Svanna's face was probably already very red. She blinked, trying hard to restore the remaining consciousness—at least it was still enough to be snatched here. However, there was no telling what kind of frenzied simulation had really pulled Nightroe off the surface to the point where it seemed the man was unaware of his own actions.
Nightroe had lifted her high. Svanna struggled to rebel by stomping her heels against the wall behind her. Hoping to alert someone to come immediately, though that sounded almost too impossible when the remaining air in her chest cavity was almost gone. She could not hold back any longer. The effort to simply get rid the cruel touch of Nightroe's hand slowly slackened. Everything almost went dark. Yeah, almost. Until someone's voice appeared behind the man's back, immediately changing the situation between them. "Don Nightroe is being abusive to his wife. How disgraceful!" The darkness that Svanna had almost found was immediately"There's something I need to do. Alex will take you home." That was all. Svanna sensed how Nightroe took their steps hastily enough to leave Orlando alone there. The man had been staring in the distance, temporarily: Svanna had to accept the fact that she and Nightroe were already in this place. A car was waiting. Alex—her husband's driver—was waiting in readiness. Svanna could not say anything, especially the protest that wanted to explode at the tip of her throat. Nightroe urged her to get in, resting her shoulders on the back of the seat, and then the man closed the car door too roughly. Her body jerked slightly, but indeed... there was not a single thing that could be done. The only thing left was... a scene where a shadowy capture of Nightroe's body was seen talking with Alex. Svanna let out a rough sigh. She would wait for Alex to get into the driving seat. There was something that needed to be said. At least, it didn't take long to find the man opening th
"How is my father now?" The first time she set foot in the hospital, Svanna immediately took a step towards her father's ward. Heldfan was recovering from surgery, but they should have let him stay at home. She just wasn't ready to let go of her own father when the demands of staying in the Nightroe residence were something that couldn't be passed up. Svanna immediately walked closer. Amira's smile as the woman went about the routine of ensuring the stability of her father's condition would no longer be a new clue. "Mr. Johannson is progressing well. Soon he will be able to do activities on his own." It was good to hear such good news. Slowly, Svanna shifted to sit right next to the blanket. She looked at her father intently. The middle-aged man was clearly awake and doing the same, though not saying much between them. Svanna tentatively took her father's hand. Holding it tightly, as if she had something to say, but things had been stirring for some tim
"Nightroe loves me." In the end, deciding to tell a lie as a shortcut. If only it were true; Svanna could imagine how that man would treat her so tenderly. However, it was just the opposite prospect. It was too bad to beg for love from a cruel man. It would not be worth it. She looked down for a moment as she fiddled with her fingertips. It was not good to talk about something that turned out to be a dangerous poison fuse. The air around would only be polluted. Svanna didn't want her father involved. This marriage was enough to present her and Nightroe's existence. People were only witnesses to the continuity of a bond. Nothing more. "I think you need to rest, Papa. You need to recover quickly," Svanna said softly as she lifted her face to look at her father with small concern. Heldfan let out a long sigh, as if the middle-aged man was making a deal of unspoken suppression. "I'm tired of staying here." And the struggle to hide the truth ended up bein
Hiding. The warning alarm instantly took effect. Svanna's green eyes glowed seriously. There was a corner a fraction of a mile away from her, and it seemed to beckon her to move quickly. Run, then hide with a body reaction that almost trembled. Nightroe would be extremely angry when he found out she was here. That's right. The man walked out just to confirm something. He heaped serious urgency behind Svanna's shoulder so that she would not make a rash decision. Only when time had passed long enough and she felt she should take action. It was a relief to find that Nightroe did not really take anyone's existence seriously. Slowly, Svanna cautiously crept out. She would return to the room. At the very least, she wanted to confirm who the man was observing earlier. Nightroe's body was clearly the main obstacle. At the very least, she hoped that after the man made a move, there would be a chance to get a direct look. Svanna tentatively pressed her fin
Perhaps no one had said that this sofa was a place where she could do everything without exception. Svanna only took the important point that if someone had moved her there, then it should only be there that she felt she would not touch Nightroe's ban. There was no denying it. Everything went as—perhaps—as she expected. Nightroe had not returned since Svanna discovered the man's whereabouts in the hospital. At least it was true. The only thing she wanted was not to continue being trapped in a space of pain. Making peace with the prospect of Nightroe's decision was the best option. Svanna did not want to remember that the man still hated her, so much. She did not have to be bothered. Just let it go. Like this was more than enough. Sitting down to read a book and clear her head was a habit most of the time. Svanna leafed through the thick pages, admitting that Nightroe's room was quite pleasant for certain moments, especially with a bundle of books in hand. The lighting, wh
