Villainous Husband, the One You’re Obsessed With Is Over There - Chapter 128

Chapter 64.2

“Having multiple children is a trial of Actilla, isn’t it?”

Angelica’s voice was low and subdued.

“Yes.”

As Raniero’s answer returned positively as if it were natural, a futile question flowed from Angelica’s lips.

“Then, the children are going to have to keep killing their siblings until they’re alone?”

“Isn’t that natural?”

She hesitated, then asked.

“Your Majesty also took the life of the Emperor… then my children may do the same to you. Is that also natural?”

At those words, a sneer flowed toward the unborn child.

Even though it wasn’t directed at her, Angelica flinched a little.

“No one can kill me.”

Angelica was left speechless by his pride and confidence in his abilities.

‘…I see. He lived his life without the slightest assumption that his life might be in danger.’

At the same time, the empty face of Seraphina that she had seen in her dream at the temple clung to the back of her eyelids.

“…I think such an attempt itself is justified.”

It was gnawing words.

It was because this was Actilus.

“The weak should be weeded out.”

Hearing the remark, Angelica tossed a stone into the calm water.

“Then, what about me?”

…The soft tender-hearted and weak Angelica.

“Do I deserve to be weeded out, too?”

Lost in his thoughts, Raniero stroked the long, white neck, rounded shoulders, and finely curved waist.

If a child were born between the two, they would surely resemble him. If the child resembled him, only Angelica would be clearly discernible among the blurry faces for them as if they had been smudged by a large brush.

…Then, she would surely be coveted.

If that child had the temperament to become Actilla’s godson, they would surely want to get her in their hands and roll her around to break her. When he got to that point, Raniero could feel a sudden surge of heat in the back of his head.

He alone had the authority to do so. He couldn’t give her up to anyone else.

Raniero shuddered at the sudden, violent desire to monopolize. He wanted to crush Angelica and make her unusable so no one could covet her.

“…Your Majesty?”

It was only when Angelica called him in fright that he realized that he was gripping her shoulder tightly with his fingertips curled like rakes.

…Though if he broke her, he wouldn’t be able to hold her again.

Raniero eventually suppressed his urge.

“You’re mine, so it is my jurisdiction to determine your life and death.”

He gritted his teeth and whispered.

“If anyone other than me takes your life, they will pay the price for their arrogance.”

My wife. My winter prey.

Angelica was afraid of Raniero’s expression.

Knowing what to do at times like this, she cupped his cheeks with both hands and whispered.

“Do as you please.”

Sweet words were followed by even sweeter kisses.

It was still an unskillful gesture, but rage and violent impulses that had risen just by the mere thought of the distant future were washed away, and he felt like he could think of nothing else as something else dominated him and it melted and overflowed his brain. Raniero pressed against Angelica’s body, stimulating her as he pleased.

It was now a familiar sight to Angelica since she was used to dealing with him like this.

Pulling him deeper into her, she wasn’t afraid of him anymore.

Soon, strange noises were heard from the Empress’s bed chamber. It meant that no one would be looking for a lady-in-waiting on duty until the sun rose tomorrow.

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Sylvia quickly put on her coat and left the silent palace.

The loyal head lady-in-waiting had suddenly become independent. Even though it seemed that she had convinced the people with a plausible explanation, it seemed suspicious to Sylvia that the lady-in-waiting who cared for the Empress so much and moved out of the palace so suddenly.

Because of that, she made her way to Cisen’s house, but her enthusiasm faded with each step she took. By the time she arrived at the modestly sized house located near the Imperial Palace, she was almost embarrassed, wondering if she had come too recklessly. She stood tall and glanced up at Cisen’s house.

‘Still… there must be something.’

All of a sudden, as light streamed through the attic window, Sylvia’s gaze naturally turned toward that direction. A young man walked over to the window before his hand came out as if to draw the curtains. The next thing she knew, she was greeted by a well-groomed face.

It was a familiar face.

Sylvia furrowed her brow and glanced up the window.

At the same time, the owner of the room, noticing the presence of someone outside, glanced over before he hardened his expression.

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