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He intently looked in the eyes of Eileen.
She asked to embrace her, but Eileen already was in the embraces of Cesare.
Means, the reason was in another, and Cesare, it seemed, doubted whether was he right in his guesses.
To confirm his thoughts, Eileen reached to his uniform.
With trembling fingers she caught a firm button and cautiously unfastened it.
Red eyes intently followed behind each her movement.
When she unfastened the third button, her hand was sharply grabbed.
"In such there is no necessity.
I and without this all will explain."
His voice sounded as a reproach, and Cesare moved Eileen a step back.
Then, fastening the unfastened buttons, quietly added:
"Lucio Gaetani sympathized to you yet from the times of the university.
Not that so that his feelings were pure, he permitted to himself quite dirty stunts."
Eileen knew that he observed behind her study.
For she always was under the protection of Cesare.
But she and to imagine couldn't that he knows such minute details—that someone felt to her feelings and how exactly this was manifested.
Eileen herself nothing noticed and learned about this only now.
"For example, he desecrated things which he gathered to gift to you."
From these icy words the lips of Eileen of themselves were parted.
She clearly heard each word, but the sense in no way reached to consciousness.
Cesare, distinctly seeing her flustered face, continued:
"On this time he plotted to commit a heinousness in your laboratory.
By the order of Duke Parbelini he tried to steal research materials."
"Lucio-sunbae..."
The heart of Eileen painfully squeezed from the coarse words, and she whispered, paling:
"I... didn't know..."
"Of course."
Cesare grabbed Eileen by the cheek, not giving she to take away gaze, and intently looked in her scared eyes.
"I myself wanted so that you didn't know."
The head was spinning.
Eileen finally understood why Cesare nothing to her told.
He considered this a dirty business, unworthy her attention.
As always, he preferred to settle with the problem himself, having left Eileen in ignorance so that she lived in a clean, safe world.
In the world which he for her created.
"Eileen."
A quiet voice forced she to wake up.
Cesare slowly set set about to speak, looking in her all still flustered eyes.
"I will not tell you all."
In his red eyes was reflected only Eileen.
She looked at her reflection—as-if flooded with blood.
"But I promise: now I will relate to you otherwise."
He, of course, as-before will hide from her that which considers necessary. and unlikely will permit Eileen to go behind the borders of the outlined by him circle.
But now he although will report what threats were lying in wait for her behind this circle.
A small, but significant step forward.
Eileen trembled with lips.
"I after after all... nothing know. and in this time scarcely didn't judge you, Cesare-nim."
She for a moment doubted, not he really ordered to shoot the innocent Lucio.
The thought flashed and here same disappeared, but the mud already touched her consciousness.
"Ordinary people I usually don't kill." Cesare answered thus as-if read her thoughts.
"Then...
Lucio-sunbae..."
"Eileen." The corner of his lips trembled in a crooked smike.
"If you will continue to remember about him... in me will appear bad thoughts.
For example, that my wife felt to him some kind of feelings."
He slightly squeezed her face, and the lips of Eileen were stretched forward.
Playing, but with a cold intonation, he added:
"For example, that my wife felt to him some kind of feelings."
Eileen's eyes were rounded.
He all decisively mixed up!
She wanted to counter, but Cesare preceded her:
"I know.
This is impossible."
In his words sounded confidence: Eileen looks only at him.
Cesare already knew the truth—she never will dare to hold in heart someone else.
"But to me all same unpleasant." He let go her face and here same changed the theme.
"You received the gift?
I took it from Duke Parbelini."
Unexpectedly for herself Eileen grabbed him by the hand.
Cesare silently looked at she, then shortly asked:
"Want?"
Eileen didn't immediately answer.
The request to embrace her was born from anxiety.
She gathered courage to ask, desiring confirmation of his feelings.
But he coldly refused, having said that in this there is no necessity.
Cesare didn't want her.
*‘All this time this was his duty?’*
The more she thought, the more obvious it became: their intimate relations, most likely, were for him only a duty.
She heard that newlyweds are occupied with this almost through each day, but in them with Cesare this happened rarely.
More over, he often sharply broke off the process on the very interesting place, refusing Eileen even if she asked to continue.
*‘Again I lead myself out of place.’*
and now he, probably, wanted to embrace her only from a feeling of duty.
Having realized this, Eileen slowly shook head.
"No...
Pardon, you, probably, are busy."
To her passionately was wanted to open the rear door and run away into the forest.
Even if it seemed gloomy and frightening, now this was better than standing here.
From shame she couldn't lift eyes.
Before as the shame forced she to throw herself into the forest thickets, better it was simply to sooner return to the residence.
The thirst to hide where anywhere forced she to retreat by a step.
"Thank you that you told.
Then I... will go home."
But on each step of Eileen back Cesare made a step forward.
She retreated again and again, but he relentlessly followed after she, as-if a predator driving the prey.
In the end her back was supported in the wall.
Jammed between the wall and Cesare, Eileen flustered-ly looked at him and muttered an unfinished phrase:
"I... will go..."
"Eileen."
"Y-yes?"
The voice trembled.
Eileen trembled as a driven mouse.
Cesare was supported by a hand in the wall and tilted.
A dark shadow completely covered Eileen.
He, as-if locking she, by a click unfastened the top button of the uniform.
Then, one by one, the rest, having exposed the shirt.
His voice sounded calmly.
"You after all started me to undress.
Where this you gathered?"
Strictly speaking, undressed him she, and now Cesare did this himself.
But to discuss details was no time.
"Well...
I... home."
"Why?"
"To me it's necessary to do...
Ah!"
While Eileen, stuttering, enumerated affairs, Cesare without ceremonies pulled for her dress.
The sound of tearing fabric was distributed.
Scared Eileen widely opened eyes.
The gaze of Cesare, although and with a light smike, was dangerous.
Eyes, as-if distorted by some kind of blackness.
While she thought in what was guilty, the top of the dress was lightning-ly torn away.
Having been left in one lingerie under the daylight, Eileen hurriedly covered herself with hands.
Widely opening eyes, she looked at Cesare.
That one let go one hand, pulled her left palm to his lips.
"After the conversation about Lucio-sunbae you want to run home?"
"No, I not..."
Not having managed to answer, he bit with teeth into her ring finger.
Chewing the skin sufficiently strongly so that it was painful, he left clear marks of teeth straight over the wedding ring.
"Don't go away."
Long licking the finger, he then kissed the indentation in the center of the palm.
Long eyelashes covered narrow eyes.
Looking at she from below up, he hoarsely whispered:
"You must remain with the husband."