Stand Still, Don’t Run Away, My Little Wife

“Cyril, don’t you like me?”

She suddenly asked, making him absent for a moment. When he realized her thoughts, he frowned and shook his head－

“Danae, you misunderstood me.”

Misunderstanding?

Did she misunderstand him about the thing that he liked her? Or misunderstand him… … …

“I like you, just simply like you, not have that kind of… dirty thoughts about you.”

Dirty thoughts were probably what a man calls desires for women’s bodies.

Therefore, Cyril wanted to tell her…

It turned out that liking is not possession.

“Are you sure you don’t want me?”

Why, this man was so weird.

Shouldn’t he just asked her to take off her clothes every night, lie in his arms, and accept what he gave, just like Raymond.

Danae thought that that was men’s love for women before.

But at this moment, her understanding of herself seemed to be confused.

The girl bowed her head and her eyes were full of perplexity and helplessness. She had never seen what he said about her love.

She blushed and her slender eyelashes fanned, like wandering at the crossroads lost children. She didn’t know what kind of world she was involved.

Encirclement, occupation, lust?

It seemed that Raymond gave her such a world.

“Danae, I like you, so I cherish you.”

In his eyes, she was like the aloof and flawless snow lotus on the pale snow, blooming alone and incomparable.

But she did not look at himself in this way. The holy and flawless snow lotus?

No, she’s covered in dirt.

Since she was seven years old, she has been bogged down in the mire and can no longer be washed clean.

Over the past ten years, she thought what she saw was the so－called life.

But all of a sudden, a boy named Cyril appeared in her life. He liked her and cherished her instead of－

Hurt her, occupied her, encircled her.

“I want to be close to you, to see your smile, to know more about you…”

Smiling?

These two words were really far away from her.

Sometimes, when it was clear that it was close at hand and it was just around the corner. But when she reached for it, it disappeared and turned into smoke clouds.

－Smiling did not belong to her.

But who took away her smile and made her become the puppet of the walking corpse?

“No, you won’t understand.”

She just drew a bitter smile. No one would understand it. What he could do if he knew that?

In Turin, who could disobey that man?

“If you don’t say it, how can you know that I can’t help you?”

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Just then, the door of the room was suddenly kicked open.

It was Lay who kicked the door, but he just obeyed the man’s instructions.

When Cyril saw who the man came in, he was shocked at first and then immediately explained what happened tonight－

“Mr. Macaulay… don’t get me wrong. We didn’t…”

Mr. Macaulay, when the girl heard this name, her eyes flashed a touch of helplessness. Finally, he still came here.

She lifted her eyes and saw the man’s black eyes. She was pretty sure that he got furious.

The girl in bed, whose cheeks became crimson and attractive due to alcohol, looked at the man in front of them with blurred eyes, but were unmoved, did not open her mouth to explain, and even…

She smiled and the voice became uncomfortable after drinking, but filled with invisible temptation.

“What a pity.”

It’s a pity that he found it so quickly. She hasn’t done anything yet.