Villainous Husband, the One You’re Obsessed With Is Over There - Chapter 221

Chapter 111.1

After crying for a long time, I eventually collapsed from exhaustion onto the cold floor.

Right…

Even if, by some miracle, I managed to unlock this lock, there were still two more locks.

Let’s give up. It wasn’t going to work.

My body started to shiver. It seemed like my body, which had been heated from crying, suddenly cooled down. As my vision blurred, everything in sight was hazy.

I blinked slowly.

My ragged breathing slowly stabilized, and it felt like my back was sticking to the ground. At that moment, I thought of letting go of consciousness. It was a bit different from fainting. It was like I simply stopped thinking about anything altogether.

Like an animal with only instinct left.

Maybe I was too exhausted to even find boredom distressing.

As I stayed like that, my hearing became acute. I could hear not only the sound of my heartbeat and breathing but even the individual strands of my hair as they fell while my chest rose and fell. I could hear footsteps from a distance and even feel the vibrations of a man walking on the floor.

‘It’s Raniero.’

I stayed lying down. Raniero soon came closer.

Soon, I heard a rattling sound. His hand slipped through the small hole in the door, and he was using the sensation from his fingertips to unlock the lock.

Kkiiiii.

The sound of the thick door opening.

As I blinked, I could hear a small chuckle above my head.

“Were you out here?”

Although my intention wasn’t to give a sweet welcome, I didn’t deny it either.

Raniero spoke kindly, saying things like how it would be troublesome if I caught a cold and easily lifted me up as if he were the gentlest person. He supported my hips as if holding a child and made me wrap my arms around his shoulders. Our upper bodies were pressed tightly together.

After locking the door while holding me, he patted my buttocks as he moved forward.

I clung to him with my arms and legs wrapped tightly around him, my eyes welling up with tears. When we returned to the bedroom with the window, moonlight filled the room. Since there wasn’t a clock, there was no way to tell if it was 9 PM or 3 AM.

I spoke in a quiet voice as I smelled the scent of bark and fire from his body.

“It’s been well over two hours…”

“I’m sorry.”

There was a hint of laughter in his voice as he apologized as if he found me endearing.

Even though he didn’t explain why he was late, I could tell that it wasn’t because of unavoidable circumstances. If he had wanted to come but couldn’t, his steps wouldn’t have been so leisurely as he unlocked the door and came up.

This was intentional.

He intentionally left me alone for a long time to see my reaction… and I lived up to his expectations. I couldn’t even wait in the room and had gone up to the lock that I couldn’t undo.

I thought there were no more tears to shed, but my vision became blurry again.

“Angie, I’m sorry I’m late. I was wrong, okay?”

I whimpered, clinging to him.

“This…”

There was a hint of unconcealed joy in his voice as he seemed to mutter to himself, mixed with embarrassment.

Although he tried to lay me down on the bed, I stubbornly held on.

As though he found it endearing, Raniero showered my lips with repeated kisses.

He looked happy, but I wasn’t.

What mattered was the fact that Raniero could break promises based on his mood. Yes, that was how he was. He was always driven by his feelings. If he suddenly wanted to see me hit rock bottom, reaching out and struggling for him, he would simply do it.

He probably thought this was amusing.

Which meant…

‘I can’t trust his promises anymore.’

Depending on his mood, he may keep his promise or not.

As I thought back to the time when Raniero was hurt by my attempt to kill him and was anxious about my every word and action, I thought I finally understood what it meant.

He was simply afraid that I would leave somewhere outside of his sphere of influence.

He was afraid that I might hate him and run away again, that he might never have me by his side again…

He didn’t want me to be whole.

What mattered to him was that he had control over me, no matter how broken I would become. I couldn’t see any way out of here anywhere.

He had completely taken possession of me.

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