Chapter 20
LUCIAN’S POV.
“Why?” I asked, wanting to know the reason she would do something like that.
Why would she want to hurt herself?
“You were mad at me. You wouldn’t talk to me. Her hands tightened around me as her croaked voice reached.
I didn’t understand her logic at all.
my ears.
Yes. I was mad at her–for going to see that moron Vaughn. But I was more mad at myself… for hurting her, for letting my anger get the best of me.
I couldn’t face her, and that was why I ignored her. I never expected her next line of action would be.. drowning herself.
I was confused. She confused me. Normally, she’d pull stunts like this because she wanted to go see Vaughn. But now… now she was doing it because I refused to see her?
She had been different since the night of the engagement, but honestly, I didn’t buy it. Someone couldn’t just change this much overnight.
I gently unwrapped her arms from around me, ignoring her little protest, and turned to face her.
“How’s your neck?” I asked, my eyes flickering to the spot where I had grabbed her earlier.
Her face scrunched–adorably–in confusion before realization dawned.
“You didn’t hurt me, Lucian. I promise.” Her tone was reassuring. But I didn’t buy it.
Liar
“It wasn’t my intention to hurt you.” I didn’t intend my voice to sound so cold, but I was a man who only knew how to show two emotions clearly–coldness and anger.
“You didn’t.” She insisted, her eyes pleading as they searched my face, “Lucian, look at me. Please.”
She stood on her toes just so she could cup my face, the sight almost comical. Her small hands were warm against my jaw, i comforting
“You didn’t hurt me. I swear
My eyes scanned her face, searching for the slightest sign of deception.. but surprisingly, there was none.
What was going on?
What trick was she playing?
Or was I suddenly living in an alternate universe!
was
Before I could say anything, Maya walked into the open doors of my room with a tray containing a plate of hot soup in her hand.
“Place it over there.” I instructed, taking a step back from Alina.
Alina’s face dropped slightly at the movement.
“Would you be needing anything else, Master Blackwood?” Maya–ever the professional–asked.
“You can retire to bed, Maya Close the door behind you.” I told her.
“Good night, Mr. and Mrs. Blackwood.” She bid us softly, before leaving
caught Alina trying not to smile, though her lips did so anyway.
Am I hallucinating!
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6:20 AM
Chapter 20
—even though we
Because the Alina I knew hated being referred to as my fiancée.. yet here she was smiling at being called my wife- weren’t married yet
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“Sit down” I ordered, pointing at the sofa before moving to sit opposite her. I picked up the bowl of soup and began to spoon feed her “Open”
She opened her mouth obediently. A first.
“Good girl.”
I continued feeding her in silence until the bowl was empty. I then handed her a glass of warm water and stood, moving to a different comer of the room–creating distance between us.
She frowned.
“I’ll have a doctor come check on you tomorrow.” I told her.
“I won’t let any doctor see me unless you stop running away from me and give me a chance to explain.” She said stubbornly.
“I am not running away,” I said sharply, glaring.
Avas I
“Oh yeah?” She asked sarcastically, moving toward me.
Subconsciously, I took a few steps back.
“See!” She exclaimed, frustrated, tears filling her eyes.
Oh
I wasn’t avoiding her due to anger. No. The truth was far worse.
I didn’t trust myself to keep my hands away from her when she was this close. Her scent was driving me crazy, and all I wanted to do was push her against the wall and kiss the living daylight out of her
But I didn’t want her to hate me.
“Don’t cry.” I pleaded softly, not moving towards her.
For
some reason, I couldn’t stand the sight of her in tears. It pulled at something deep inside me.
“Then give me a chance to explain,” she whispered, her tone filled with raw emotion as she approached me once again.
This time, I stayed rooted in place.
“Alright then,” I said, voice low. “Explain.”
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