The General's Wife Wants to Leave

Chapter 150: Engraved in mind

Chapter 150: Engraved in mindIn the serenade of the black night, Canillas followed Joanna’s eyes to rest after she became calmed by his reassurance that he would not force her to give him the answer to his demand.

He was asleep but awakened when he sensed a movement coming from one of his sides, yet he tried to keep his eyes closed, although he could grasp what it was.

Subsequently, he felt there was something tickling his arm, which indeed made him not able to play ignorant anymore.

Raising his other arm that he placed on top of his eyes, Canillas shifted his head to look in the direction in which the commotion came.

His wife, who had always kept her distance from him, was approaching him, coming closer to his side. But of course, it would not have happened if the room where they were settling in together was warm.

Looking at where the fireplace was situated, the blazing fire that he saw before he went to sleep was no more. What was left was only shimmering wood, mixed with piles of ashes, and the faint sound of the residue of burning wood.

Letting out a sigh, Canillas was about to wake up to make another fire to warm the room, like he did when they shared the nights together in the Powel Orphanage, as he could not let her dwell in coldness.

However, the second thought suddenly emanated from his mind, and he cancelled what he was going to do in order to warm his wife, who seemed to be cold, and

And he had regarded it as a punishment, as through her and her family, he witnessed what was called upper-class humility, tenderness, and warmness.

None of her or her father showed any arrogance, like he had experienced and witnessed when dealing with most of the aristocrats in Archess. He had also seen more than enough about their attitude toward the people whose class they regarded as below them.

Never once did her father treat him as a lowly commoner. Neither once did he look at him in disgust because he was a commoner.

Further than that, his father-in-law had never insulted him, not like the impudent Viscount, who insulted him for being a commoner.

One could fake a kind expression to pretend to be kind to him because of his achievements and influence as a general, as he felt most of the time he encountered those groups of high society.

Or perhaps the Duke of Barasca felt forced to be kind to him because his precious daughter was at his mercy.

However, Canillas was not dull and oblivious as a person, as he could sense and could not find any of that pretentious facade in his father-in-law’s every treatment toward him.

And even if that was right, for Canillas, it was normal conduct to be taken by a father who loved his daughter wholeheartedly, asking a person who had taken his daughter as wife to treat her like he had treasured her.

More importantly, his father-in-law had opened his arms for him since the very first time he stepped inside his territory, accepting him even though his daughter had planned to annul their marriage.

Canillas was more than certain that it was something that was not unknown to the Duke, remembering how close his bond with his daughter was.

However, instead of supporting his stubborn daughter and helping her get rid of him, the Duke chose to be an outsider, letting her decide what she wanted to do to her marriage. And it was the reason Canillas respected him as a wise person.

And about his stubborn wife, he even knew very well that she wanted to stay away from him, not because he was a lowly commoner, as he never once found disgust in her eyes every time their eyes met.

He was grateful for pursuing her in the West Lane Mountain, choosing to have equal stubbornness with her toward their opposite goal. Otherwise, he could not witness with his own eyes how tender and full of love she treated those orphaned kids, adding to his acknowledgement of her indifference toward social status.

Only from her did he see a noble lady warmly hug the orphans, whose backgrounds were probably not clear and no nobility attached to them. But still, she put them in her arms without any disgust traced to her whole being.

Then, how could he not feel blessed and lucky to have Joanna de Lara as his wife?