THE VILLAIN'S LOVE GROWS FOR HIM.

SPECIAL CHAPTER. A CERTAIN DAY.

Well.....i am struggling a bit writing the next chapter but its been sometime since my last update so here is a special chapter featuring the semes of this story in particular.
Sometimes i really want to write down extra chapters other than the main plot. So here! I wrote it.
Hope you enjoy.

A figure was standing in a dark room. The candle, which was the only source of light lit up the drak room, highlighting the figure.
It was a man.
A fine man with high eyebrows and handsome features. His eyes were fixated on the table. On it was a special book with a certain illustration. As his fingers flipped the pages one by one his blue eyes glimmered with a beastly shine.
His lips moved as if to mutter to himself while he examined each and every page very carefully.
The good stuff on the table that he was reading was the most popular thing in the current market. Its popularity skyrocketed since its first release. It just happened so when he was passing by the market while thinking of the most difficult thing he had encountered in his entire life, his golden pot to a blissful dream of living and cultivating everyday, he had stumbled across this good stuff by accident.
Af first he was not expecting much. But after checking a volume of it he ended up buying all the volumes of the same book.
Many years ago.....he never thought he would ever do something like this ever in his life.
Turns out life was unpredictable; full of surprises and twists.
He was so engrossed in reading that he lost track of time until the sun rays hit the window nearby. He rose from his chair and left through the door to prepare.

It had been a long time since he saw him the last time.

That ungrateful boy, instead of fulfilling his wifely duties to him he had jump into the enemy's lair, infiltrating on his own, without consulting him or anyone. Once his mind was made up there was no stopping him. Even if God was to appear before him in an attempt to stop him, that bewitching boy would probably not stop anyway. He was ruled by his own choices so every then and while he would slip far away from him, like someone unattainable, running around in freedom like the formless wind.

HE WANTED HIM. WANTING HIM.

As soon as he left through the mighty gate that rejected almost everyone his feet stopped. Motionless he stood there.
His breathing became haggard. His eyes became foggy, and before he could comprehend his body had  moved faster than his mind. Dashing forward his hands took a hold of that person's waist, locking them around him as he pulled him into a tight embrace.
This damn wife of his, quite bold, unruly and dangerous, was always busy running around to satiate his personal matters, abandoning his husband and his wifely duties to him.
Damn this boy!
Despite thinking this, his shoulders were trembling as he hugged the person in his arms more tightly.

"You are already like this without me being here for a few weeks." His wife chuckled.

Through his shivering lips he replied. "Three weeks and two days. You were gone for twenty three days." Pulling himself apart to face the eyes of his wife he added. "I missed you......so much.....that i thought i would die if you have been late for a day more...."

"I missed you too....zarad....." Hitomu replied with a warm smile.

Zarad bent over and kissed him on the lips. This lips belonged to him. So he was reclaiming and marking them. Just as he was about to insert his tongue as the other person was beginning to respond a cough interrupted them.

"Ahe....ahemmmm.....excuse us.....we are also here. So please don't forget us. Kindly.....dear childhood friend.....?"
Coughs followed Revard's words.

Zarad glared at him and the others behind him.

Met with his cold gaze that was shouting them to leave the weaker ones readily left.
Even the beautiful person was not an exception. Revard sighed as he saw them walk away.