Chapter 250: Breakfast at the balcony
The bath was steamy, as he said, but far from relaxing. Cedric knew what he was doing and enjoyed messing with her. He loved how she was fighting with herself.
While Abrielle was fighting the greatest battle ever, Cedric seemed to have changed his mind withdrawing completely. Her jaw dropped. He didn’t look guilty or bothered knowing he left her half undone.
He finished the bath while Abrielle did her best not to snap at him. All she could do was call him names after names in her mind. Girl, she had a lot
It was her fault for ever expecting anything good from him. He was the devil, a demon. How many times does she have to say it to herself for her dumb head to accept the fact?
"Is something bothering you?" She heard him ask. Abrielle’s eyes snapped at him; they were cold. How could he ask such a question when he knew perfectly why? Her thoughts screamed. She humphed turning away from him.
Cedric’s lips quirked, He understood her anger, and if she had admitted to wanting it, he would have given it to her. Who was he to say no? But his wife would rather die in silence. "I don’t understand why I am getting the silent treatment but glaring at me won’t do a thing because I find it rather cute and funny." The sadist admitted pulling her nose.
"That’s believable coming from a sadist," she grumbled. Cedric was helping to dry her hair with a towel. He seemed intent on taking care of her in quotes. A habit she seemed to have observed from him when he brutalized her body in Abrielle’s opinion.
Cedric clicked his tongue at her words. Abrielle’s hair was pretty long, so it was hard to dry.. after most of the moisture was dry, Cedric wrapped up her hair in a dry towel.
A dress was already sent for Abrielle earlier as per Cedric’s instructions. It was a simple dress that didn’t need a corset. He had requested it for the sole reason he didn’t want Abrielle leaving the room or getting anywhere close to the arena.