Chapter 269: Tired of games
The garden was quiet, a chill wind blowing through the edges of their clothes and flowing through their loose hair. The distant echoes of music and laughter from the banquet hall drifted through the night air, a stark contrast to the tension settling between the two figures standing beneath the archway of blooming wisteria.
The scent of night-blooming flowers mixed with the cool spring air, yet Abrielle wasn’t at peace with it. A silent storm raged in her heart with her palms going sweaty.
She stood beneath the wisteria archway, her fingers clasped tightly together. The moment stretched unbearably as she tried to steady her breathing. He had agreed so easily that it made her scared at what he may have in mind. She was tired of the games and all. The rumours have to stop. She had braced for mockery, for a sly remark, for him to twist her desperation into amusement. He used her weakness against her, enjoying messing with her and Cedric. Finally, he had simply agreed.
That scared her more than anything.
Alfonso’s eyes were watching her with that ever-present smirk, his sharp eyes unreadable. "You look pale, Princess," he murmured, tilting his head. "Did you not want me to agree?" A slight mocking tone in his voice.
Abrielle swallowed, forcing herself to hold his gaze. "That’s not it." She argued back trying not to look nervous.
"Then why do you look like a rabbit caught in a trap? Your hands are trembling, Abby," He mentioned, taking Abrielle unaware; that was the name Cedric rarely called her."I said I would stop, and yet you seem more afraid than before." Alfonso reached out to hold her hand; his touch was warmth, but she didn’t like it. She yanked her hand out but his grip tightened. Her hand is still trembling in her hand.
She clenched her hands in his hold, nails digging into her palms. "I just didn’t expect it and please don’t call me Abby." He answered him, she didn’t like how intimate they looked.
Alfonso let out a low chuckle, his thumb rubbing her trembling hand, she could see the glint of amusement in his dark eyes. "Why can’t I call you Abby?" He chimed.