Cry, Or Better Yet Beg
Chapter 23. Tear, Crush, and Throw

Every time Leyla thrashed, Matthias increased her grip strength and Leyla desperately fought back as she did so.

What plastered in his gaze every time he opened his tightly shut eyes was only a fickle sight.

The leaves are trembling…

The sky that stretches…

and Matthias….

The dirty floor, where the silhouette of the leaves twinkled on it, and he again.

The yellowish dust clumps and covers it in a sandy sheath. Their passionate kiss almost got into a fight.

At some point, Leyla didn't even know what she was doing. The fear of not breathing and the need to breathe are grouped into one.

On the other hand, the duke's attempt to suck his lips and snare his tongue with his tongue seemed to be flaring up even more. Leyla had no choice but to surrender as if she was a living prey that had been eaten by a predator.

The breath becomes weak and thin in the brachial part. He screams heartbreak as Matthias' lustful lips begin to touch his nape quickly and strongly.

Many buttons were scattered as he tore his blouse, revealing his slender collarbone. Her lips constantly provoked a certain point on her neck where her pulse was beating.

Her hand that stroked her thighs and waist, slowly climbed up and grasped her beautiful breasts.

"Ah… !"

Leyla shook her head hard and pulled Matthias' shirt. Torn buttons on his shirt bounced to the ground. He scratched his skin with his sharp nails, scraping the red stripes around his neck several times.

****** the red engraved on Matthias' lips one by one began to adorn his collarbone. Tears flowed in his eyes as his lips began to trace his collarbone.

Leyla's mind became numb.

Matthias' body heat, which came into contact with him, completely gave him an uncomfortable and new feeling.

She was scared and confused as to why she had to go through this nightmare.

Fortunately, Matthias was able to stop his actions. He lowered his head and stared at her, one hand supporting her body.

Leyla opened her eyes; matthias' breathing was still rough erratic, but her eyes did not look like a man who was engrossed in lust.

His eyes were deep and calm. Similar to the day he stepped on a coin or when he calmly shot a bird to death. The way the man looked at her made Leyla's face flushed red with anger.

Matthias stared at him for a few seconds. He closed his eyes and slowly opened them. His jakun wriggling had stopped as he slightly adjusted his breathing.

The forest wind randomly made Leyla's hair fall apart. A wave of refined gold floated in front of him as he lowered his gaze.

Matthias wiped the dirt off his hands, then turned his body to the side.

He carefully looked around.

A woman lying in the shade of a tree crying.

The yard with the clothesline contains freshly dried laundry.

Old cottage that stands alone.

And he who sits in this ludicrous world with a chaotic appearance.

Matthias grunted softly and swept his drooping hair from his forehead. Beside her, Leyla curled up in a circle, trying to suck in more air.

“Pfft..Ha..ha.ha...”.

As he looked at his battered figure full of dust, Matthias' laughter became even more heartbreaking in his ears.

'You.'

Taking a deep breath, Matthias wiped his wet lips with the back of his hand. There's a blood patch.

'It's only because of people like you.'

When she turned to look back, Leyla had already dashed down the tree. He glared at her fiercely and squeezed the branch of the tree he had taken with his trembling hands.

Tears were still dripping from her sparkling eyes.

Matthias lifts himself off the ground after receiving a menacing look from a woman who did the same to him. He looked down, silently, into his hand, which had just grabbed a handful of burning ground.

'You may not know. I really want to squeeze your little neck with this hand.'

Mathias turned around without hesitation after taking his coat.

Summer in Berg is short.

When the time has come, a cold wind will blow, and the seasons will change in an instant.

Mathias is no stranger to that.

Leyla was only able to wake up after Duke Herhardt was no longer seen.

He took his glasses and put them on. Both of his legs seemed to be rumbling. He stumbled, trembled, tripped, and had to rest several times before finally arriving at the cottage.

'I shouldn't have fallen to the ground.'

Tears flowed down his cheeks with great regret. That bad taste was still there, no matter how many times he cleaned his lips with his hands or apron.

Leyla walked to the water tap and pumped it hard. Cold water came out of the bucket due to the pressure, soaking his clothes but he did not care.

"…NO."

He muttered, unsure about what exactly he was trying to resist.

'NO. No. no.'

Leyla shook her head. His bucket was full as his irregular breathing mixed with that repetitive sentence.

He covered his trembling hands and looked around nervously as if he was being hunted by something.

But, everything is the same.

That's Uncle Bill's cottage. The most comfortable place in the world. The place he always loved.

The wind ruffled the leaves, and the birds chirped while perched on the branches of the trees. The forest background looks beautifully enchanting and silent as time approaches sunset, bathing everything in a golden radiance.

But Leyla's heart kept pounding uneasily. He was confused by what he rejected but also had no idea what he was afraid of.

But one thing is clear. He needs to get away from all this.

Leyla took off her glasses and washed her face repeatedly with a bucket filled with water. He rubbed his red-spotted nape. He continued to clean his ears, yet the fine traces he left behind were still clearly visible.

The overcast sky looked so bright, Leyla looked at him with a blank expression on her face.

He suddenly clenched his teeth, lifted the bucket, and immersed himself with cold water. His body trembled in coldness as water washed it from head to toe.

Leyla again took the water from the tap while shaking, as she was fed up with unpleasant memories of her continued survival. This time, he rinsed his entire mouth with a palm full of water.

Cough!

The splash of water, he thought, would erase those memories. But it's of no use. He still remembered those bad and nonsensical things.

