He Loves Her

CHAPTER FOUR

Roseline Angelina Black.

Tears blur my vision as I stumble upon a twig. My brain coming out of the memory and focusing my surrounding. The woods are dark , the night fully fallen now and I have no idea where I am. My heart squeezes in pain as I recall them together. The moon is high up in the sky, mocking and laughing at my misery. Her glow which used to calm and satisfy me, now infuriates me.

"Why can't I be happy for once in my life? Do I not deserve happiness? " I ask the moon, she doesn't reply making me smile bitterly. She never answers me, she just watches me from up there. Wrapping my arms around my shoulders as the cold starts biting my bare skin, I breathe in deeply.

"Everything is going to be okay , Rose. You're stronger than this. You're doing this for your mother." I sit on a fallen log , cradling my knees to my chest. " All is not over, Rose. You have no right too feel this hurt. He loves her, you're not taking him away from her. You're just fulfilling your mother's last wish." I nod to myself.

"She can still have him , you've moved on, right? Yes, yes you have." Wiping the tears that escapes from my eyes , I blink in the darkness. "Just tell him you won't be an inconvenience , he can continue his relationship with her and all will be good. Everyone's going to be happy." Even when I say this to myself, my heart squeezes painfully in my chest. 

Reminding me I haven't moved on. I won't be among the happy people.

But I ignore it, forcing a satisfied smile on my lips. It's not long before I hear motion behind myself. My eyes widen in fear when I realise my situation, finally.

I'm in the middle of the woods inhabited by wild animals , with no idea of a way out and in complete darkness. I don't have my phone on me and that motion can behind me can be some wild animal deciding on killing me and having me for dinner.

But I'm not sure I'll make a good meal. I mean I'm rather skinny.

I shoot up when I hear the motion again, grabbing a stick from the ground. A growl echoes in the forest making the hairs on the back of my neck stand in attention. 

That was definitely a wolf...

Shivering, I clutch the stick tighter as I wave it around. " Hey wolfie, nice wolfie." I speak as sweetly as I can to the invisible wolf. The growl sounds again, this time louder. 

Maybe he doesn't like my nickname. I scoff at that thought. Course, the wolf just wants to be your friend , Rose.

But then decide to humour myself more, since it might be my last day. I'm so becoming a meal of a big bad wolf on my wedding night, only he might have to unwrap me from my wedding dress. "Look wolfie, you can eat me but I might not be a happy meal, You know because I'm skinny. I won't be enough to s-satisfy your hunger." My voice wavers as I hear motion closer this time.

And then a figure appears in the trees. Coming closer , I squrint my eyes to make up a silhouette of a man. 

Chicken! a werewolf?

"Oh wait, you're a man?" I voice my thoughts, perks of having no brain to mouth filter. "Oh no , you're a werewolf." I run backwards as the figure draws closer. Stumbling on the tail of my dress, I fall to the ground on my butt unceremonily.

Great...

Rubbing my bottom, I curse inwardly.

 Great, now he doesn't even have to chase his prey. Looking up, I'm surprised when I pair of familiar blue eyes peer at me, amusement shining in those orbs.

"Really, Ms. Brown? A werewolf?" His voice has amusement laced in it as he holds out his hand. I gladly take it, gasping as the sparks fly again.

Sweet heavens!

He effortlessly pulls me off the ground , standing me up on my two feet. Only I can't stand on them, since I discover I have sprained my left ankle. Clutching his shoulders to steady myself, I swallow my nerves and smirk up to him. "I wouldn't consider that if you hadn't growled , Mr Black." 

This makes him frown. His feathers much more sharper and prominent in the moonlight. "I did not growl,wife. And why would wandering in the woods at night be a good idea to you?" His voice holds a protective edge, but I can be wrong.

What do I say to that? I let my mouth to the thinking. The past five years has taught me to never be tongue-tied. "I wanted to explore the woods." I lie through my teeth. "I didn't realise when I left the fairylights behind." 

That is at least the truth...

His scowl deepens as he turns around, leaving me to stumble on my poor sprained ankle. "Well let's get out of here." He speaks over his shoulder as he starts walking.

I try to walk, only to find my foot is not in the mood for that making me yelp at the pain that shoots through it.

 He turns around to look at me. "Tell me you can walk?" He groans.

I just give him a weak smile, shrugging my shoulders as I try to  keep my weight off my left foot. He shakes his head before he bends down, picking me up bridal style as I squeak at the sudden action.

He's carrying his bride, bridal style. The irony.

Wrapping my arms around his shoulders , I cling onto him afraid I'll fall. Sparks fly where ever our skin makes contact, and I  try my best to ignore it. That and my hammering heart, I'm scared he must have heard it by now. His arms clutches me to his warm chest as he starts walking.

He looks straight ahead, not giving me a glance. I study his features closely under the moonlight. He has not changed much, just more rugged, mature and masculine. I breathe his woodsy scent deeply, that hasn't changed either. The only thing that has changed drastically in him are his eyes, they are no longer warm and kind, but hard and cold.

"Stop staring , Wife." His deep voice breaks me out of my thoughts, making me blush as I realise his words. His eyes are on me now, studying my face intently. Taking in my features.

Do I have something on my face?

"You've changed, Brown." He finally murmurs making me frown. 

Of course , I've changed. Thanks for noticing. 

Heartbreak does that to you.

"It's been a long while, Mr. Black."I whisper looking forward when his gaze don't waver from my face. "People change." I add.

I feel him nod as he speaks. "They do, where are you're glasses?" He asks.

"Lasek." I reply in a way of explanation. I had my laser surgury done two years ago for my weak eyesight.  Back in school, I was all type of nerdy. Black thick rimmed spectacles, shy ; with no taste in fashion. Now I'm none of those things.

He would've loved me and not her if I wasn't the person I was before.

The sparks were there. At least for me.

I take a deep breathe when I see the fairylights come back in view, I don't want to be in his arms. It gives me a strange feeling. Like I'm so close to him but, but yet he's so far, I would never be closer to him than her...

And the bitterness irritates me, I'm not a bitter person. I don't think bitter about anyone. And my growing hatred towards poor Scarlet, is making me guilty. It's not her fault that he loves her, niether is it his fault to love her. It's my fault that I came between them , and Although , I did it for my mother. I need to pacify their situation.

"Mr. Black?" I look up to see him already staring at me, the closeness combined with the now luminous glow of the fairylights makes me blush. 

His gaze shifts to my cheeks and then back up to my eyes, softening a little. "Yes, Roseline?" My full name on his lips makes me squirm, they way his mouth moves and his swirls around my name melts me. I blush harder.

"I just want to tell you that I know about Scarlet and you and I promise to not create any threats in your relationship." I whisper. He looks taken aback by my words. "I only married you for my mother, I'm not hurt that you love her, Mr. Black" A hard look settles of his face as I finish

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"Thank you, Roseline.I'm grateful to you for that. " He replies, though looks anything but grateful. It confuses me.

 Didn't he want that? "The jet is ready, I hope you have packed enough. I informed your best friend about the honeymoon yesterday." He adds, breaking the silence.

What honeymoon? I was not aware of a honeymoon.

So this is what Maggie was hiding when she was acting all secretive. She must have packed for me since she asked for my keys this morning. My heart starts hammering wildly when I realise I would be alone with him for days, even weeks. 

No no no! I must not dream...

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