Chapter 331: A foolish man who loves his wife
Cedric’s laugh was unexpected and carefree; it was one of the rarest things she had heard. It almost made her forget the fact she should be pissed at him for chaining her
She was in no place to complain because he saved her, but who treats their wife who went through a great ordeal this way?
A melodic sound akin to a laugh left his lips, and Abrielle was immediately dumbfounded. "I am glad to see you still have your sharp tongue," Cedric commented, then rose from his seat to approach her bedside. He sat by his side taking a lock of hair he twirled with his fingers.
"Don’t mind the chain. I am just keeping my promise; remember I said if you ever run, I will hunt you and then keep you chained by my side." His voice drawled her mind to the night he made that atrocious declaration.
The night they went wild because he was upset she accepted Alfonso’s rose on the first day of the rose duel.
"You really don’t plan on keeping me chains Cedric. You would not want to do that." She argued, her eyes glaring at him. He smiled at her leaving her more puzzled. She had no idea how much he missed her glare. The stubbornness she tried to hide while pretending by his side.
He let go of her soft hair and then sat upright. A thought struck, and his smile slowly disappeared, scaring her. She nervously swallowed, guilt choking her in the throat.
"You should have thought twice before you decided to do something dangerous. Why didn’t you ask for my help if you were so scared of Eleanor? Why did you risk your life?" He asked her, his voice calm but sharp. She could feel his restrained anger. Her hands clenched into a fist on the bed. This little action didn’t skip his attention.
He swore to himself that he would try his best to figure her out. "I just couldn’t Cedric. It is complicated." She muttered.