CHAPTER 13
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The word 'future wife' strike me so swiftly just by hearing each of those words.
With it, I instantly composed myself to get hold of my senses once more. What an imprudent manner he had just shown. After mustering all my strength,
I was able to get off him easily, "I am leaving!" I said as my feet trance to head for the exit. But, I was pulled back in his strong grip.
When I titled beyond my shoulders, I cold terrifying glare pierce towards me. If each of his scornful stares could only kill, I'd be multiple times dead each time he sends me those.
"No one walks out on me, Woman," he said like a dreadful threat.
I am sure my nerves are trembling, I just wonder why my composure is still stable despite how scary this man standing before me.
It could be because of that 'something' inside me that ease off the situation.
It's just amusing because it's more obvious for me to feel it when I'm around this ill-tempered man—Maybe because of the situation that needs its presence perhaps.
"Then maybe I should do the honors to be the first to do it," I said back as I struggle to resume with my plan to walk out.
It's just no use though since he was able to grip into the back collar of my blouse that nearly chokes me at an instant. I had to quickly get it off to ease off the sudden pain it caused me.
I had about a few coughs before I could even speak normally again, "Do you intend to kill me?" I can't help but gripe right in front of his face.
I was just too shocked to witness another menacing glare with a light frown from him this time. I don't think this is good.
But then...
His eyes went back to that clear oceanic blue like a peaceful sea during the day all of a sudden. Gone even the dark shades of the way he stares at me. By the way, I see it now, he looks so plain and subtle once more.
How is he doing that so easily?
Getting so real mad and quickly switching back to this composed state.
"I don't feel like soiling my hands with crimson today, don't worry." He suddenly said with a grin.
I suddenly felt like all my blood went out for an emergency exit. The cold shivers took their way up, climbing my spine as the thin hairs across my skin erected enough to pull the pores of my skin.
I'm such a stupid one to even enrage him again. Just yesterday and the day before, I thought I already told myself that I'll refrain from this move to help me spare my life from the hands of this tyrant man.
"What do you intend to do now?" The words from my head just voluntarily came out of my mouth.
Another stupid move closer to my grave indeed. I was expecting him to say he'd kill me or perhaps punish me, but it shocked me to hear it right from his mouth, "Let's have some tea before it cools down." his voice becomes so soft that its echo soothed inside my ears.
This man has become so hard to read as each day goes past. One moment, he is roaring with fury. Then seconds later, he's as gentle as a sleeping sheep. Would it be a big risk to trust a man carrying so much bipolar attitude on his back?
trying to hold off my patience for the past few days was, even more, a surprise for me as I don't usually have so much patience for the kind of attitude he has. normally, I would just give anyone a cold treatment to even the extent of forgetting they ever existed just so they would give in.
Having that option now is not effective. The enemy has his advantage for taking me in as captive. What's more, is that he is capable of killing anyone he wishes to in just a blink of an eye. I slam my face on my palm thinking about my current state as I make my few steps behind; following him heading forth to the Gazebo. The table we have this time is a bit smaller, separating us with a very small distance apart.
Within the table lies so many variants of sweets and cakes. From shortcakes of Blueberry and Strawberry to Russian tea cakes, buttermilk banana scones with a praline glaze, spring lime tea cookies, English tea cucumber sandwiches, raisin cookies, and cream tea cakes; I don't think the two of us could even finish this. Was he expecting me to enjoy chatting with him by offering me or more likely bribing me to such sweets?
My eyes went big the moment he took my cup to fill it with the tea from the teapot he's carefully tilting with his two hands. I instantly smelled a fusion of chocolate and flower from the teacup's smoke.
It lured me to immediately sip despite how hot it is. I even ignore the fact that it was this ill-tempered man that prepared this one for me. I was captivated by the after-taste, the way I smelled it is nothing compared to when you have tasted it for yourself.
The fusion of chocolate and flowers is like blossoming with sweetness in my mouth that it makes my feeling so lighter. I wonder if this also works for him.
I was watching him carefully while He took a sip a moment right after taking his seat. This would be the first time I would be seeing him looking so vibrant just by drinking tea. It could be the aftereffect of this tea that brought some radiance to the dark aura that surrounding him. It's not that it's entirely visible, I could just feel like this dark aura is triggering him to be so ill-tempered. and if in that case, perhaps there could be a root cause how did he got inflicted by that dark aura.
After being exposed to Thalia's supernatural fate finding, encountering the likes of this ill-tempered man isn't something that could terrify me too quickly. Not unless he'd appear to me in some kind of beastly form, I'm not like Thalia that could just allow romance to pave the way. It's completely different in my case now because I despise the man I'm facing.
"Do you like the tea?" His tone went back to being dull.
What could I expect from him of course?
I placed it down when I realized that I'm already enjoying it in front of him.
"It's fine," was the only word I could afford to say the least.
I don't want him to notice how I wish to finish the tea.
"I don't like it when people freely have excessive left-overs. Drink," and as if he had read into my thoughts and observed my drinking, he commanded me with so much credence.
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