Lover Forced The Ruler

Chapter 75. Lisle's Desire

"You look so scared of Mr. Kent." Sally looked at Shopia from behind the glass with an accusatory look.

"Whatchu mean? You alone aren't you afraid? I'm sure you're here too because of Mr. Kent's interference." Shopia replied fiercely.

"That's why I hate him. I hold a grudge against him. Someone has been here and told some scary things that Mr. Kent has done to some people who are now his enemies. They asked me to take revenge together. Just a small role. But it would be a great help for the demon's destruction." Sally spoke almost in whispers. 

The guard by the door seemed to occasionally glance at the two girls who were seriously talking about something. Then he began to look at the watch in his hand, counting the length of time he visited.

Shopia was interested. Retaliation is so sweet. Although he actually disagrees with the destruction of Mr. Kent. Lislah. He hoped that one day either by what means the highly influential man would be attracted to him.

"What's the plan?" ask Shopia carefully.

"I don't know. But the time will come soon. Someone will come with a death duty."

Shopia thought for a moment that the girl's brain over there had been compromised. Perhaps someone had banged his head against the cold cell wall. But the girl's eyes looked quite sane. Not to imply the view of a madman.

The words about death made Shopia feel sick. It's like a conspiracy with a high level of risk. He did not know what his father would say when he heard this.

Shopia hastily ends the conversation, which begins to frighten her. "I hope the girl gets a reply soon. Because it all started with his arrival on campus, in this city. I just don't want to see her anymore."

"Trust. We're not all gonna see him again. The time will come soon…." Sally's voice was cut off from Shopia's hearing. The girl had put the phone handle to where it was and rushed away from the place. There were various new ideas filling his mind.

Nah! Shopia shook her head for the second time from behind her wheel. Along the way he was busy thinking about Sally's words just now. The girl spoke like a madman. And this conspiracy is too scary for Shopia. Not something that can be handled on its own. He considered telling his father later.

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Lisle pushed open the door of her husband's study, finding him immersed in his concentration on the computer screen in front of her. He did not even raise his face to see who was coming.

Half-tiered, the girl stepped closer to the work desk. Halfway through, he was reprimanded. 

"Do you think by walking like a kitten so I won't be distracted?" Kennard. He still did not turn his gaze on the screen.

Lisle pouting. Now he walks half-touching his feet, although still no sound, because the floor of the room is covered with a thick, hairy carpet. The girl headed for a sofa and intended to sit there. 

"Come here." Kennard typed something up before raising his face. He found his wife's face looking uninspired.

"Come on!" kennard said again when Lisle didn't move from his place.

Lisle finally got up. Reluctantly approached.

Kennard grabbed his wife's small waist, put the girl on his lap. "What's wrong?" she's in Lisle's ear. "Can't sleep?"

Kennard's breath tickled Lisle's ears. The girl kept her face away a little. She had no interest in responding to her husband's temptation.

"You're sure Shopia and his family won't sue? I've embarrassed him. I feel very uncomfortable right now." Lisle expressed her uneasiness.

"That's no big deal. You don't have to do anything. They wouldn't dare to fuck around." Kennard tried to convince his wife. His long fingers touched Lisle's dark hair.

"Not directly. But I actually didn't do anything. I just let them know that you have a special relationship with me. Of course they'll just guess. But still they wouldn't dare to act recklessly." Kennard looked down, kissed Lisle on the forehead.

"The stalkers?" Lisle pushed Kennard, loosening the hug that felt like it was making it a little difficult to breathe.

"Hm." Kennard responded to his wife's question with a murmur. Lisle's refusal aroused his desire. "This hour can't sleep. Do we need to exercise for a while?"  

Lisle fiercely glared. He even felt as though he had not recovered from the effects of Kennard's attack last night. He hurried down from that comfortable lap. The air for him felt stifling. 

"I think I'm already sleepy" Lisle said as she hurried away from the study. At the exit, he stopped suddenly. Remembering something that had crossed his head this afternoon. "You think I can practice shooting and stuff. I want to learn to protect myself."

Kennard was a little surprised to hear his wife's wishes. Lisle doesn't look like a girl brave enough to get involved in things that stink of violence. But the man soon realized something. Although he had tried his best to provide protection, Kennard knew there was a time when he would lose control of his wife's safety.

Kennard's fingers tapped on the table slowly while thinking for a moment. He could not imagine Lisle's delicate fingers coming into contact with that deadly weapon. But thinking further, he also would not be able to imagine if something happened one day because his wife did not have the slightest ability to take care of herself. 

"Why not? But are you sure you want to learn it?" Kennard looked for solemnity at the pretty face still standing in the doorway.

"I'm so sure." Lisle nodded strongly. But then he said too. "Of course you have to understand that at first I will be a little afraid in training. You know, I was kind of traumatized after a few previous incidents."

"Aren't you afraid of getting hurt? Simple physical training will also drain a lot of energy. I don't want you to faint just after running a few kilometers." Kennard gave a little idea of the training Lisle would get.

Lisle fell silent after hearing Kennard's explanation. His face looks changeable. 

Kennard laughed when he saw Lislement so hesitant. "Rethink again. If you're sure you want it, I'll change our honeymoon destination."

"Eh, meaning?"

"There's a small island where my people train. The facilities there are very complete. The place is also no less beautiful than our previous goals. Maybe a little more. But it doesn't matter. We can all honeymoon and practice." Kennard tells Lisle his plan. 

Lisle was a bit embarrassed by the honeymoon plan, but she did not dispute Kennard's idea. At home or anywhere else he is the persecuted.

"alright. I will think about it again," Lisle said as she pulled the door handle. He imagined many things in his head.

What is it like to practice shooting with real weapons? He had come into contact with that cold thing when the weapon was pointed at his head. Instantly the feathers bristled.