178 - The Evil Husband (15th Anniversary Edition) Chapter 178
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During her time at the Palerchia University, Aileen cried every single day. She was happy to have the opportunity to study as much as she wanted, but she also had many painful experiences.
Aileen was like a protruding stone there. A student who had been early admitted at a young age with The Prince's recommendation. Wearing large glasses and covering her face with her bangs, she looked gloomy. Moreover, her personality was not bright, so she could not possibly gain the favor of other students.
It was not only the students who sent her jealousy, envy, and contempt. The professors at Palerchia University also constantly tried to evaluate and test Aileen. They held up sharp standards to see if Aileen Elrod was truly as great as The Prince's recommendation suggested.
Every day felt like walking on a thorny path. There were times when she wanted to give up her studies, but Aileen clung to her studies more desperately.
It was a university she had entered with a letter of recommendation in The Prince's name. She did not want her actions to lead to an assessment that The Prince's judgment was wrong.
Every night, while crying, she always filled her letters to Cesare with only happiness and gratitude. She sent letters packed so tightly that there was not enough paper, saying that pleasant days were continuing thanks to The Prince's grace.
It was not as if every day was painful. There were definitely happy and enjoyable moments. Aileen simply wanted to show him only the 'mature and intelligent Aileen.' Hiding her young, weak, and terribly immature self.
That was a lie for Aileen herself, rather than for Cesare.
It was a lie mixed with the desire to look good to the person she liked and the ambition to one day be helpful to him as well.
Even while telling Cesare shallow lies, Aileen had a firm belief. It was the belief that Cesare would not lie to her.
Lies were a tool to hide one's weaknesses or to put others in trouble. Cesare had no weaknesses to hide from Aileen, and he was not someone who would put Aileen in a difficult situation.
Aileen always trusted Cesare. Even if he pointed to the ground and called it the sky, or pointed to the sky and called it the ground, she would have believed him without a shred of doubt.
But Cesare told a life-threatening lie. Moreover, the reason for his death was Aileen.
Aileen could not accept the truth. No, it was infinitely insufficient to express it as difficult to accept. The emotion Aileen was feeling now could not be expressed in any language in the world.
Aileen... wanted to die.
From the moment she realized the truth that Cesare was dying for her, she did not want to live for a single moment. She wanted to do anything if she could only replace his death. Even if her head was cut off at the Guillotine, or if she had to experience an even more painful death.
"Aileen."
Aileen, who was curled up on the bed, did not turn her gaze even as she felt the presence of someone entering the bedroom. Rather, she stubbornly looked out the window.
As Aileen only looked outside, a large hand grabbed her chin and forced her to turn. Her eyes met with crimson eyes.
Aileen swallowed the tears that welled up and lowered her eyes. Cesare frowned as he checked the porridge bowl, which had not been touched at all.
"You haven't touched it again."
"......"
"You have to eat, huh?"
A low voice, as if coaxing a childish child, tickled her ear. Cesare slightly curved his long eyes.
"Will you only eat if I feed you?"
He scooped up the porridge with a spoon and put it in his mouth. Then he kissed Aileen. Aileen wanted to refuse his kiss. But she could not bring herself to do so and opened her lips.
The thin porridge passed down her throat by his intruding tongue. As she swallowed the porridge, Cesare laughed lowly.
In that way, he emptied the entire bowl of porridge while kissing her. As Aileen began to cry again after barely finishing her meal, Cesare kissed her wet cheeks.
"Don't cry."
He spat out bad words to Aileen.
"We don't have much time together."
The size of the tears grew even larger. Aileen sobbed and hugged Cesare. She grabbed his skin with trembling fingers. With the moving body, a faint metallic sound rang out.
Cesare willingly responded to the touch that would never let go. He repeatedly kissed Aileen's neck and took off her Night Robe. As the thin Night Robe that had been covering her body was removed, her white body was revealed as it was.
Her white skin was covered with mottled Love bite. All of them were traces left by Cesare. As Aileen slightly flinched, the Shackle faintly shook on the sheet. The silver Shackle was connected to Aileen's ankle.
The Shackle, with soft fur on the inside, bound one of Aileen's ankles. Cesare put his fingers between the Shackle and her ankle to check if the skin inside was damaged. A very small voice leaked out like a moan.
"Cesare..."
"Yes, Aileen."
Answering the tearful voice, Cesare pressed his lips on Aileen's chest. He could feel the pulse of the heart beating below her left breast. He licked her chest, feeling the pleasant throbbing.
Pleasure bloomed in Aileen's body following the familiar caressing lips. Aileen trembled and hugged Cesare, who had buried his face in her chest, even more deeply.
How many days had it already been? It felt like her sense of time had broken down, and she could not think of anything. Aileen's clock had broken down since she was caught by Cesare at the Fiore Tavern.
"Live, Aileen."
After hearing his command, she lost consciousness and woke up to find herself in the bedroom of the Grand Duke's Residence. A Shackle was tied to one of her ankles. It was to force her not to go outside the bedroom.
With her ankle tied, Aileen spent days repeatedly falling asleep and waking up as if she were fainting. She did not want to eat anything, but Cesare forced her to eat.
After forcing her to eat, he kissed Aileen's body from head to toe. He kissed not only her face, hair, and neck, but also her armpits, below, and even her toes without caring, and even licked them.
Aileen could not push Cesare away. She resented him so much, but every time she thought about how little time they had left together, she felt suffocated and tears came to her eyes. She wanted to be with him even a little bit. She could only breathe when she felt the warmth of Cesare being alive.
"Hold me..."
So she asked for sex every time. Otherwise, she felt like she would die right away. It felt like she would meaninglessly throw away the life he had revived at the cost of everything.
Whenever Aileen wanted to have sex, Cesare stared at her with clear crimson eyes. As if he knew why Aileen wanted to be intimate with him. He was thinking the same thing as Aileen.
They mixed their bodies as a means of confirming each other's lives. At that moment, at that moment when their hot bodies touched, they could not think of anything.
Cesare, who had been gently licking Aileen's chest, lowered his lips. Aileen leaned back and lay down on the bed. Cesare supported Aileen's back with his hand, making her back bend, and then stuck his tongue into her concave navel.
A moan leaked out between her sobs. Aileen made a faint groan and twisted her body. Cesare bit the side of her navel, leaving a tooth mark, and then spread her legs.
The space between her wide-open legs was already a mess. The inside of her thighs was mottled, and her lower body was flushed red due to the continuous sex.
Cesare, who kissed the tooth mark he had left last night, bit it slightly.
"Ah...!"
The rough teeth touched her swollen and sensitive flesh, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin. At the same time, the area around her tailbone tingled. Aileen instinctively closed her legs, but she had to release her strength again at the low words that fell.
"You have to open them."
Cesare smiled faintly at her slowly opening legs. He kissed her round knees as if praising her and brought his tongue to Aileen's below.
