Devil's Prison

Chapter # 35

Aurelia was distressed the whole way, the silence was tingling her bones to perceive what he might do there they would be home.

Fidgeting her fingers around her dress, she tried to find words to ask what he would do and felt too tense to ask, her heart pounded madly when they reached home.

He held an unfathomable expression on his face, looking out of the window, holding mysteries she cannot encrypt.

“Al-” She tried to call but stopped at their home but he got out instantly, walking away, leaving her all alone.

“You said it would be fine.” She hissed at Louis.

“Excluding Boss.” He said, trying to act innocent but cursing under her breath, she gathered her dress, going after Alphonse.

Entering their room, she heard the sound of the shower and sighed deeply. Taking off her jewelry, she wiped her makeup and sat on the bed.

‘What should I do?’ she thought, vexed of what Alphonse would say, closing her eyes, taking rapid breaths until the sound of the shower stopped and he walked out.

Wet hair, water dripping down on his temptingly hot body, only in his trousers, glancing at her for a second before running his hairs to push the hair on his face behind.

She looked at him timidly and called with a gulp, “Alphonse…”

“Hmm.” He hummed, wearing his shirt.

Biting her cheek, she swallowed hard, asking hesitantly, “Are… are you going to be angry?”

He stopped for a second, holding a grave grimace, hitching her breath when he walked closer.

“I.. I..”

She held the duvet when his one hand secured across her, noticing her tensity by the closeness, he moved down to her ears.

“What do you think?” He whispered seductively, sharing a strange coldness with her, but it was not of repulsion.

“No.” She whispered, staring back into his extensive gaze.

“Then why are you startled?” He frowned, pulling away.

“I said bad things to her.” She whispered innocently, unsure of how to deal with it.

“So what? She deserved it.” He shrugged, talking on his phone, sitting on his side and using his phone.

“So, you won’t be angry?” She asked expectantly, relieved at his nonchalantly.

“No. You are my wife, you can do whatever you want.” He hummed, using his phone, not paying heed to it.

He knows the extremity she possesses in his heart and its intensity would raze this world but not her. At least not when he had to choose.

Between right and her, he would definitely choose her.

“It’s not the first time you came before me anyways I guess…” She trailed off vaguely, getting up to freshen up as well.

“Hmm? What?” He asked, lowering his phone, narrowing his eyes in bewilderment.

“You did it before too, don’t you remember?” She asked, taking out sleepwear.

“I did? I don’t remember.” He trailed off, trying to think about when it happened.

“Yes, you did. Did you forget? When James and his group threw water at me then you came.” She frowned, displeased that he didn’t remember her most precious memory.

“James and others bullied you many times, I even got beaten for you. Do you expect me to remember all of it?” He shrugged, putting his phone away.

“And honestly, I would do it any time.” He muttered, lying down.

She opened her mouth to argue, to express rage, but paused and came closer.

“Oh really?” She asked, leaning on the bedpost.

“Do you doubt it?” He asked, closing his eyes to gain some rest and sleep.

“What if I say I remember all of it? Each time you saved me?” She asked, arching a brow in amusement to see his reaction.

“Good for you. You have a sharp memory unlike mine.” He hummed, covering his face in his hands, trying to gain some lull.

Her amusement faded at his dry response.

“Do you think my eyes are ghost-like?” She asked, hoping this would bring back the memory in his mind.

A smirk slowly crept upon his lips, removing his hand, staring back into her exquisite eyes, murmuring.

“Of course not. You have the most beautiful eyes in the world.” He responded softly, eliciting a feeble blush on her cheeks to recall that memory.

“You think so?” She asked, linking their gazes together, smirking back.

“Of course, because no matter where you will go, I will always recognize you by them.” He winked before lying back again, shifting to the side to sleep.

“So you do remember?” She asked.

A sincere smile adorned her features, lowering her gaze shyly to recall times she had no one but him.

“If I didn’t you wouldn’t be here.” He hummed.

Suppressing the faint smile reaching his lips to remember about those times he consider his salvation.

“Hey, are you going to sleep?” She asked, poking his back, unintentionally closer to him.

“Do you think I am preparing for my funeral?” He frowned, turning to her, looking at her.

“I am hungry.” She demanded, poking her nail earning a wince as he yanked her hand back.

“Cut your nails, woman. They sting.” He frowned, sitting up, he was extremely exhausted and slept but she refused to settle down.

“I shouldn’t have five drinks.” She mumbled, shaking her head.

“I guess four is your limit.” He replied, understanding now why she was behaving rather softly but she was not drunk.

She knows her tolerance level, she was in her senses.

“Leave it, I am hungry. Give me your phone.” She said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Why?” He asked.

“Did I ever ask when you check my phone every night?” She hissed, moving her hand out.

“Give me your phone.” She ordered and sighing, he unlocked his phone and gave it to her.

“What’s the pincode?” She asked, scrolling through his phone.

“Your birthday.” He replied.

“That fact you hastily told everything, I guess your phone had no information.” She smirked, looking over at him.

“Yeah… What are you doing anyways?” He asked, arching a brow.

“I want to order food but you don’t have any app for it.” She frowned.

“You can do it with your phone too.” He shrugged.

“I don’t know the exact address.”

“I will text you, order something for yourself and go to sleep.” He could barely open his eyes but she was extending their conversation.

“No. I want to do it with your phone.” She said sternly, finding the restaurant online.

“There you go, order it.” She smiled, teasing him. He was not pleased in the slightest but bearing it, he called and ordered the food she wanted.

He laid down again, hoping to gain some darkness this time but she laid on her side, using his phone.

Opening his gallery and saw her pictures, mostly screenshots of when she uploads on social media. She glanced at him, he was about to fall asleep.

“Alphonse…” She called vaguely.

“Hmm?” He hummed.

“What’s this?” She asked, showing him his search history.

“What?” He asked, opening one eye only to glance at a single search.

“How to control anger? Seriously?” She smirked, pissing him off, making fun of it but deep down she knows he is doing this for her.

“Aurelia, No!” He gasped instantly.

Grabbing her wrist and pushing her down before she could look further, stopping her to not investigate further but it was too late.

“What the-”

Her mouth gaped when her eyes fell upon the most searched topic in his history, the phone slipped when he pinned her down.

‘How to be a good husband’

‘How to keep your partner happy’

‘How to express affection’

She blushed.

He was embarrassed.

Breathless.

Her mind could comprehend, immobilized under him to perceive how vacuously he was dying to work.

Their breaths synced for a second, staring intensely at each other with an intoxicated mind and an awkwardness dispersing in the air.

His heart raced, lips parting to find an explanation, but he couldn’t. She blushed, trying to think what to say.

But, before their uncomfortable situation could grow a knock appeared on the door, breaking their rhythm.

“Ma’am. There is a food delivery for you.” Linda’s voice came from outside.

Cleating his throat, Alphonse grabbed his phone and moved back.

“You should eat.” He said awkwardly, looking away.

“Yeah.. I am starving too.” She nodded tentatively, tugging her hair behind her ears, averting her gaze worriedly, getting out instantly.

“Aren’t you hungry?” She asked, looking away, hoping to divert her mind from what she saw.

“No, you go. I am going to sleep.” He said quickly, clearing his history and putting his phone aside.

“Okay.” She nodded, clearing her throat before rushing out of the room quickly.

After she walked out, she rested her hand on her chest, leaning on the wall to grasp her senses.

Meanwhile, Alphosne did the same, falling into the sheets, he rest his hand on his heart to control the furious heartbeats.

Thinking the same thing;

What the hell was it?