The Contract Wife Tries to Leave - Chapter 187
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A day had passed.
Around Johanna’s wrists were soft leather cuffs, and shackles bound her ankles. Without Leonid’s permission, she couldn’t go anywhere. Her movement was confined to the bed and its immediate vicinity.
In addition to Nella, a maid named Griselda was assigned as her new guard, and a dozen guards stood watch in the corridor outside her door.
The guards weren’t only stationed outside the door. An additional five kept watch below the window of the room where Johanna was held.
Every move she made was under watchful eyes, and she couldn’t even go to the bathroom alone. She felt suffocated, like an animal trapped in a cage.
“Marchioness, you need to eat.”
“I’m not the Marchioness… I…”
Johanna had completely given up. She had let go of everything. No more pretending to be the fake Marchioness, no more acting like the Cinderella who had seized a miraculous fortune.
She had reverted to being Johanna Lucerne, who barely scraped by, drawing miserable illustrations just to survive. Her words and actions held no pretense, only a deep, pervasive despair.
“If you continue fasting, I’ll have no choice but to inform the Marquis.”
“Then do it.”
“…”
Griselda, silent in resigned acceptance, sighed and left the room, likely heading to report to Leonid. Johanna lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. She could feel Nella’s worried gaze beside her, but she ignored it and closed her eyes.
About five minutes later, Leonid stormed into the room. Not expecting him to arrive so quickly, Johanna jolted in surprise, but she remained curled up like a shrimp, blinking but not moving.
“Everyone, leave.”
“Yes, Marquis…”
With Nella and Griselda gone, the room was left with only Leonid and Johanna. Johanna looked at him listlessly as he approached, still bearing the same anger he had shown since the first day he confined her here.
“Are you trying to starve to death? Why aren’t you eating?”
“…”
In silence, Johanna turned her back on him, her only form of protest. Predictably, Leonid grabbed her, pulling her up to face him, forcing her to meet his gaze.
“If you’re not trying to die, eat something. Or are you planning to leave your brother alone in this world?”
His words made her flinch. Now he was using Daniel to manipulate her. The empty look in her eyes gradually gave way to a sharp glint of fury. With her restrained hands, she struck his shoulders as hard as she could, her pent-up anger finally bursting forth.
“What gives you the right…!”
“Get up. Eat.”
“No! I don’t want to!”
He trapped her within his embrace, then detached the chains connecting her shackles to the bed. Lifting her into his arms, he carried her to the table where a meal had been set.
Still holding her, he sat down, waiting as she struggled in his grip, his arms wrapped around her so tightly that it seemed he might crush her. He held her firmly, waiting for her to exhaust herself.
Before long, Johanna was panting, her shoulders slumping in defeat. With no food in her system, she tired easily.
Leonid gently caressed her cheek, then pressed his lips to hers, taking in her soft whimpers. Even her faint sobs seemed to fuel him.
He started by giving her water. Holding a sip of tepid water in his mouth, he passed it to her through a kiss. She resisted at first, causing the water to spill down her chin, but he persisted.
He repeated the action until, finally unable to resist her thirst, Johanna drank the water he offered. Gradually, he continued to pass water to her until she murmured that she’d had enough.
“Haa… hhic…”
Leonid gently licked Johanna’s wet chin as she gasped for breath. He then slipped his tongue through her parted lips, carefully rubbing the inside. Feeling Leonid’s thick tongue intertwining with her own, Johanna closed her eyes, resigned.
Leonid fed Johanna by hand. He even chewed the fruit and passed it to her mouth, making her feel like a helpless child who couldn’t take care of herself.
Eating that way made the meal progress as slowly as a broken cart struggling forward. After they finally finished eating, they didn’t move anywhere else; instead, they started making love right there.
Johanna swallowed her breath, feeling the pressure of the massive member filling her completely. It slid out and then pushed back in, deep and slow. Johanna sat atop Leonid’s thighs, her legs spread wide, while the half-eaten dessert sat in front of her.
“Haa, the cake… aren’t you going to eat more?”
“N-No, ngh, not right now, ah…!”
There was no way she could eat anything right now. As always, his member was so large and long that it reached her cervix, and while he was inside, she shuddered with the feeling that some part of her body might break.
