Lady Devil - Chapter 224

She shed tears like rain.

With her mouth full of tears, gritting and swallowing them, she stretched her hands to both sides of the doorframe and dug in all ten fingernails. She twisted and twisted her head, shoulders, and waist as if wringing them out. She shook her head frantically. Her sweat drops, tear drops, and disheveled hair flew in all directions between her arms spread to either side, and with her lips tightly closed like building a dam, she sobbed with all her heart into her throat.

I won’t go in.

I won’t go in.

I! Won’t go…! Thud!

But Johannes easily moved me who was on his shoulders.

I was dragged inside, pulled by my deeply embedded fingernails. My fingernail tips came off the doorframe. The sensation of flesh tearing under my nails felt like it was setting my mind on fire. I reflexively clenched my fists.

At that moment, Johannes must have clearly heard the ear-piercing noise of wood being scratched, but he didn’t even look at me once. Feeling the blood drain from my face, I turned to look at Johannes. His profile seemed to be burning white all over. His cheek, so white and eerie from losing his reason to the point of coldness…

It was rather an ecstasy for me.

So I feared him with all my might. So scared and terrified that I might wet my underwear, pretending not to see my ecstasy, covering my ears from my subconscious trembling with anticipation, believing such pitch-black self-deception to be the real truth.

At that time, I was so terribly afraid of Johannes.

“Excuse me.”

A shadow that seized an opening left a brief greeting and scurried away like a mouse. It was the middle-aged man who had been standing awkwardly in the center of the room. Though he had acted like a well-trained animal subservient to me, in reality he likely feared nothing in the world, yet he took one look at Johannes and fled ingloriously.

Was it because of Johannes’ eyes? Or had that man also noticed my man’s murderous intent that seemed as if it could even cut through skin? Perhaps the sword tied under Johannes’ coat was unmistakably a knight’s emblem, so he fled before causing any unnecessary trouble.

Though he could have easily caught the fleeing man with just one hand, Johannes didn’t even glance at him. In fact, he seemed to have not the slightest interest in the man who had played with his woman all night. Treating him completely like an insect. He just strode straight inside and…

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