The Contract Wife Tries to Leave - Chapter 122
Leonid continued, his voice dropping an octave, laced with a dangerous edge.
“U-Um…”
“She’s my woman… you rutting bastard.”
Leonid’s explosion of fury came suddenly. His face wiped clean of any trace of a smile, he kicked James along with his chair.
With a loud crash, James tumbled to the floor with the chair, staggering to lift his upper body. He groaned, holding his side as if he’d strained the muscles there.
“L-Leonid, wait, let me explain!”
“Explain, my a*s.”
James raised his hands in a desperate attempt to stop Leonid, but the enraged man was beyond reasoning.
What followed was a violent scene that seemed out of place in an upscale social club. There was no one who could stop Leonid in his berserk state.
“Ah, wait, stop! Agh!”
James curled up, covering his head with his arms, beaten down like a dog. The three who had been with him stood far away, only watching. They had no way to calm Leonid, who radiated a terrifying presence.
“Hngh, sob, gasp…”
Leonid pressed his boot firmly against the back of James’ head, pinning him to the ground. It was a humiliating position for a nobleman, but James, knowing his guilt, didn’t dare resist.
After stomping on his head a few more times, Leonid removed his foot and grabbed him by the collar, pulling him to his feet. Seeing his face—unscathed despite everything—fueled Leonid’s rage even more. He raised his fist and struck James’ face with a loud crack.
“Argh!”
After staggering from the repeated blows, James finally managed to escape Leonid’s grasp after enduring about ten rounds of beatings.
While James lay on the floor, coughing and sobbing, Leonid grabbed a whiskey bottle from the table where the four had been gathered. He opened it, took a swig, and then proceeded to pour the rest over James’ head.
“Ugh, ack…”
Drenched in the strong liquor, with his eyes and cheeks swollen and lips split, James flailed under the torrent. When the last drop emptied, Leonid carelessly tossed the empty bottle aside.
“James Kestner.”
Hearing his name called in an icy, menacing tone, James curled up like a shrimp, trembling in fear. Leonid’s sharp warning struck him like an arrow.
“If you run your mouth again…”
Leonid pressed his heel into James’ ankle, making it clear that with a little more force, he could easily break it.
“I’ll snap your wrists and ankles like twigs. You worthless worm.”
With those final words, Leonid kicked James in the side and turned on his heel, walking away without a backward glance. After he left the club, the only sounds lingering in the room were James’ intermittent sobs and the chilling silence.
Meanwhile, Johanna had received an unexpected message from the Royal Trait Research Institute, prompting her visit.
As she waited in the lobby for her appointment, she noticed people glancing at her from time to time, likely recognizing her. Given the setting, most of them were either alphas or omegas.
Standing protectively behind her were Nella and the guards, who glared sharply at anyone staring too intently, creating an impenetrable wall of defense around Johanna.
After a while, it was Johanna’s turn, and as she entered the consultation room, the doctor greeted her with great courtesy.
“Welcome, Marchioness Neubitz.”
“Greetings.”
For some reason, the doctor’s demeanor seemed even more respectful than the last time. Johanna tried to brush it off, but something about it left her with an uneasy feeling.
“The reason I reached out to you today is… well…”
The doctor hesitated, then handed Johanna a sheet of paper. Feeling puzzled, she took the paper and looked down at it, freezing almost immediately.
The document listed the personal information of two individuals. One was hers, and the other… belonged to Ilian Rediess, that man.
At the bottom of the document, in the blank space, was a line that read:
[Compatibility Rate: 97.23%]
“The, um… you registered in our matching system before, correct? Well, we found an alpha with a high compatibility rate and thought we should inform you. A 97 percent match is incredibly rare… But since you’re married, if you prefer, we can securely destroy this document on our end.”
“…”
“And, um, the Marquis Neubitz hasn’t been registered in the matching system. Just so you know…”
Johanna found herself speechless, staring blankly at the document in front of her.
Why did she keep getting entangled with this man? And in this way, of all things.
‘A 97 percent…’
That absurd number seemed too ridiculous to take seriously. A part of her almost wanted to laugh, but instead, she found herself wondering—what would her compatibility rate with Leonid be?
…No, that didn’t matter. Johanna let out a sigh and set the document down. The doctor glanced at her anxiously, waiting for her reaction. Johanna spoke firmly.
“Please destroy the document.”
