Chapter 6 — Punishment for a Naughty Girl

“Wait!” Leon’s voice rang out loudly, stopping Giselle in her tracks as she turned toward the building entrance.

Giselle turned slowly, a half-smile on her lips. “What is it now, Mr. Leon? But please don’t get angry…”

Leon approached, his face expressionless, but there was something in his eyes. “You’ve dared to kiss my lips twice in one day.”

Giselle swallowed. “I’m sorry, Mr. Leon, I had no choice. Besides, we’re married, so it’s only natural for your little wife to kiss your lips.”

Leon nodded slowly, then without warning lifted Giselle’s body and carried her toward the car.

“HEY!! What the hell is this?! Put me down! I have class! PRACTICAL TRAINING!!” Giselle screamed, pounding Leon’s chest.

Leon ignored her. “Your class can wait until you’ve been punished first.”

Dirly glared from a distance, his jaw clenched. “Damn…” he muttered softly.

Aura looked at him with an amused expression, but also a hint of annoyance. “Jealous?” she teased. Dirly didn’t respond, but the look in his eyes couldn’t hide his discomfort.

Meanwhile, Leon opened the back door of the car, helped Giselle into the seat, then sat beside her. The door closed. The car sped off, leaving the campus grounds.

“I’m serious, Mr. Leon! I have an anatomy lab! If I skip it, I—”

“You can attend class another time. Right now, you need a lesson from me,” Leon cut in coldly, staring ahead.

“WHAT? What lesson? I’m not a child who can be intimidated. Besides, that was just acting. Besides, you enjoyed my kiss earlier.” Giselle grew more talkative.

“SHUT UP, STUPID GIRL!”

“I can’t shut up, Mr. Leon! Tell me, what punishment will you give me?”

Leon glanced back briefly, his expression still calm, but there was a hint of amusement at the corner of his lips. “Calm down. You’ll find out soon enough.”

The car made a sharp turn, then entered an underground tunnel guarded by two large men. The iron gate slowly opened, and the car slid into a dark, cold room resembling a secret bunker.

"...Mr. Leon?" Giselle began to panic. "What is this place? Are you serious about bringing me to your lair?"

Leon didn't respond. When the car stopped, his two henchmen immediately opened the door.

"Take this little girl," Leon ordered.

"What?! Don't touch me! I can walk on my own!" Giselle struggled as the two men forcibly grabbed her.

Their footsteps echoed in the damp stone corridor. Giselle shivered. “You’re crazy! This is kidnapping!”

Leon walked behind them, his hands in his jacket pockets, his face expressionless.

Upon reaching an empty room, Giselle was pushed into an iron chair, then her hands and feet were bound.

“LET ME GO!! YOU MONSTER!! YOU DAMNED DEVIL!!” Giselle screamed, her body struggling violently.

Leon stood in front of her, observing her flushed face and eyes filled with anger.

“Satisfied?” Leon asked casually.

“You... are crazy. CRAZY!! I’ll report you to the police! I’ll—”

“Go ahead,” Leon interrupted softly, approaching slowly. “But remember, you’ve kissed me. Twice. And now your ex-boyfriend knows you’re my wife.”

Giselle turned away. “That was just to stop Dirly from oppressing me anymore.”

Leon lowered his head, his face almost level with Giselle, who was still bound. “Unfortunately, I don’t care about your reasons. But you need to be reminded that not all your actions are free from consequences.”

Giselle bit her lip, holding back her fear, but also her anger.

Leon stood up straight again, then turned to his men. “Leave us.”

As soon as the door closed, Leon slowly approached Giselle.

Giselle stared at him warily. “Don’t come any closer! I’m not afraid of you!”

Leon smiled faintly. “Unfortunately, I actually like it when you resist.”

Giselle’s heart raced, whether from fear or… something else. But she wouldn’t show it.

“Let me go, Mr. Leon. If you’re a real man, don’t use such cowardly methods.”

Leon looked at her for a moment, then leaned against the nearest table, observing the girl as if studying a puzzle he couldn’t solve. He said nothing, but in his heart he knew: this girl, no matter how small her body, always managed to make him lose control.

And perhaps, that was the most frustrating punishment for Giselle.

“My husband, please let me go. I have class in half an hour,” Giselle pleaded sweetly.

“Say that again?”

“My husband, I beg you....”

Leon swallowed hard upon hearing the word “my husband,” which sounded both sweet and seductive.