Chapter 0221-Shut Up Dragon I Don’t Want to Have Kids With You Anymore

Leon: “Why don’t you scream?”

LOSWITHER: “No screaming means no screaming!”

It’s just a shame that the next page inside the journal reads:

“October 16th, 3:00 a.m. I called it.”

“Remarks: Called seven times.”

Slap–

Once again, Loseweather closed her diary.

Sure enough, still no eyes.

Judging by the contents of these journals, she thought, perhaps they could no longer be called “journals”, but rather “The Passion of the Queen” or “The Little Book of Vengeance”.

It was not her intention to write down these humiliations and black history, but in order to spur herself on to take even more inhumane revenge on Leon in the future, she had no choice but to record the ordeal she had suffered in writing.

It’s pressure and it’s motivation.

Silver eyes stared at the cover of the journal as the Queen’s mind moved slightly.

She had to do something about it.

Really do something.

Otherwise, if she keeps this up, her stress level will explode, her body will collapse, her family status will go straight down the drain, and she will never be able to turn her life around.

With that thought, the corner of Roseweather’s eye fell on an envelope in a drawer.

She put down the diary and pulled the envelope out of the drawer.

There was no addressee or sender on it, and all it contained was a thin sheet of letter paper, not at all as thick as it should have been to report a safe journey after two years without a word–

It was the letter he had left for Leon when she had first gone to meet Tag.

The Master said that as soon as Leon reads the contents of the letter, he will know that we are alive and safe.

So Loseweather is now going to use the Master’s message as a bargaining chip in exchange for those photo backups in Leon’s possession.

It had been almost a month since she had returned from there, and Lois Visser had thought to use this seal on pinning Leon down later, but in the current situation, she could only offer this move ahead of time.

Anyway, it’s more important to pull the situation back first than anything else.

As for holding Leon, she had other methods at her disposal, and not just this one.

Loseweather pursed her lips, put the letter back in the drawer, and locked it.

Then she stood up, left the study, and went back to the bedroom.

The bed was slightly wrecked, a sign that they had just fought.

Loseweather was just about to straighten up, but thought better of it and simply went straight to a different set of sheets.

After changing, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Tick-tock-

The Clock Behind You