Try Begging - Chapter 129.2
“I’ve considered that myself.”
“Then, why not employ it immediately?”
That was because even a domesticated dog might be lost if let off its leash.
Moreover, she hadn’t been tamed yet. The thought that a more proper leash was needed crossed his mind, followed by a whisper in his head.
Get her pregnant.
Soon, the image of a woman carrying his child, her belly full, vividly came to mind, infusing his heart with a strange exhilaration.
‘Disgusting.’
Despite ignoring the clamor of his instincts, on the night of the engagement party, seeing the woman stubbornly hold onto her faith in her fiance and the rebels, he lost his restraint.
The barbaric impulse was, in fact, solidly backed by rational reasons. A child of the loyalist faction was the trigger for James Blanchard Jr. to thoroughly and cruelly betray his fiance and the reason for a woman abandoned by her comrades to return to him.
“Caption and I are destined to fall from grace if the mother of that child is revealed. I’ll support this operation as a top priority, so please ensure its success.”
The commander had agreed to the operation, giving Leon full command.
“What? You must be out of your mind.”
However, the part about getting her pregnant as a preparatory step was something he never fully grasped. Still, that wasn’t an area needing others’ understanding.
“Once the operation concludes successfully, I’ll do whatever it takes to create a new identity for that child…”
That was something Leon could manage without the commander’s intervention.
“Just ensure the child lives while treated well, like a human being.”
Reflecting on it, the remark was still unpleasant.
The idea that he was playing the role of a father, not because he loved Grace Riddle but because she resembled his deceased daughter, was ludicrous. Yet, this bizarre attachment was somewhat fortunate, as it meant the woman wouldn’t lose her life to the commander’s gunfire the moment she stepped outside Winston.
As the sound of the approaching tram reached him, Leon’s heart began to race.
Go, then. If you’re going to flee from me, return to that guy. Show yourself to Little Jimmy or whatever that idiot’s name is. It would be quite a sight to see his reaction.
Even if she was a ticking bomb with valuable information for the rebels, to Jimmy, she was a woman he had promised to marry.
Was it just for the cause of giving the suicide order to the woman he loved?
Leon didn’t believe so.
Had he not violated her, maybe Jimmy would have tried to save her at least once or twice before issuing a suicide command.
Such a narrow-minded man, having his fiancée bear another man’s child. Even if she returned, he would betray her. Then, perhaps, the obstinate woman would realize she had been deceived by her comrades all her life and that Leon was the only one who spoke the truth.
Thus, she would break out of her shell and be reborn anew. Leon had no doubt all the doubts he had patiently instilled in her would sprout into a flower named vengeance.
The tram arrived.
After a brief pause, the vehicle moved on with a jolt. The spot where the woman had stood was now empty. Unaware that it was carrying a rat returning to its hole with a bomb strapped to its back, the tram disappeared from view, but Leon couldn’t tear his eyes away from the spot.
Just wait. You’ll come back.
Before that happens, you’ll tear down your world with your own hands and offer it to me. Then, today’s betrayal will be something I can generously forgive.
Then, I, too, will willingly take the most uncharacteristic path for you.
The moment Grace escaped beyond the mansion’s walls, she couldn’t hold back any longer.
Today was the day. Yes, today. Indeed, it was today.
Laughter burst forth from her, or perhaps it was more like sobbing. Her steps were calm, in contrast to her exhilarated heart. It didn’t matter if she walked slowly, no one was coming to catch her.
She remembered one of the many cautions the man gave her as he left for work.
“The ground is frozen and slippery. Walk slowly when you go for a walk so you don’t fall.”
Yes, that’s right. Don’t I listen well? Are you watching?
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