Chapter 222: Cowards use such methods
Alora’s breath hitched, her lungs aching for the oxygen that had been denied a moment earlier. Magnus, however, was unyielding, his eyes smoldering with an intensity that was both thrilling and terrifying.
She shifted uneasily, her leg sliding upwards in a subconscious attempt to alleviate the tension that was building within her.
"I was merely jesting, Magnus. Surely, you know that" Alora managed to utter, her voice barely more than a whisper, "Please, release my hands."
Without a moment’s hesitation, Magnus relinquished his hold on her hands. Yet, his touch did not entirely leave her. Instead, it migrated to cradle the delicate curve of her neck, a gesture that was both protective and possessive.
"Allow Venus to face her own challenges. I understand that as her sister, it distresses you, but you cannot always be at her side. Each individual must confront their own battles. I am confident that Venus would desire the same," Magnus articulated, his words laced with wisdom and a hint of sternness.
"Hmm. I understand," Alora answered. She felt the brush of his fingers on the temple of her forehead.
"Don’t ever say that. Not even in jest. I find it unbearable," he confessed. Alora nodded in understanding, her eyes meeting his.
"I never intended to do that. Forgive me," she offered in an apology.
He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed the back of it. "I can’t bear the thought of you not liking me," Magnus murmured.