Chapter 172: He doesn’t love her
The hallway was empty; only two figures could be seen: a tall masculine figure and a petty girl. The soft light from the candle lighted the halls spreading its soft golden lights.
The night had gotten deep already and only a few still roamed the temple at this hour. "You didn’t have to fight him. What if he had killed you?" Abrielle stated the facts, unable to understand his foolishness. She knew he wasn’t telling her everything.
"I am glad you care if I live or not. It gives me a sense of comfort, " he chimed with a teasing smile.
Abrielle rolled her eyes at him, "Cedric killing you would ruin my already bad reputation. Don’t get ahead of yourself." She sneered at him, crossing her arms under her bosom. She could not believe that she actually felt sorry for him earlier.
Alfonso smiled, taking a step forward, which made Abrielle step back, nervous of him. This continued for a few steps until he had her back against the wall, caging her. "What are you doing?" She asked, her eyes glaring at him as she shrank back to the wall. He was intimidating.
"Just checking if you are telling the truth," Alfonso said leaning forward. Abrielle held her breath as she sank into confusion. "Please stop, this isn’t appropriate." She warned him, still glaring.
"Your glare is cute; staying like this really gives me the urge to kiss you." Alfonso brazenly said to her, his gaze filled with lust that disgusted her to the gut. Her face twisted up; she had an irresistible urge to slap him across his face, which she did.
Alfonso saw through her and caught her hand. "I always knew you were the feisty type. It makes me more intrigued and jealous of him." He said in a seductive low voice placing a kiss on her hand that made her feel more awkward.
"Alfonso, what are you doing?" A feminine voice gasped from behind them, followed by fast-approaching footsteps. The woman was obviously on her heels running in their direction.