As if I were candy and he needed me, Xavier just stared at me. Who was I to refuse a voluntary show of emotions from the guy who claimed to be my spouse when his eyes shined with feelings I dare not even imagine?
"You're okay." He murmured weakly and I had a sad smile, walking towards him.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I murmured. The tears didn't seem to be coming out, however, so I stuck with quivering my lips like I was lost in Antarctica.
Mahn, my grandma would have my head for all this pretence. I was genuinely happy that he was okay, but considering the way he treated me, along with his family, he did not deserve my quivering lips and other associated hysterics.
He reached a hand to my face then, smiling as he stroked it. "You're okay. It's okay. I'm just happy you're safe
