Lady Devil - Chapter 179

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The pain was deep. He groaned briefly and shook his head. After clearing his vision like that, he raised his dazed eyes intermittently to look up at Isolde. The siblings’ gazes met up and down.

While he was unable to gather his senses due to the pain, Isolde’s small face, which had been crying alone until she started hiccupping, was letting out angry breaths, sniffling and sobbing. Don’t… cry. Due to his throat tightening, he whispered with difficulty. I’ll go with you, please. Stop… crying. He pleaded while burrowing under her waist.

However, Isolde’s bare feet pushed one of his shoulders. Even in the midst of this, Isolde tightly gripped the rope around his neck. In the end, helplessly, only his neck stretched out. Isolde, who had lowered her upper body down to her knees, whimpered softly into his ear.

“You, in this life too, can’t refuse me…”

There was a sound like cartilage breaking, faintly. Isolde bit his ear. With a short groan of “Ha, ugh,” Johannes’s arms suddenly rose. He blindly wrapped them around Isolde’s nape, which was covered by her long hair. He wanted this. Had wanted it. Wants it. Isolde. Still wants it so desperately. I…!

Without any clear reason, I can’t even set foot in your chamber.

You think. If you were the only person in the world. If there were no obstacles blocking “me” like that…. Ah, right now….

“Son of a bitch!”

One of the duke’s close aides spat out as if chewing his words.

“…Did we ever expect that he would repay the grace we extended so wretchedly? We shouldn’t have spared even one of them. Without further delay, let’s exterminate that treacherous Milo!”

Seated exactly opposite, he even pounded the table so hard that a loud thump resounded, as if overcome with anger. The sound of pottery shattering broke even Johannes’s reverie. He seemed to have actually heard the explosive sound. The Isolde in his mind shattered into pieces. Flames rose in his pupils.

Obstacle.

As if a hot iron bar had been lodged in his throat, heat surged in an instant. His hand, having lost touch with reality, finally cracked with a crunch. But at that moment.

Isolde….

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