The Contract Wife Tries to Leave - Chapter 132
She would need to stay at the mansion for about ten months until the baby was born, which was a longer commitment than initially planned.
And if she were to divorce Leonid right after the baby was born, it would seem strange, so she’d have to wait at least three more months…
…Well, even if she did divorce him not long after having the child, most people would see right through it. The world’s perception would shift to, “So, the legendary couple who fell madly in love and married… it was all just a sham, wasn’t it?”
Yet, few would criticize Leonid. The blame would fall squarely on her. A woman with no backing, someone easy to attack, always becomes the target. That’s how the world worked. It may appear reasonable at a glance, but it spins on a wheel of injustice.
Still, this was entirely her choice, and she would have to bear the consequences. She had steeled herself from the beginning.
But if she wanted to ensure that Daniel didn’t suffer because of this… she’d have to tell him the truth around that time, ask him to go around saying he had cut ties with his sister.
It would be a cruel thing to ask of Daniel, who looked up to her, but it was the best option.
Thanks to the medicine Victoria had prescribed, she managed to eat more than usual for dinner. Afterward, she soaked in a fragrant bath, infused with aromatic oils, and took the time for a long-overdue skincare session. With the maids’ diligent massage, her skin was left smooth and radiant.
By the time she was done, it was close to 10 PM. Johanna draped a thin nightdress over her shoulders and wrapped herself in a silk gown before heading to Leonid’s bedroom.
“…What brings you here?”
He was half-reclining on the sofa, a book in hand, as if he had been reading. His long legs stretched out to the stool in front of him, and with the loose tie of his gown, his thighs were revealed up to a dangerously high point.
Johanna shifted her gaze subtly to the side and slowly approached him until she stood directly in front of him. She took a deep breath before speaking.
“You heard from Victoria, didn’t you?”
“…About what?”
He clearly knew the truth, so why was he pretending not to? Suppressing a sigh, Johanna spoke again.
“I… I’m not pregnant.”
“…And?”
“And… that’s why I’m here.”
If she wanted to conceive as soon as possible, she needed to continue being intimate with him. It had been some time since they last shared a bed, which meant they had already wasted quite a bit of time. Johanna felt a sense of urgency and came to him, determined not to waste another day.
“So… you’re here to ask me for it?”
As he posed the blunt question and rose from his seat, a crooked smirk lifted the corner of his lips. It didn’t take long for a keen light to fill his once-languid, amber eyes.
Johanna answered with silence, lowering her gaze. Her eyes caught sight of the cover of the book he had been reading. It was a classic novel about a man and woman who, despite their mutual hatred, eventually realized love had bloomed amidst their enmity, though they could never be together in the end.
Did the heroine die in that story, or did she survive…? Johanna couldn’t quite recall the ending.
“You need to answer me, Johanna.”
He had closed the distance between them, now standing just inches away. He tilted her chin up, pressing her to respond, seemingly intent on forcing the direct request from her lips. Johanna swallowed the lump in her throat and finally spoke.
“Please… do it with me.”
“Be specific, Johanna. What is it that you want?”
“…S-S*x…”
She had thought it would be nothing, but when it came to actually saying the words, she felt utterly mortified. Johanna hesitated, biting down on her lower lip before finally forcing the words out.
“―S*x.”
“…How many times? Until what time?”
“Pardon? That’s…”
It had always been whenever Leonid was satisfied, with no regard for Johanna’s wishes. His unexpected question left her momentarily stunned, and before she could find a response, Leonid pulled her into his arms with a sudden, unrestrained force.
“Ugh…!”
He deftly lifted her skirt, slipping his hand underneath, and grasped her bottom firmly. His fingers moved with an unsettling ease, as if ready to slip between her legs at any moment. Johanna shuddered, a small, pained breath escaping her.
“Shall we do it like last time?”
“Last time… you mean…”
“Like during my rut. Without stepping outside, not even once. For a whole week.”
…Was he serious? He had to be joking, right? Johanna blinked rapidly in her confusion, then carefully tried to decline.
“I don’t think we need to go that far.”
“…Is that so?”
“Yes… ah…”
Just then, his fingers brushed against her skin, making Johanna flinch involuntarily. Leonid chuckled softly, leaning close to whisper in her ear.
“You’re already wet.”
“T-That’s… ah, wait―”
His hand slid lower, briefly grazing her most sensitive spot before pulling away. He held his fingers up before her eyes, as if inviting her to see.
“See this? It’s wet.”
“…….”