Cough! Cough!

Come and read on our website wuxia worldsite. Thank you

He crouched down, crying, before pumping more water from the tap.

Matthias took a leisurely stroll around the garden before stopping on the outskirts where the rose garden and marble staircase leading to the palace were built.

Even though he had cleaned the dust from his clothes, the remains were still visible everywhere. Because it means nothing to him. The problem is his memory. The memories became clearer each time he took it step by step.

As Leyla curled up in her arms, all semblance of rationality was lost. There was only a thirst that was like the hunger to have it; it was as if he had turned into a beast.

Matthias licked his lips and flicked his bangs to the side of his forehead. He was trying to see how and where this perverted desire would stop.

If that woman, Leyla, had not cried, it would have been meaningless, futile, and ultimately meaningless.

If only he could hold back. If only he could restrain himself from harassing such a woman. Maybe maybe…..

Raising his head, Matthias saw the large house in the light of the brownish-yellow afternoon sun. Behind him, the forest opposite the park looked like a secluded world shrouded in silence.

Quiet atmosphere.

Something stands alone in an empty place.

A craving interest and a powerful desire towards a beautiful woman. Matthias stammered shut his eyes as if removing something ridiculous that was bothering him.

He opened it again and plucked a bundle of perfectly blooming roses that resembled his tears.

From his grasp, the sharp scent of the crumpled rose spread thick, piercing nose. There was a pleasant aroma that reminded him of the woman's body odor.

He tore it apart, smashed it, and threw it away.

The torn and broken rose petals fell strands by strands on his feet in slow strides.

Memories of a girl passing through this garden appeared in his mind one after another along with falling flower petals.

Every time he came home to Arvis, the boy always grew warmer.

The perfectly blooming rose meadow had become a familiar sight in the neighborhood where the child lived.

As the winter months arrive, the flower bed is peacefully covered with snow. The seasons kept repeating, time passed, and the girl grew and turned into a woman like a series of scenes.

But in the end, it was all for nothing.

Matthias stroked his lips with rose-scented hands and walked past the flakes of flower petals.

As the sun began to set, a cool breeze blew, signifying the end of summer.

Matthias never looked back as he climbed the stairs and entered the dazzling artificial light in the mansion.

The sky on the western horizon, where the sun returned to its nest like a dove, was now dyed with a deep purple hue.

Darkness slowly enveloped the room, but Kyle did not turn on the light. He leaned deeply against the chair by the window, his gaze pointing towards the sky, which was constantly changing his bright shadow.

Since returning from Arvis' cabin, Kyle has been locked up in his room. Without a playful grin on her lips, her grayish eyes gave off a shady cold feel.

He had lunch with Leyla in a friendly atmosphere. Kyle didn't say no because he was trying to behave as usual.

But he knows. Their time together was not the same as before.

If he could not find a solution sooner, he would have to let go.

Kyle wiped his dry face with his hands as if he was washing it.

Leyla said that she wished they had remained good friends for a long time. And to stay friends, they have to keep their distance.

He finally understood its meaning. Kyle has a very different plan. Of course, he wanted to spend a long time with her, but not as a good friend in disguise.

Therefore, he could not wait for long.

Kyle took a hard stance after coming to that conclusion. He didn't want to waste those happy days with Leyla, so it was time to let go of his invisible feelings.

Taking a deep breath, Kyle opened the door and stepped into the corridor.

The dim light glittered, seeping behind the door of his father's study. Kyle reassured himself at the door before taking another breath.

At the duke's party, Kyle finds out the core of the reason his mother introduced him to the nobility. She did not have the slightest idea of what was on her mother's mind when she was considering an engagement or marriage at the time, but today, she was rather grateful for it.

'I can't lose you. Or separate from each other. How can we do that?'

Reflecting on the words he said to Leyla, Kyle knocked on the door loudly.

“Dad, it's me.”

“Come in, Kyle.”

She heard her father's warm and affectionate voice behind the door. Driven by his sweet demeanor, Kyle slowly opened the door of the study. Dr. Etman who sat in front of the table smilingly greeted his son.

Rather than slumping on the chair across from his father's desk as usual, Kyle stood upright in front of his father.

“There's something I want to tell you, Dad,” he said.

“This is not something you normally do. That's a pretty serious thing to say, isn't it?”

"Yes." Yeah."

Kyle clenched his hands tightly to gather his courage.

When there is pressure, he will say this.

He encouraged her and swallowed her saliva.

Next year, he will enroll in college and leave for the capital. And Leyla, instead, plans to stay in this city and pursue a career as a teacher.

Distance will keep them apart for a long time.

Kyle is not so sure about that. The fact that there will come a day when Kyle Etman will not stand next to Leyla Lewellin.

He pondered this.

What if they both went to college together? What if they were studying as medical and ornithology students at the same time? And what if they live together for the rest of their lives like they used to? As friends, lovers, and family.

“Mother seems to be thinking about my current marriage.”

Dr. Etman immediately let go of the short but pleasant barking of hearing what Kyle had said.

“That day, your mother acted too hastily. Don't let it bother you too much, Kyle. I understand your mother's feelings, but I disagree with her. No need to rush.”

“No, dad.”

Kyle looked at his father with a determined look.

“I've been thinking of getting married.”

"Wedding? Kyle? You?" Dr Eyes. Etman furrowed slowly as he looked at his son.

"Yes." Yeah."

Kyle replied in a nervous yet relaxed voice.

“I want to marry Leyla and go to college with her.”