Chapter 33: Witnessing Murder! (1)
Quietly closing the door behind her, Madeline quickly turned on the light switch in order to brighten up their spacious room. She pulled the cupboard open and brought out an anti-inflammatory cream before proceeding to help Cassian take his seat on the couch.
Crouching to the tiled floor on both knees, Madeline took her time to inspect Cassian’s jaw where he got punched. To her relief, there was no sign of swelling, the only error was the little bit of redness that painted his cheek due to the effect of Gregory’s hit, and she shouldered the guilt.
"This....this is all my fault." Taking her hands away, Madeline felt a heavy thud in her heart, followed by an unquestionable anger as she remembered her uncle’s fault in it as well. Just as she is to blame for Cassian’s predicament, her uncle and Aunt are also to blame for this.
"None of this would have happened if Auriela hadn’t forced my uncle into contacting Gregory in the first place. She’s really the mastermind behind everything happening to me. I got married to you to save myself, it hasn’t even been weeks and I’m already causing you pain. I hope you can forgive me."
"Frankly speaking, your uncle is really in my bad books." Cassian asserted while staring into her watery guilt-filled eyes. "But not you. We both knew what we were getting into before agreeing to this marriage. We have our reasons but every advantage surely comes with a disadvantage and this..." he pointed at his cheek. "Is nothing."
To be honest, he wasn’t hurt from the beginning, he only acted it out to stop the conversation growing between his wife and Orson. He couldn’t define the feeling but after finding out his wife once had a crush on his best friend, seeing them together made him uncomfortable.
Annoyingly uncomfortable.
"But it must hurt alot." Moving closer, Madeline crawled forward to stay in between his legs while reaching to touch his cheek. Their close proximity caused Cassian’s eyes to widen slightly, and he would have imagined the worse if she wasn’t looking so serious and concentrated on his injured jaw.
’I need to get hurt more often.’ thought Cassian.
Meanwhile Madeline was currently boiling in her own anger. She knew those two well enough to know they wouldn’t stop bugging her till she does something drastic. She was able to endure whatever they chose to do to her, but hurting the man who had saved her from being ridiculed and turned into a sex slave wasn’t something she’d fold her hands and watch.
Cassian’s eyes followed the woman who finally got to her feet and was currently heading for the door.