TCIWTFY - Part 2 Chapter 181

When Medea came to her senses, there was silence everywhere.

Next to her lay Cesare.

He was brought in through a fierce snowstorm, but his body was cold.

Even the weak heartbeat had long since stopped.

Her heart was pounding.

'Cesare.'

She shook him with her trembling hands.

However, his golden eyes were not reflected.

'No...'

There was no voice. As if in a vacuum, the world rang loudly.

Meanwhile, his body became colder and colder.

"Cesare-!"

Medea gasped and opened her eyes.

A faint smell of herbs brushed against the tip of her nose, and the gray ceiling shone in her view.

'...It was a dream.'

She grabbed the sheet. Her heart was still beating like crazy.

She couldn't clearly distinguish between the nightmare she had just had and the hazy reality in front of her.

Before she lost consciousness, her last memory was of clutching Cesare's sleeve.

Medea groped for the seat next to her without realizing it. But all she could touch was the cold seat.

She sat up.

The moment she realized that she was the only one in this room, her heart sank.

Did he live?

Or am I too late?

"Oh, no."

The heat seemed to be rushing all over her eyes.

The moment she let out a crying moan, the door squeaked, and it opened.

The silhouette of the man leaning against the low door frame was bigger than the door.

The shoulders above the bandage, which were exposed through the loose flannel shirt, were still tight.

The moment she saw the man's black hair swaying in the cold wind blowing through the door, Medea jumped out without hesitation.

"Cesare!"

***

The rooms in this house were entirely tailored to the body shape of the landlord, Mr. Jenkins.

Therefore, when he opened the door and entered, Cesare had to bow his head slightly.

So, the reaction was a step late.

He reflexively hugged his wife as she jumped towards him.

When he held Medea tightly with his bandaged arms so that she wouldn't shake, a tingling pain hit his whole body.

"...Dea?"

However, such pain was not a problem at all.

"Does it hurt? Is it hard? Where is it?"

"You, huh..."

Medea was crying with her arms around his neck.

The moment he noticed her heavy breath, trembling shoulders, and tears running down her white cheeks, he froze.

He's never seen her, who has always been calm and calm, cry so out of breath.

The company's sculpted face became serious.

"Dea, explain slowly, where and how do you hurt? I'm going to tell you, what the hell..."

Cesare stayed by her side the whole time.

His eyes stopped slightly, and he just left for a while to find a way to communicate with the outside world.

But what happened in the meantime?

"...I thought it would be."

The moment he narrows his Impressions.

"Everyone, I know I'm going to lose you, I understand."

A sweet voice came out of the suppressed crying.

"I didn't send you like that, but I'm afraid that the last will be, that I will lose you... I, I..."

Without knowing that Cesare had become stupidly stiff.

"Huh, I regretted it... I'll tell you. I want to be by your side, huh, me too, the same feeling... I'm honest, because I can't do it."

Medea muttered urgently, without hesitation.

As if she had to say all the regrets of that moment, she felt while wandering through the snowy mountains.

She seems to be afraid that she will never be given a chance to confide her heart again.

"...Dea, do you know what you're talking about now?"

Cesare gently wrapped his hands around her.

His face looked so cold that he tried not to shake in the sweet rain.

"You have to be careful, because it will be irrevocable."

Cesare knew himself.

Now that he has been waiting for her heart, once he holds her, he will never let her go again. No, he can't.

Even if Medea wants it to be soft.

"..."

However, Cesare's words added tears to Medea's eyes.

She also knew that he was warning now.

He always was. A human who holds whatever he wants in his hands always gives her a step back.

"I avoided it because I was cowardly. I know everything. I know, but I'm afraid... I don't think I'll be able to get better if you betray me. I don't think I can overcome it..."

Medea scraped away even her most petty and selfish sincerity.

Even though she feels ashamed of that selfishness, she only thinks of herself.

"I know I'm cowardly, but I've been using you for my own good..."

His voice was weak, and if he didn't listen, he would miss it, but he took care of everything.

"No way, Dea. I forgot that I was the one who was so hung up on please do that..."

"Making the Emperor change his mind doesn't mean you want to use me."

He paused. This is because he recalled his last memory before leaving her.

In Cesare's arms, Medea was still trembling.

He thought she was happy to come to see him.

"You cunning bastard."

The moment he realized that he was the one who had pushed Medea to such a limit, Cesare distorted his impression.

"...Oh, I did something wrong."

He can imagine how much she must have recalled his rash words while they were apart.

It's pathetic that he's the culprit.

It was like cutting through the heart with a blunt axe.

"My... It was a struggle. I was the cowardly one."

Pressing his lips to her fragile temples, Chesare vented her pale fear.

The arrogant pride, which had never been broken in his life, collapsed silently for the first time in front of Medea.

"I'm afraid you'll leave me, and I'm afraid you'll leave me without hesitation after I ascend the throne."

Medea raised her eyes.

"You can laugh at me for being a jerk. But you know? I... now."

The man who was always imposing was bowing his head in front of her.

"I'm more afraid of you leaving me than not being able to become Emperor."

"..."

Just because he wants his own affection.

"...Oh, you didn't do anything wrong. From start to finish, everything is at my own will."

Affection welled up in her heart.

She couldn't bear her feelings for this man.

Medea unknowingly raised her head and pressed her lips to his jawline.

The man, who was like a mountain at the slightest touch, hardened like a rock.

His golden eyes, as if they were filled with the abyss, stared at Medea alone.

She couldn't tell with her eyes whether he wanted to swallow her or if he was holding back the urge.

Medea put her lips again.

"I want to convey my feelings."

She pressed her lips against each other as if knocking on a closed door. Once, twice...

"Ah...!"

It was a moment when her lips were swallowed.

She thought that the smooth flesh was gently roaming in her mouth, and then he pressed her tongue without a moment to breathe.

Medea's eyes trembled.

She tilted her head unknowingly, and a firm hand wrapped around the back of her head.

The other hand around her waist hugged her even harder. As if they would not allow any more gaps.

It was then that a fire broke out between the two.

He pushed Medea like a gust of wind.

'How...'

Throughout her past life, Medea was confident that she was detached from the work between men and women.

However, even she had never experienced anything like this.

Jason has never been so fierce, tenacious, and kisses like he eats his opponent...

"Dea."

A cracked voice that seemed to scrape the floor interrupted her thoughts.

The heat that had been gathering in the corners of his eyes seemed to spread throughout her body in an instant.

No, it seemed to spread throughout the room.

It quickly became hot, and her stomach was boiling. She was suffocated as if I were in a fire.

Cesare blew her breath intermittently as if he were reading her.

But he never parted his lips.

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