Please Kill Me - Chapter 195
However, the most terrifying thing was that he could no longer approach her with misunderstanding. There had been countless times when he had thought it would be better to die.
Leonid now fully understood the weight of death that Yekaterina had felt.
And that weight was far from light.
How much weight would one have to bear before being able to speak of such a thing so easily?
‘If I had just told the truth…’
Your brother promised he would release me, so don’t worry?
But even then, Yekaterina would have moved. She wouldn’t have believed Dmitry’s words.
Every time his thoughts looped, Leonid felt himself withering little by little.
It was the price of deeply understanding something uncontrollable.
And he thought. If Yekaterina woke up, he would ask her one question.
“Yekaterina… Do you love me?”
At the question, Yekaterina’s expression cracked. It seemed as though she was asking him how he could even ask such a question.
“If you love me, then live, for me.”
“What if… you die?”
“That won’t happen. I’ll live for you, no matter what.”
If anyone dies first, it just means their love wasn’t as big, Leonid added with a nonchalant tone.
“So, I’m definitely not going to die first.”
“No matter how much I think about it, it seems like you’ll die first.”
“Do you think my love is that small?”
“I don’t think that. I just think mine is bigger.”
Leonid let out a dry laugh at her confident tone.
He lowered his teacup, leaned forward, and closed the distance between them. The crooked smile on his face looked mischievous.
“Then prove it.”
“Prove it?”
“Yes. If you love me that much, then you should be better than me at something. Right?”
“I don’t think I can beat you in a duel.”
“Then prove it elsewhere, and I’ll believe you.”
Prove that you love me more than I do. His provocative voice made Yekaterina’s dark eyes widen.
She paused for a moment, then reached out and pushed Leonid’s shoulder. Since they were sitting side by side on a long sofa, he easily tilted back and leaned against the armrest.
Just moments ago, Leonid had been looking down at Yekaterina, but now, she was the one above him.
The thick shawl draped over her shoulders slipped off, and with a calm expression, she placed her hand on his chest, speaking with an unexpectedly serious tone.
“I can prove it.”
Just seeing her like this filled Leonid with a deep feeling in his chest. It was… a strange feeling, something between a tickle and a warm sensation.
It was a mix of amusement and affection, and he couldn’t help but feel a little charmed.
‘This is bad.’
The doctor had said that while Yekaterina had weakened slightly from sleeping so long, she was otherwise a very strong person, and in perfect health.
However, the other servants didn’t share the same opinion.
— To get Miss back to full health, she must be fed well!
— We must light the fires in all the fireplaces!
— We need to ensure Miss can rest properly!
And leading the charge were Stepan and Olga.
— For the time being, Miss must not overexert herself! Absolutely NOT!
They had warned him, and yet…
As soon as Leonid saw Yekaterina climb onto his body, he immediately sensed that she would not be able to keep that promise.
To cut to the chase, Yekaterina failed to prove herself.
Having been bedridden for days, there was no way she could outlast Leonid’s stamina.
The problem was, Yekaterina had a fierce competitive streak.
She repeatedly tried to prove herself and kept failing. And with each attempt, her stamina diminished.
To be honest, it wasn’t just her strong will that was the problem—it was also the fact that someone was constantly provoking her competitive nature.
“Are you ready to accept the results yet?”
“I can’t accept it… Let’s try again.”
“After all this, if you can’t beat me even once, doesn’t that mean I love you more?”
“One more time. This time, I can win.”
Yekaterina’s tenacity could be considered the best in all of Offenbach. How many people could survive and endure through such harsh conditions to make it this far?
Despite her body shaking and weakening, Yekaterina challenged him again.
She was on the verge of falling asleep, yet, when she looked at Leonid’s face—so calm, even satisfied—she felt a bit resentful.
Of course, it wasn’t just frustration, but still…
Only Leonid seemed to find joy in her perseverance.
With a serious expression, he didn’t push Yekaterina away as she climbed on him.
In fact, he deeply imprinted his desires onto her skin. He briefly thought that if Olga saw this, she might look at him with disdain—but nothing could stop Leonid.
The contests were repeated again and again, until Yekaterina was exhausted and finally closed her eyes in sleep.
By then, it was already late at night, and naturally, she slept in the day.
Of course Leonid got smacked in the back by Olga.
