I Abandoned the Male Lead Who Cheated with the Villainess - Chapter 232

Herix immediately denied it, making it clear that he would never let Ivonne be stingy with those words. Hearing that firm denial, Ivonne felt a strange feeling. His passion in seeking those words was what made it all the more intense.

‘Of course, I do other things too. I do a lot. It’s just that back then, it was more frequent.’

Ivonne found herself making excuses again, though there was no one around to hear them.

Herix, who had just rubbed his face, now looked at her with eyes shining brightly. In truth, Ivonne never imagined the phrase ‘shining eyes’ would suit Herix.

Words like “no light,” “no focus,” or “a little off” seemed to fit him much better—she knew that all too well. But as their marriage had progressed, Herix, settling into it with remarkable speed, had mastered the meaning of “shining eyes” better than anyone else in the world.

Just like now.

“I love you. I love you so much. Even when you say scary things sometimes, I can’t help but say I love you.”

Ivonne whispered softly, gently brushing her gloved hand across his handsome face, which was looking back at her. His perfectly styled hair revealed his well-formed, neat forehead.

Impulsively, Ivonne kissed it.

“I love you so much that I’m deeply grateful for you pulling me down here. I love you enough to say I desperately wanted you to drag me down like this, to let me fall.”

Her words, soft as though caressing his skin, made Herix’s lower body tense with strength.

Though he’d heard this many times before, it always felt like the first time. If this had been the first time he heard such words, Herix would have grabbed Ivonne and pulled her into a tight embrace.

He would have crumpled that beautiful dress in the process.

“Me too…”

His voice cracked with longing as he fought to hold back the desire to pull her closer. For a moment, he cleared his throat and then said,

“I love you, Ivonne. The words ‘I love you’… they just don’t feel enough… Ah, I don’t know. Ivonne, why am I so stupid? Why can’t I say anything other than ‘I love you’? Those words aren’t enough. I want to love you more, beyond those words…”

His whiny words trembled with emotion. He didn’t want to cry, but there was shakiness in his voice. Ivonne was so magnificent and overwhelming, so deeply ingrained in him, that before her, Herix could only feel like a child. That’s why, every time, he found himself clinging to her.

Ivonne knew this well. She rose from where she was and moved in front of Herix. Without worrying about her dress crumpling, she sat sideways on his lap. As a bonus, she wrapped her arms around the shoulders she had just been massaging.

“Ivonne!”

Herix’s eyes widened in surprise, and his eyes were already moist.

Ivonne loved seeing his long, seductive eyes burn with desire, but when he acted this innocent, her own hidden, delicate sadistic side would rise to the surface. The kind of sadism that wanted to tease and bite something cute… that kind of desire.

So instead of gently brushing his eyes, Ivonne lightly sucked on his lower lip, which had been sticking out like he was pouting.

“Suddenly, I was reminded of the first night we spent together in this life.”

Herix, still slightly stunned from the sudden kiss, tried to move closer, but Ivonne gently stopped him and said drowsily. Then, with her gloved fingers, she playfully traced his lower lip, which she had moistened slightly, and chuckled.

“Herix cried that night, you know. I was in so much pain, but Herix was so happy, so joyful.”

“Th-That…!”

Herix’s face turned bright red. Although he was the one who would make Ivonne blush during their intimate moments, outside of their physical relationship, he still found himself being swayed by her.

That night had been especially so. No matter how much Herix tried, something felt lacking. It was the first and last time he had ever said he wanted to stop, and he said it while crying.

“I was so happy I couldn’t control myself. I… I cried. My heart was beating so fast, I was scared… I thought I might hurt you… really hurt you… even though I already did.”

His mumbling, apologetic words were always the same. But Ivonne always wanted to hear these same words, so she often brought up the story of their first night together.

“Yes, that’s right. I know.”

She loved seeing him lean into her like this, whining like a little puppy.

‘They say couples start to look alike.’

Ivonne now understood that saying perfectly.