If You Leave Without a Word - Chapter 102

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Agatha felt her frail body crushed under his muscular strength, rendering her powerless and limp. She shut her eyes tightly. His tone was polite and gentle, yet the subtle force he used to overpower her was unmistakable.

Cain was utterly foreign to her now. Though he had ignored and disregarded her before, he had never tried to subdue her with brute force. Why had he changed so much?

Her mind was flooded with memories of the month they had spent together, lying in each other’s arms and falling asleep tenderly. Her body still deluded itself into believing it was being held by that kind husband.

The reality was devastating.

The rough movements that had grown stronger began to slow down as Cain tasted the metallic tang of blood. He pulled back slightly, a look of surprise crossing his face as he saw the red droplets on her lips.

He frowned, seemingly shocked that he could inflict such an injury with so little force. His previously calm eyes trembled slightly.

Feigning surprise at a mere drop of blood, Agatha thought Cain’s wavering gaze was an act. In Arta, she would have been moved by such a look, her heart fluttering with emotion.

But now that the illusion of love had been shattered, his pretense held no power over her.

As Cain slowly lifted himself up, gazing at the blood on her lips, Agatha seized the opportunity to push him away. Though she had asked him to move, the sudden loss of his warmth left her feeling cold.

One of her arms was still held by him, so she had to use her free hand to try and push him off. Not that it would have made him budge.

Despite not being many, the times their bodies touched would have at least reached double digits. Ever since their first night together, every memory of him had excited her.

But not anymore. Knowing he had a mistress and that he lavished her with her father’s inheritance, she now felt only shame at her body’s reaction to him.

“…!”

Cain suddenly pulled away from her. The sensation of their bodies separating felt like losing a part of her own body.

Unconsciously, Agatha’s nails scratched his arm. For a brief moment, a smile flickered across Cain’s lips before disappearing.

“You’re quite distant tonight.”

Cain said, reaching out to caress her face. He wiped the blood from her lips with his thumb and then licked it off his finger. This provocative act left Agatha unable to look away.

At first, her gaze was drawn to his lips licking his finger, then she realized she was staring at his face in a daze. She shook her head slightly, reminding herself not to be fooled.

His dark hair contrasted sharply with the golden fabrics filling the room. Kneeling between her legs, Cain looked formidable. He was a terrifyingly powerful man, having risen to command an order of knights rivaling the imperial knights through sheer strength.

Just moments ago, his body had been pressing down on her, and now he loomed over her. Looking up at him took her breath away. His sharp eyes and large frame were familiar, yet it felt as though a completely different person inhabited his body. Her eyes blurred with tears as she compared him to the Cain of two years ago.

It seemed she was the only one feeling the weight of this moment. With a mocking smile, Cain leaned down and pressed his body against hers again.

“I fear I might hurt you if we continue like this.”

His words and actions indicate no guilt over holding a woman he didn’t love.

Agatha’s cheeks burned with shame. She recalled Liana’s words about men being capable of separating their hearts from their actions.

Thinking that Cain would be different, her heart ached again.

“What are you planning to do?”

“You seem to enjoy it, don’t you? My touch.”

Agatha quickly realized what he meant. As soon as he licked the blood from his finger, his hand moved downward. Whether it was due to the lingering sensation or the sudden chill, her body reacted sharply to his touch.

People often think controlling their body is easy, but it’s not, especially when it comes to managing sensations. The places Cain’s hand touched seemed to blossom with heat. Her already sensitive body responded intensely to the slight brush of his fingertips.

Even a mere graze of his hand caused her body to eagerly welcome his touch. Seeing her lips turn red as if craving more, Cain’s expression shifted subtly. His gaze was filled with primal instinct, but there was no love in it.

The simultaneous presence of both heat and cold in his eyes made Agatha realize once again just how foolish she had been.