Chapter 270: Why Is He...Happy?
Avelina lifted her eyes and looked into his.
"I’m sorry," she apologized.
Draven took a deep breath, composing himself. He gently wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug. He buried his face in her neck, exhaling softly and shutting his eyes.
"You are married to me, Avelina. You are mine for now, no one else’s."
He pulled his head back to look at her face, and as he spoke, his eyes couldn’t help but lock on her reddish plump lips.
"I don’t know what is wrong with me, Avelina, but I do not want to see you with another man." He breathed heavily. "I have never felt this way before. It makes me feel like I am going insane. I hate this feeling so much because it caused me to almost get violent," he whispered to her, tenderly caressing her lower lip.
Avelina swallowed hard, her eyes fixed on his thumb that was grazing her lip. She lifted her pupils and gazed into his reddish orbs. Slowly and steadily, she could feel their faces drawing closer to each other.
They knew what was about to happen, but they could not stop themselves. All it would take was for them to move an inch closer, but Draven, however, came to a sudden stop.
No! He mustn’t, or else he could cause them to become distant again. The last time he tried, Avelina pulled away from him the next morning.
He really wanted to feel her lips and just have her locked in his arms for a little while. It was not a want, but it was a need!
Hesitantly, he pulled away with his lips softly parted and turned to have his back facing her. "I am sorry for the way I behaved. Forgive me."