Villainous Husband, the One You’re Obsessed With Is Over There - Chapter 213

Chapter 107.1

After what felt like an eternity, several hours had passed, and just as the downward-leaning shadows started to tilt upwards…

Raniero opened the door.

I tried to get up and run to him, forgetting that my legs had no strength and stumbled forward. Thankfully, the carpet cushioned my fall. If it had been a hard floor, I might have cracked my forehead.

“Angie.”

Raniero approached and helped me.

Though it hurt because I fell, the joy of seeing Raniero outweighed the pain. I leaned myself onto him and laughed like a madman as I got up.

It was truly cunning. I couldn’t believe it. How could it be this easy?

Did I really have no backbone¹? Was I really going to run to him a dog with its tail wagging after just a few hours of isolation? My rationality berated me, but it was futile.

Even if the person before me weren’t Raniero but Roberta Jacques, who had come back alive, I would still have been momentarily glad.

It was a person.

Someone I could talk with.

It wasn’t like I was isolated for days. It was just a few hours and yet the presence of others was as sweet as honey. In a room without even a clock, not knowing the passage of time made it all the more acute.

I leaned in close to Raniero and asked.

“How many hours have I been alone…?”

Raniero looked puzzled by my suddenly softer demeanor, then lightly brushed my hair.

“About half a day.”

“Half a day…”

“Are you hungry?”

Of course.

A watery or thin soup should be eaten little by little and often. Still, hunger wasn’t what tormented me the most during the past six hours.

So, I shook my head.

“You still need to eat.”

Raniero lifted me and sat me on the bed before he began to feed me the bland and lukewarm meal. It was tasteless, but I knew that complaining was a luxury.

I quickly finished the food.

Although I didn’t feel any sense of satisfaction in my stomach, the hunger subsided a bit. Raniero then set the empty bowl down on the bedside table and gently brushed my forehead.

“My thoughts were short. You need to eat more often.”

His tone was incredibly tender.

I nodded.

Did he plan on continuing to spoon-feed me food like this? So, could more frequent meals shorten the dreaded isolation a bit?

“Then… will you come often?”

He glanced into my eyes for a moment.

My eyes were watering with mixed emotions as his thumb brushed lightly across the corner of my eye. He seemed to be considering the true meaning of my question. Was I asking him not to come often or to come often? Or…

Wanting to get an answer quickly, I added it immediately.

“I wish you would come often…”

At that moment, I could clearly sense Raniero’s tension dissipating. He didn’t hide his change of emotions. There was no need for him to. Since he was a strong person wherever he went, he had every right to express his feelings freely.

He asked incredulously.

“Really?”

I nodded.

In that moment, Raniero Actilus seemed happier than anyone else in the world.

“Of course.”

“Uh, how soon will you be coming back?”

In response to my question, his voice now seemed to be tinged with joy.

“How often should I come?”

“As often as possible…”

I found myself laughing at myself for changing my attitude, like flipping the palm of my hand in just a few hours. How ridiculous must I seem to Raniero?

Eden…

If Eden could see me now, how pathetic would he think I am?

As I begged Raniero for more frequent visits, I felt like something fundamental in my personality was crumbling…

‘…It’s okay. I’m used to it.’

Ever since standing side by side with him on the aisle, obsequiousness had always been my most frequently used weapon.

“As often as possible…”

Raniero repeated my words ecstatically. I was relieved to see him in such a good mood. Maybe he would listen to me… perhaps even grant me another favor this time? I had to go with the flow when the momentum was good.

I leaned my upper body towards him and placed my hands on his knees.

“I, uh, I have a favor to ask….”

“What is it?”

“Will you listen?”

“Tell me what it is.”

“Can you give me permission first?”

“I can’t do that because you might cry and ask me to let you out.”

“It’s not about that… I don’t even wish for that… It’s really simple.”

“Let me hear if it’s really that easy.”

I wanted to get a definite answer first…

But maybe that was asking too much.

In the end, I opened my mouth obediently. It was such an easy favor for anyone to ask, so he would be happy to oblige.