Chapter 8: Weird Husband
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Arabella felt like she wilted when Ferdinand just stared at her like she was some kind of weird creature.
’Right. Ferdinand was a coldhearted scum. What did I hope for? I got too used to Icarus who at least listens and does what I say. Icarus is a gentleman. They are completely different.’
She reminded herself, she should stop thinking that what works with Icarus may work with the ruthless Ferdinand as well, or else, she might just end up digging her own grave.
Annoyed as she was, she wanted to keep on grumbling more. Her effort to act all cute and pitiful went to waste even when she did her best to do it despite having to step on the pride of her consciousness as a forty-year-old lady.
And then. . .
Flump. Her back suddenly hit the soft bed. Her head was back on her pillow.
’Huh?’
Arabella suddenly found herself pushed down the bed with her hands pinned on either side of her and Ferdinand hovered on top of her.
’Did Ferdinand get angry? He could have just said no. Why would he be so furious about it?’ she blinked rapidly and looked into his eyes.
Ferdinand’s green eyes darkened as they bored into hers. He was staring at her like he was ready to kill her. She prepared herself for what comes next.