Interstellar: Conquering Crazy Commanders with Food

Chapter 144 I am your master, and it can also be your husband
She couldn't understand it, she never understood it.

Cassius' breath was caught in her blonde hair, along with the cold, no-joke statement.

"If I die in battle, then I will give you your freedom."

Claire looked at the ceiling above her head, and when she heard the sound of water dripping from the bathroom, she suddenly understood something.

He has been preparing for a certain war, and has made the determination to die.

And only when he dies can she truly be free, otherwise she can only survive in his limited captivity
She didn't want to go on like this anymore, Claire sat up awkwardly on the bed, wrapped herself in the quilt, "Will I go back to my previous life?"

Cassius walked out of the bathroom, got into bed on the other side, and answered calmly: "No."

Claire's heart trembled, "I won't run away anymore, don't follow those who have already left, okay?"

"Claire." Cassius turned his face sideways, with helpless emotions emerging on his cold face, "Don't negotiate terms with me, you just need to give me a reason to give up."

Claire froze.

This means that if she asks him for a suitable reason, she will be satisfied?

She stared at the delicate face hidden in the darkness for so long that Cassius frowned uncomfortably. He folded his hands on the quilt, closed his eyes and said softly, "Go to sleep."

Claire came back to her senses, thought for a while and said, "I want them to be free, and that's the reason."

After speaking, she lay down next to him again, with her back turned to him and completely wrapped her body in the quilt.

This posture didn't last for a few minutes, and a warm and firm chest was pressed against his back, as well as his faint response.

"it is good."

Cassius's hand on the quilt held her in his arms. They always slept like this before, and they returned to this embrace again. Claire didn't feel uncomfortable at all. She stared at the wall in the bedroom and soon became sleepy. Eyelids closed slowly.

She thought that Cassius would be angry and punished after she was caught and returned, but he did nothing, just like he had already discovered their plan and could wipe out everyone in advance, he did nothing, even Finally, because of her pleading, he agreed to let them go.

He doesn't seem to care about the fate of the females, it's never critical that they go or stay.
The important thing is her.
Waking up from sleep, this sentence has been lingering in Claire's mind.

She leaned against the head of the bed alone, and it made her feel ridiculous to have this sentence in her heart.

But is there another reason?Because of her pleading, Cassius gave up finding all the females, so the purpose of his army was only for her.

Of course, she's not quite sure if he sent another person to track him behind her back, she thought he wouldn't be so despicable.

The door of the lounge was opened, and Claire immediately wrapped the quilt to look towards the door.

It was Jones with breakfast.

"The commander asked me to bring you some food." He placed the tray on the small table against the wall.

Claire jumped out of bed and threw him a warm hug. "How are you, Jones? How is Martina? How's Elsa?"

Her enthusiasm made Jones smile, and hugged her tenderly, "Martina is fine, Elsa is dead, Claire, there is no other obstacle between you and the commander, you can go home. "

"died?"

Claire let go of him with a look of surprise, "When?"

"On the day you left." Jones said with a smile: "She was too stupid, thinking that after you left, she only needed to take off your clothes to show her loyalty and she could replace you. Unexpectedly, she angered the commander instead."

"She is indeed hopelessly stupid, but I feel sorry for her sister." Claire sighed helplessly, never thinking that Elsa would kill herself just after she left for a day.

"Claire, you treat her as your substitute. This is an insult to the commander. Don't do it again next time." Jones, who had a handsome face, looked serious at this moment.

Claire forgot to ask Cassius for confirmation yesterday, but she remembered it this morning.

"Who is Cassius' wife?" She still remembered those two sentences on Martina's social account.

"Of course it's you." Jones replied quickly without any hesitation, "Who else do you think?"

"I don't know, it's Miss Duda or who it is, I never thought about myself." Claire turned around and went to the table to pick up the milk glass, confused, "It's impossible, isn't it? Why did he give up the nobility? and power leave me alone."

"I just realized it not too long ago." Cassius stood by the door at some point, with his hands folded in his pockets, and his posture was rare and casual, "So you think that I want to marry someone else, and this is part of the reason why you want to run away from me? "

Claire turned to face him again, the milk in the cup almost swayed out, she squeezed the cup tightly to hide her panic, "It's sort of."

Her attitude made Cassius visibly happy, and the coldness that shrouded his face dispelled a bit.

He walked slowly into the lounge, and Jones sensibly withdrew.

"Before you, I really never thought about marrying a wife." Cassius stood still in front of her, covering her in the shadow cast by his body.

"Until I realized that you were going to run away, I changed my mind." He pinched her chin, rubbing his thumb lightly on her fair and healthy cheek.

"I don't like to make things difficult for others, so I thought about how to make you stay willingly." He slowly leaned over and approached her, his tone was as soft as a goose's feather, and his gentleness was outrageous, "Then I thought about it."

That is to become his wife. She has repeatedly made unreasonable demands in front of him that have been rejected.

After reacting, Claire opened her mouth slightly, "Did you do this because you got used to my body, or did you fall in love with me?"

His lips were almost touching hers, and the fingers stroking her cheeks slowly moved down to her chest, "I want what you want to give me."

"I am your ruler, and I can also be your husband."

Claire was silent for a moment before saying, "Do I have the right to refuse?"

"No." Cassius' tone turned cold for an instant, "You want to refuse?"

"Are you an absolute dictator?" Claire stared at him, raised her voice and protested: "I said equality, do you understand what equality is? What does it mean to be my master and my husband? If marriage doesn't Change the relationship between us, then I don't want this!"

The originally somewhat ambiguous atmosphere instantly fell to freezing point.

Cassius frowned deeply, and his black eyes were clouded with doubt.

He was probably used to dominating other people's lives, and he didn't realize how big a problem his own words had.

(End of this chapter)