Svanna's tongue suddenly twitched as a name was revealed between them. Yohana .... She didn't know if she really knew the woman or not. Didn't know if she really understood the situation four years ago or perhaps not. Everything was so gray. The various pains made her desperately want to forget everything that had passed. "Yeah, I know her," Svanna said slowly. How she could hear the bitterness in her voice. Orlando then chuckled, as if he had just found satisfaction from something he could never have imagined. Something that would probably add a lot of chaos and that the man was completely unaware of. "Of course you know her. I'm just not sure that you... probably know that everything in this place is Yohana's will. That bed, and the blankets and pillows, should belong to Yohana and..." For a moment Orlando shrugged indifferently. Those eyes filled every corner in Nightroe's room with a scornful look. As if it was enough to judge, then the man conti
The sound of someone's lazy clucking immediately pulled Svanna back to the surface. She almost gasped, immediately turning to Orlando's face to see how the man would react next. He shouldn't. She shook her head faintly as a small hint, just so Orlando could underline not to create drama here. It was enough to know Nightroe was preparing the main course of the scenery, which was arguably not worth it. A brother-in-law walked into the room, and they had a conversation. Svanna wished she had sent Orlando away earlier, before ending up in this situation. "I am free to do anything, anywhere, including this place. Why did you come back so soon? Shouldn't you be busy taking care of your business with—" "Shut your fucking mouth." Orlando would never understand, but curiosity snuck in as Nightroe suddenly stopped his brother from needing to talk; the need to say something, perhaps, would have been easily obtained until it became a part lost to civilization.
"Didn't I just ask you to go home?" The first time Nightroe's voice spoke to her, Svanna felt something resting on multiple levels all over her nerves. It was difficult to simply take one action. It's hard to avoid how the man was trying to simply obliterate the remaining calmness in her. Nightroe did not manage to do anything that could have a bad influence. It took a long effort to give the man the slightest response. "What do you mean? I don't understand," Svanna said. The need to hide the truth was all she could do, though she soon came to terms with the fact that Nightroe's sapphire eyes had turned extremely sharp. "You're hanging around the hospital." The man even spoke too close to her face. Leaving a sensation that made freezing instantly take hold. Svanna almost felt a twinge on her tongue, but the demands of speech could not be ignored. "I just want to see my father." The pounding in her heart jumped violently as she felt the brus
"Ms, your breakfast." Svanna's activities while observing the pendant necklace her mother had given her were interrupted by the arrival of someone. Alina would always be Alina ever since the accidental shooting incident happened. Nightroe would certainly not involve Elisabeth at times when the middle-aged woman was unable to prevent whatever was part of her decision. There was a hint of guilt, but also relief that Nightroe did not go overboard... firing the woman who devoted her life to this place. "Thank you, Alina. You don't have to go to all this trouble. I can go to the kitchen if I'm hungry." Svanna accepted the tray from the hands of the woman in front of her while first... giving a faint smile. A smile that disappeared in an instant right after Alina seemed to be half hesitant to speak up. "Mr. Nightroe will not allow you to leave the room, Ms," Alina said. Nightroe's decision was still too crazy. Locking her up in a place filled with the memories of
For whatever reason, it felt like Svanna wanted to avoid the various possibilities that were waiting for Nightroe's sanity to disappear; then that man would not hesitate to take bad actions. She just didn't know when. The doctor who wrapped her husband's wound with a bandage had just said goodbye. Leaving the two of them here, stuck in the midst of various hanging awkwardnesses. Svanna could not tolerate the moments when Nightroe paid all attention to her.Honestly, she was not used to it: she slightly wanted to protest, but that did not happen. Instead, she was going to take the action of closing the door to the room, then standing still—waiting for the moment the man shifted his gaze.At least now.Svanna immediately exhaled a rough breath. There was no denying that there were still needs that needed to be resolved. What a mess it was in there. On the bed with dirty clothes strewn about. There was no choice. She immediately took a step closer. Picking up the
"Shhh..."The hissing sound of tendrils pulled Svanna to the surface. She tried to set up a more comfortable sleeping position, given that the flush of need to fall back asleep was still trying to seduce her into staying put.Only it didn't.Svanna's eyelids slowly opened. It took some serious effort to take in the situation around her. Still in the same room—she was sleeping on the sofa, but the faint shape of Nightroe's body could be seen sitting on the edge of the bed, and the man was actually urging her to open her eyes wide. What happened?The wound. Blood. All there.Svanna swallowed harshly, watching Nightroe's manner as the man tried to stop the bleeding in the abdomen. She didn't know... instinctively took a step closer, then stopped as the tail of her husband's eyes seemed to show a degree of alarm.Maybe enough here. Enough to be an inch away from the bed and not try to do anything, which could be fatal."What happened to you?"Asking
