Vyschella saw the relationship between her husband and Alexa was so intimate that it made her feel useless. With great difficulty, she tried to stand while holding on to a solid wall. Because the condition of the body is so weak, it makes so difficult to stand.
Kleiner took Vyschella's hand and helped her up. He saw fresh blood flowing from his wife's forehead.
"Get your dirty hands off me!" Kleiner snapped at Alexa, who was still clinging to him.
Alexa's face turned deathly pale. She also obeyed Kleiner's request to remove her hand from the body of the man, who was actually her adopted brother. She said, "Where have you been, Bro? Why did you let this bitch sleep in your room?"
Kleiner ignored his adopted sister's question. His left hand held Vyschella's hip, while his right hand grabbed his wife's right hand.
"Go away!" Kleiner shooed away of Alexa, who still hadn't moved from his side. "Go well, or I'll throw you out?!"
"Bro, you haven't answered my question!" Alexa shouted while looking at Vyschella with a scornful look.
Kleiner carried the frail Vyschella onto their bed. "Are you okay? How are you feeling?"
"I-I ...." Vyschella glanced at Alexa, who was also staring at her intently. "My head hurts."
'What the hell's this rotten woman!' Alexa shouted in her heart. She felt judged by Vyschella's answer just now.
Kleiner looked at Alexa sharply and asked, "What have you done to Cyra?"
Alexa was nervous about getting a glare from Kleiner. She also said, "Why are you lying, Cyra? Just falling like that can't possibly hurt you badly!"
"What did you say?!" shouted Kleiner as he turned his back on Alexa, who was following him and Vyschella. "You said just fell?! With injuries this bad?!"
'Damn it! Just because of this asshole, you're angry with me?' Again, Alexa cursed Vyschella in her heart.
Kleiner got up from Vyschella's side and grabbed Alexa's left hand. Kleiner forced Alexa to leave his room. He exclaimed, "Come on, follow me!"
Now, Kleiner and Alexa were outside the main room without Vyschella, and no one saw what Kleiner was going to do to Alexa.
Bam!
Kleiner pushed Alexa up against the wall violently.
"I don't like being rude to girls, but somehow you make me want to do that!" Kleiner shouted. Like it or not, he had to give manners lessons to his adopted sister.
Alexa's face reddened. She was terrified to see Kleiner. However, it seemed it was too late.
"I-I ... I don't understand, why you're so angry with me?! Even though, I purposely came back to this mansion to congratulate you on marriage," said Alexa, trying to convince Kleiner, who was still furious.
"Bullshit! Just keep that useless excuse to yourself!" said Kleiner. He walked away, leaving Alexa, who was holding back the tears that were about to fall.
"Wait, Kley!" Alexa took Kleiner's hand and restrained the man's steps to stay with her. "I mean it. I apologize!"
"You've disappointed me, Alexa. You've lived alone in France for so many years, have you forgotten the manners in this mansion?" Kleiner waited for the answer of his question, but Alexa not answered either.
"Well, go back to your mansion! Don't ever come to my mansion again and try to provoke my wife!" threatened Kleiner. "Or you'll suffer the consequences!"
Kleiner let go of the woman's hand that had injured Vyschella. He was disappointed at Alexa's childish behavior. He also said, "You're my sister and that fact will never change. Remember that, Alexa!"
Kleiner closed his bedroom door violently. The man with a cold heart like a snow mountain stepped to examine the wound on Vyschella's forehead.
"You're always worry me, little girl."
He gently stroked his wife's cheek, and then went to take the medicine box, which was located right above the sink.
**
After Kleiner treated the wound on his wife's forehead, he fell asleep beside Vyschella, sitting on the chair beside the bed. His hand gripped Vyschella's hand tightly and, still with his eyes closed, he spoke in his sleep.
"Don't! Don't go!" Kleiner shouted, gripping Vyschella's hand tighter until she woke up.
"Humph?" Vyschella muttered. She slowly opened her eyes and looked around to find the source of the sound that made her flinch.
Sweat dripped down the forehead of the sleeping Kleiner. His brows furrowed, and his brows almost knit together, as if the man were thinking about something or someone. Vyschella woke up, and her right hand gently wiped the sweat on Kleiner's forehead, while her left hand gently stroked the man's cheek while trying to wake him up.
"Kley, wake up! Get a proper sleep in bed!" cried Vyschella worriedly. "Did you have a bad dream?"
"Don't go! You'll always be my bride and I promise to marry you when we grow up," Kleiner said in his dream. "You're more beautiful than the flowers in this garden."
Vyschella tried not to respond to Kleiner's rambling. She kept trying to wake her husband.
"Kley, wake up! Come on, wake up!" cried Vyschella over and over, but the icy man remained asleep. "Who was in your dream, Kley? Did she mean so much to you? Was that Cyra?"
For a moment, Vyschella thought that she couldn't possibly reach her husband's heart and mind. She couldn't possibly make the arrogant man love her and accept her presence in the midst of the love bond between Kleiner and Villearisa, even though she knew that her sibling never loved Kleiner at all.
"How beautiful is the figure of a woman created by God that I'll marry one day," Kleiner chuckled in admiration. "Magnificent!" cried Kleiner without opening his eyes.
Nothing can change the destiny that has been written in the book of the Lord of the worlds. The twenty-one-year-old woman named Vyschella Ciara Demougust could only grieve. Which wife has a strong heart when hears her husband calling the name of another woman he will marry in his sleep?
However, the written agreement remained until Vyschella managed to give birth to as many children from Kleiner as the rich family wanted.
"Huh," Vyschella sighed. Her breath was heavy, and she didn't know what to do, let alone face her husband. Vyschella wanted to get up from her spot, but what could be done, Kleiner was still holding her hand tightly as if she would rather not let go again.
"Kley, open your eyes! It's ok. Everything's gonna be alright," said Vyschella while tightly hugging Kleiner and bringing the man in peace.
"What scares you, Kley? You've nothing to fear since you are Kleiner Rutherford Stonevrustarios, right?"
Words of encouragement just came out of Vyschella's tiny mouth. She didn't know what she was doing, but she guessed that Kleiner needed help to keep her husband from having bad dreams and talking. She also fell asleep while holding her husband's body.