Stand Still, Don’t Run Away, My Little Wife

Susan knocked symbolically on the door and came in.

Danae watched her put the tonic soup on the table, as if she should ignore everything in the room and speak lightly：

“Danae, drink the soup. It could make you feel better.”

Feel better?

Why did these words sound so funny?

“Susan.”

Her throat was dry and hoarse. She propped up her body and leaned against the edge of the bed, smiling bitterly：

“Could I pay off what I owed him?”

Danae’s eyes were no light and had the self－deprecating wry smile. How could Susan don’t know this child…

It’s just, this was her fate.

“It’s different now.”

This was the only thing Susan could tell her.

Was it different?

Danae felt that there was no difference. She just became a woman like Joe.

It’s nothing different, it’s all the same sad.

But Susan knew better than anyone that if Mr. Macaulay slept with Danae, it meant－

He would only sleep her alone in the future.

But Miss Mu… will be engaged in a few hours.

“Did he say anything?”

She woke up and he had already left.

But she did not forget that a few hours later, it was her engagement banquet with Cyril.

“No.”

No …

Danae closed her eyes heavily, Raymond, were you really going to force me to death?

“Miss Macaulay, the engagement banquet has not been canceled.”

“But I could no longer go!!”

The pent－up mood all night broke out completely at this moment. She never spoke loudly to Susan.

Also, she knew that she was wrong, she shouldn’t be like this.

But what else could she do at this moment? Just washed herself, pretended that nothing had happened, put on a beautiful evening dress and continued her engagement party?

“I want to be alone…”

The tears that fell were full of bitterness.

Susan nodded, turned and went out, but before she left, she heard a sound from the room－

“Pa!”

It was the bowl of tonic soup prepared for her, and the sound of the bowl smashing on the floor.

Susan just sighed heavily. It was better to vent like this than to keep it in her heart.

… …

In the bathroom.

Danae soaked herself in the bathtub several times. She wanted to sink like this and never got up again.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

But every time, she was surrounded by the suffocating fear.

She was timid. She was more afraid of death than anyone else.

Therefore, over the years, she would rather bear the pain than end up with death.

But she had such thoughts more than once.

She looked at herself in the mirror and her whole body was covered with traces left by him.

She couldn’t wipe them off.

Just like the fact that she was already his person.

“Sick…”

What qualifications did a sick body had to put on engagement dresses for other men and even married him later?

Danae, it turned out that the happiness was really far away from you.