Chapter 102: Losing her mind
Why did his arms feel warm? Tears welled up in her eyes that threatened to fall but she had to stay strong. He was her nemesis and the last thing she should feel in his arms was comfort. She swallowed hard then took a deep breath to calm herself.
She was just drained after last night, but she still knew her goal was not to die, and the only way was to escape the plot. Last night’s incident was a reality check on her; she just needed to strategize because she was going to escape this plot no matter what.
"Cedric," she muttered, and his hold tightened; the room was vacated to give them some privacy. He didn’t say anything, and all she felt was his calm heartbeat.
It was rhythmic and very peaceful. "Is something the issue?" Abrielle asked; she needed to leave his embrace, or she would not be able to part with the comfort it gave her.
Cedric released a long breath that had a ticklish effect on her. "I should be the one asking you that question. What is bothering you? A problem shared is a problem half solved, and I am your husband. You should be able to share your worries with me." His words were tender and her heart quivered. Why was he acting tender? He was a tyrant, he should act as such.
"Nothing is bothering me. I am just tired and overwhelmed, you should focus on your given task and don’t mind me. I will be fine." She answered. She still went ahead to lie to him.
"How can I focus on any other thing when you are like this? It is my duty as your husband to take care of you. Please tell me what it is that gives you nightmares."
Sandalwood mixed with vanilla and a dash of cinnamon was what he smelled like. It was her forbidden paradise, why was he doing this to her? He should ignore her completely so that she could hate him but yet a part of her secretly wished his gaze was on her.
Cedric leaned down resting his head on her hair. "What gives me nightmares is not what you can fix? Cedric, I am fine. You are just overthinking things." She answered, refusing to open up. He didn’t know why it felt so important to him that she opened up about her feelings.
Maybe it was the vague thought that had been in a corner of his mind about being at each other’s home. He knew, for some unknown reason, he was her biggest nightmare. He spun her around pushing her closer to the table.
Her clear blue eyes met with his gold eyes with intense emotion. She raised her hand to put it in front of her chest; her heart could not stand that gaze. She tried to look away, but he didn’t let her.
Her eyes were scared but she wasn’t scared of him but herself. She was scared of Abrielle as the fear slowly made its way to her heart. She was Abrielle, a love-obsessed wife; she didn’t want to fall in love with him.