Stand Still, Don’t Run Away, My Little Wife

It was night and the moonlight was dim.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Joe looked at the man coming out of the bathroom. The perfect figure was the type that any woman would be moved by when she saw it. He was wearing a bathrobe with a slightly open neckline and a bronze chest, which was even more attractive.

She smiled and poured him a glass of red wine with a charming voice－

“Raymond…”

The woman’s soft body got close to his waist, her red lips were enchanting, and she kissed the man’s neck, making the atmosphere in the room more ambiguous.

Joe knew how to please a man and knew how to be measured.

But tonight, she was aware of the man’s coldness. Raymond did not pay attention to the woman who climbed over voluntarily, but took a sip of red wine and shook the glass in his hand. His thin lips drew a deep and wanton radian.

Half a month, fifteen days.

That girl did not call back.

Presumably, she was at ease in the new environment.

Joe’s soft hand intentionally stirred into the man’s bathrobe. However, he held her hand ruthless.

She bit her lips and frowned and did not understand what he meant.

The next moment, the body was pushed away by the man without mercy.

“Raymond…”

“Just go home.”

And his voice, without a trace of temperature, let Joe’s whole body into the cold.

What did this mean, he refused her, he actually…

Joe thought she was one of the few women in the world who knew Raymond. If he said so, it meant－

He would never need her again.

… …

Susan watched Joe leave Macaulay family and couldn’t help looking at the clock.

Tonight, it seemed different.

When Joe came out of the gate, she realized in a trance that she－

Lost something.

But if she thought about it carefully, it seemed that she has never got it.

She thought he sent Danae away, she would become special.

But it seemed that she was sentimental.

… …

Pushing open the door of the room, the room was clean and free of dust.

Even though the people living here had been away for half a month, the servants would still clean and tidy up as before every day.

In the room, everything about her was put in place, just like before she left, nothing changed.

Raymond leaned half against the wall, squinting his eyes with a wanton smile, as if he could see that the clever girl whispered softly in front of his eyes－－Raymond.

For ten years, she got used to him.

And he was also used to her.

Eyes fell on the desk. Under the dim light, the hairpin on the book lost the dazzling light of the day.

The dark black pupil was covered with a layer of fog, which seemed cold.

It seemed that his Dane forgot what to take with her.

That’s fine, she would come back obediently soon.

… …

In Cyril’s family.

Danae still couldn’t sleep. She turned on the desk lamp beside the bed and looked at the time.

It’s two in the morning.

Since she came here, it has been difficult for her to fall asleep.

This was a guest room. Even if the layout of the room was the color that girls liked, she was still… not used to it.

Sometimes she always thought that when she came here, she was a guest and stayed in the guest room.

So－－

In Macaulay family before, what was her identity?

Who was the room she lived in, her room originally for?

Curled up in the corner of the bed, she held her knees in both hands and rested her head on her arms. Her eyes were confused but innocent and pitiful.

The whispering words were filled with the emotion of heartbreaking.

“I miss you…”

For the first time, she left him for such a long time.

It’s too long, but 15 days, but it seemed that it had taken a long time.

She never thought that the habit of such dependence would one day become such entangled emotions that troubled her.

She still remembered the time when she was brought back to Macaulay family by Raymond. They were the only ones in the house.

He seemed to be trying to make her form a sense of dependence, dependence on him.

In addition to contact with him, no one else could do it.

Until one day, he disappeared for three whole days.

Susan said that Mr. Macaulay was going to business. But at that time, she did not know anything about adults.

All she knew was that she could not find him. She was very scared.

He always had his own way, so that she had to sink into him alone and get used to him being everything.

Three days later, he came back. She was crying and laughing, being held in Raymond’s arms. He was kissing her tears and Danae was listening to him coax over and over again－

“Danae, my little Danae…”

At the age of 12, she started her puberty. And when she went to school during the day, she would wear underwear and school uniform like an ordinary girl.

But at night, she never wore that because… he forbade it.

She remembered once, after taking a bath, she was wearing a nightgown and doing her homework in his study.

The man habitually held her on his leg, touching her skin with his big hot palm, but when touching the softness under her collarbone, his voice became cold.

“Take it off.”

That night, she made an exception and wore underwear, but didn’t think that pissed him off.

Looking back on the past ten years, she did not know what role Raymond played in her life.

Guardian?

The person who made her an orphan, or… the person in her heart.

Even if she doesn’t understand the world, she knows that one day she will leave him.

It’s just a matter of time, now… staying at home is also a way out.