna asked, "How did you know I was in danger?"

"I saw some suspicious people," answered Canillas after taking a few moments of silence, staring into her eyes.

"So the same as Marvin’s reason," Joanna murmured, feeling warmth emitted from the palm that pressed against the back of her hand. freёnovelkiss.com

"His Majesty said he actually had received a report about the infiltration of the Tres in the capital. Hence, the banquet was held late. But he didn’t think that they were already there in the castle, and he made it as a reason why the security was loose that night." As Canillas spoke, disappointment and annoyance tinged his voice. The grip in Joanna’s hand tightened. But not long later, as if remembering the delicate hand he gripped, his grip loosened, and he softly rubbed the back of that hand.

"But now I know their main motive," Canillas informed Joanna, which caused Joanna’s eyes to open wide.