TB

CHAPTER 120

"Do it in moderation."

He scolded while gently caressing her belly, where he couldn't even feel the unborn child yet.

As effective as the shackles were, they were almost too effective. One morning, the woman couldn't muster the strength to make it to the bathroom, so she sat on the bedroom floor and vomited. When he approached her after waking up, the woman asked him,

"Are you happy?"

He was about to ask if she considered him a happy person now, but instead, she made a face that was neither crying nor smiling and said,

"My suffering is your pleasure, after all."

No.

He couldn't speak at that moment. Still, if she asked the same question again, he would say no.

"Sometimes I wish you were weak. It would have been much easier."

No, not at all. He would give the same answer to his past self.

It had been a few days.

"Um..."

As he was preparing to leave for work, the woman staggered to him and made a careful request.

"I have something I want to eat..."

In the time she had been confined to this annex, the woman had never once asked for anything to eat. It was also the first time she had shown the will to eat by herself since becoming pregnant. So, he postponed going to work and forced a bakery that hadn't been opened to open so that he could bring her what she wanted to eat.

What was almond cake anyway? The woman genuinely smiled for the first time in a long while and then said something shocking.

"Thank you."

Then, she took a few bites but ended up vomiting. After vomiting several times, the exhausted woman eventually cursed at him.

However, what pierced his heart wasn't the foul language but the genuine words of gratitude. Thank you. Thanking the man who had locked her up and even forced her to become pregnant... all for a piece of cake.

The woman who had always been defiant about being a prisoner in his prison had been so broken.

After successfully breaking her as he had wished, Leon realized that he didn't genuinely want this to happen.

"Come on, cheer up. You should be tearing me apart."

He continued to caress the sleeping woman before looking down at his own hand. His hand looked strangely empty as her nail marks were gone long ago.

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Leon's eyes opened with a foreboding premonition.

And his premonition came true tonight as well. Just like every other night, the woman was sitting at the edge of the bed. All that was visible was her shadowy back, so he couldn't see her expression or what she was looking at. Her weak body looked like it would collapse at any moment.

He quietly swallowed a sigh.

After the morning sickness, this unexpected behavior in the middle of the night also continued for a month.

When it had just started, the woman used to cry every night like a child. She was nothing like the woman he knew. She sobbed alone like that, and when he tried to console her, she clung to him, sobbing.

"Please, let me go."

"Where are you going with my child? To your fiancée?"

The woman already knew such pleas were futile.