I Hate That Jerk of a Spouse - Chapter 12

It is unclear who started it first; only when you have nothing left can you accept

Carlos stood on the balcony, gazing out toward the courtyard where Leslie was. The faint aroma of barbecue drifted over, making his mouth water.

The bud-shaped garden lamps cast a warm yellow glow, gently enveloping the figures below and rimming their edges with a soft, fuzzy light.

Carlos felt genuinely happy.

Ingvar stood not far behind him, maintaining a distance while watching his Xiongzhǔ (male master) with focused attention.

An S-grade female bug’s keen senses were enough for him to perceive every minute expression on Carlos’s face: the slight twitching of his nostrils, the relaxation of his muscles, and the upward curl of his lips.

He swallowed the words that had come to his lips. This time, he did not rashly interrupt or ruin the mood by pointing out that Carlos could not eat such food.

A bird locked in a cage will gradually lose its vitality, even if it is carefully fed every day.

Casper’s actions in the distance were also fully within his sight. Ingvar lowered his eyelids, his pitch-black lashes concealing the complex emotions in his deep purple pupils.

Perhaps he should also learn a trade. A trade distinct from the skills of servitude.

The conversation with Ingvar during the day surfaced in his mind. Casper subconsciously constricted his throat and pursed his lips tight, forcibly shifting his gaze away from that moist, soft curve.

He seriously suspected that Ingvar’s words were poisonous and had corroded his brain.

Otherwise, why would he focus on such a strange detail, actually perceiving a different meaning from a simple, ordinary movement?

That was truly excessive.

Casper strongly condemned himself internally.

Then, he quickly turned his head to eat that piece of barbecue that had been honorably selected, swallowing it whole.

Leslie leaned close to him, his curved brows and eyes overflowing with joy. “Is it good? I love it so much.”

Casper did not dare turn his gaze in that direction at all. He stared unblinkingly at the charcoal grill and nodded faintly. “It is good.”

…In truth, he had eaten it too quickly and had not tasted it at all.

But since Leslie said it was good, his cooking skills must not have regressed.

Fortunately, he had experience and muscle memory; otherwise, if he had suddenly tried this after so long and it had been a disaster, it would have been a catastrophe.

The two bugs fed each other one bite at a time; neither felt it was strange.

The sunset finally faded, and the dark sky was inlaid with scattered stars and a waning crescent moon. A tranquil blackness enveloped half the planet, and the distant stars watched silently. The lovers, bathed in warm light under the bud lamps, remained undisturbed.

They enjoyed it silently and secretly.

It was unclear who started it first.

When their pheromones leaked out in abundance, neither was spared, and both sank into the depths.

Leslie loved those eyes.

The rich emerald green was the color of overflowing vitality and hope.

Leslie’s slender, glowing white fingers combed through the frost-blue hair, pushing it all back. His fingers buried deep into the hair, gently grabbing the roots and forcing him to lift his head.

Specks of light fell into the verdant pupils, like emeralds meticulously cut to refract dazzling brilliance. In an instant, Leslie was entranced.

A kiss landed on the corner of his eye.

The vibration of the vocal cords was transmitted through their touching skin, inducing a tingly numbness.

“So beautiful.”

Unlike the warmth and passion in that room, the villa not far away was bleak and desolate.

Ingvar had just finished contacting his subordinates in the Capital Planet, finalizing the deployment for the hunt. The cold light source cast a layer of thin frost on his pitch-black hair, blocked by his lashes, failing to enter his eyes in the slightest.

After sitting silently for a long time, Ingvar walked out of the villa soundlessly, standing in the darkness, gazing from afar at a window without light.

His thin, sharp wings unfolded silently, and his pale skin settled on the raw wood railing. The bluish-purple veins pulsed slightly, slow but powerful.

Only the stirred-up wind knew that someone had waited outside Carlos’s window.

He remained silent all night, only to leave quietly before dawn.

The silver-white mental threads lingered outside the mental realm for a long time, ultimately returning empty-handed.

Leslie propped his head with one hand, lowering his lashes to watch Casper’s sleeping face. His nerves, stretched to the extreme, finally relaxed under the nourishment of the pheromones. He slept very soundly. It was not because of fatigue, but because he was finally at ease.

After a small probe, feeling resistance, Leslie stopped trying.

He was shut out once again.

There was no look of surprise on his half-lidded golden eyes, only with anticipation, the disappointment was hard to hide.

The plans in his mind flashed by one by one, only to be discarded with red crosses.

Leslie had never felt this conflicted, not even when being tested on his studies by his Cifu (female father).

He could not afford to be this cautious; his margin for error with Casper was too low, and he could not bear the consequences of failure.

He did not want to see that heartbreaking emotion in those beautiful eyes again.

Looking at the terminal he had taken out from his space ring, Leslie pursed his lips. After fumbling with it for a long time, he put it back into the space ring.

It would be useless even if he gave it to Casper. The news on the StarNet right now would only make him sad, and the greetings from other colleagues and adjutants would only add to the awkwardness.

They only had this one honeymoon opportunity; it was better not to let those troublesome matters appear before them.

Gently pressing a kiss to his brow, Leslie curled into Casper’s embrace. Finding a comfortable position, he gradually drifted into a deep sleep.

The fast-asleep female bug subconsciously tightened his arms, firmly locking the bug in his embrace.

This was the most relaxed vacation Casper had ever had. This time, he did not spend his time in the training room, nor did he sit silently in his mecha contemplating combat.

He saw a broader world and noticed things he had never paid attention to before.

When Leslie pointed at the IC1805 nebula outside the shuttle window and called to him, it was the first time he felt that the structure composed of thin gases and dust also possessed beauty.

The halo of light from outside the window reflected on the male bug’s glowing white face, and those golden eyes, overflowing with starlight, gazed steadily at him, reflecting only the figure of one bug.

From many years ago, it had always been like this.

That gaze, after many years, had never changed.

Just like the moment they first met, every time it left a mark on his heart. To this day, the mark had been deeply carved into his flesh; only by cutting out his heart could it be removed.

He was captured by that gaze, and beneath the overwhelming web, there was nowhere to escape.

Only when he had lost everything today did Casper finally let go of all the persistence of these years, lowering that arrogant head to welcome the gaze that had remained unchanged for years.

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