The sound of splashing water echoed loudly throughout the room. It left many questions in Svanna's mind. She knew what kind of fall it was out there and little understood that just below the window of the room she occupied, there was a large and pleasant pool. There had been a desire to take a dip there, but Svanna didn't have enough courage to persuade someone, anyone—whether Elisabeth or Alina—to accompany her in a swimsuit. Nightroe would obviously be too angry. However, right now... the image of that man taking a long dive in the pool immediately surged wildly. Svanna still strongly remembered Nightroe's habits. Perhaps she needed to take some sort of action to make sure straightaway. Was it true? Was it indeed Nightroe who created the splash of sound that reached into the air violently? Instinctively, Svanna's bare feet stepped to the edge of the window. The closed curtain was immediately shifted carefully. A pure sight immediately caught her eyes. Nigh
It had never occurred to her that Nightroe would hold such a conclusion. The coils in Svanna's mind violently refused. That was clearly not true. She had morals that needed to be well-maintained and would certainly not let Nightroe talk about anything more without promising proof. "Watch your mouth," she argued defiantly. "Then why did you allow that little bastard to be here?" "He came in on his own." "Came in on his own..." Nightroe repeated her words, as if they were a clichéd excuse that could not be believed. Svanna didn't care. Will tried not to think about whether Nightroe could really take things more seriously—that, indeed, was the reality they needed to learn. Their relationship had never been good. Perhaps trust should not be needed. It was completely useless, especially when Nightroe's sapphire eyes were still staring unbelievably sharp. "You could have chased him away, but you didn't," the man added in a sardonic whisper. Instinctively conjuring up the wor
"Didn't I just ask you to go home?" The first time Nightroe's voice spoke to her, Svanna felt something resting on multiple levels all over her nerves. It was difficult to simply take one action. It's hard to avoid how the man was trying to simply obliterate the remaining calmness in her. Nightroe did not manage to do anything that could have a bad influence. It took a long effort to give the man the slightest response. "What do you mean? I don't understand," Svanna said. The need to hide the truth was all she could do, though she soon came to terms with the fact that Nightroe's sapphire eyes had turned extremely sharp. "You're hanging around the hospital." The man even spoke too close to her face. Leaving a sensation that made freezing instantly take hold. Svanna almost felt a twinge on her tongue, but the demands of speech could not be ignored. "I just want to see my father." The pounding in her heart jumped violently as she felt the brus
The sound of someone's lazy clucking immediately pulled Svanna back to the surface. She almost gasped, immediately turning to Orlando's face to see how the man would react next. He shouldn't. She shook her head faintly as a small hint, just so Orlando could underline not to create drama here. It was enough to know Nightroe was preparing the main course of the scenery, which was arguably not worth it. A brother-in-law walked into the room, and they had a conversation. Svanna wished she had sent Orlando away earlier, before ending up in this situation. "I am free to do anything, anywhere, including this place. Why did you come back so soon? Shouldn't you be busy taking care of your business with—" "Shut your fucking mouth." Orlando would never understand, but curiosity snuck in as Nightroe suddenly stopped his brother from needing to talk; the need to say something, perhaps, would have been easily obtained until it became a part lost to civilization.
Svanna's tongue suddenly twitched as a name was revealed between them. Yohana .... She didn't know if she really knew the woman or not. Didn't know if she really understood the situation four years ago or perhaps not. Everything was so gray. The various pains made her desperately want to forget everything that had passed. "Yeah, I know her," Svanna said slowly. How she could hear the bitterness in her voice. Orlando then chuckled, as if he had just found satisfaction from something he could never have imagined. Something that would probably add a lot of chaos and that the man was completely unaware of. "Of course you know her. I'm just not sure that you... probably know that everything in this place is Yohana's will. That bed, and the blankets and pillows, should belong to Yohana and..." For a moment Orlando shrugged indifferently. Those eyes filled every corner in Nightroe's room with a scornful look. As if it was enough to judge, then the man conti
Perhaps no one had said that this sofa was a place where she could do everything without exception. Svanna only took the important point that if someone had moved her there, then it should only be there that she felt she would not touch Nightroe's ban. There was no denying it. Everything went as—perhaps—as she expected. Nightroe had not returned since Svanna discovered the man's whereabouts in the hospital. At least it was true. The only thing she wanted was not to continue being trapped in a space of pain. Making peace with the prospect of Nightroe's decision was the best option. Svanna did not want to remember that the man still hated her, so much. She did not have to be bothered. Just let it go. Like this was more than enough. Sitting down to read a book and clear her head was a habit most of the time. Svanna leafed through the thick pages, admitting that Nightroe's room was quite pleasant for certain moments, especially with a bundle of books in hand. The lighting, wh