27 Chapter 27
When Cullen arrived at the room Amelia occupied, he gently dropped her tired body on the bed, walked toward the window, closed the curtains, and activated the soundproofing in her room to absorb the storm sound.
Earlier, he understood the thunder triggered her. Now she's asleep, he doesn't want anything to disturb her. She heavily needs rest.
This wasn't the woman he saw trapped in his room years ago. The woman he met earlier had a precious beautiful glow when he first set his eyes on her. He wants her glow to return to her, and even more.
Raising the duvet to cover her properly, he sat by her side. Starting deeply at her sleeping face, he used his hand to brush her hair off her face.
No woman deserves what she went through. However, in life, what's left for us are choices. Fate doesn't play so much role in our life, but choice.
Fate can happen but we make the choice. His mother, Amelia and other women out there going through things like this had chances to make choices to either leave or stay.
Fate can only get you entwined together and after that, every other step you take is a choice you make. That's one simple truth in life people fail to accept.
"In fact, they always want to deny it until they make the right choices. When something turns out wrong, it's fate and when it turns out right, it's their choice." he chuckled, "Of course I want to make use of you, but you are also going to make use of me. It's going to go both ways, Flame." he let out a small sigh and stood up from the bed.
His reason for calling her Flame was simple. The fire in her remained unquenchable even after everything, her inner glow remained hot.
Walking to the edge of the bed, Cullen raised the duvet, and her bloody feet sprung forward. His eyes softened and he bent before her feet.
After examining her feet, a small smile covered, and he sighed out of relief seeing the wound wasn't so drastic, and wouldn't give her much issues.
He stood straight and walked towards the bathroom. Finding the first aid he came in for, his eyes scanned the luxurious bathroom, and he realized he had to move a lot of things for her.
If she accepts to be his woman, the bathroom taste doesn't match her taste. Well, that wasn't his main issue for now.
Returning to her, he bends before her feet again and begins to clean the blood. He did it all gently so as not to disturb her.
There was a deep crease etched on his forehead. The expression on his face seemed as if he felt the pain she felt. Sympathy washed over him when his fingers made their way to the broken glass pieces that pierced deeply into her leg.
Carefully, Cullen's fingers drew out the first piece. There were about five places pierced deeply. Luckily for him, she made no sound and gave him no struggles.
Just when he was about to take the last piece out, he heard a soft groan coming from Amelia. Wordless murmurs followed, and she turned to the other side of the bed.
The sound of her murmurs received a brow raised from him. However, in the next second, he smiled and shook his head, amused.
He waited for her to relax. And when she did, he quickly took out the last pieces and bandaged her feet up.
After that, he returned the box to where it was once kept and returned to her side of the bed. His thumb caressed her neck mindlessly.
Slowly, his thumb traced her face and paused when it came in contact with her neck. He rubbed the tip of her red nose.
The soft glint in his eyes was filled with pity. There and then, he arranged his whole plan for her sake. "I will just make Theodore and his son pay. I promise not to hurt you, this isn't your fight anymore," he promised.
Letting out a tired sigh from his mouth, he parted away from her to leave. However, not giving him a chance to pull away, Amelia grabbed his arm and snuggled into him, burying her face in his arm.
Cullen swallowed.
He tried to drag his arm away, but it was impossible, her tight hold forced him to stay put. Cullen blinked and tried again, but it was worthless. She wasn't letting go even in her sleep.
Worst still, soft snores escaped her parted lips. Her peaceful sleepy expression dared him to pull away and wake her.
"... I have to go to work," Cullen murmured with a helpless shake of his head, "But I can't leave you all alone,"
Pushing the hair locks pouring over his forehead backward, he shut his eyes, pinched the skin between his brows, and laid back on the bed.
He gently raised her head from his arm and helped her to place it properly. He felt an uncontrollable feeling inside him that messed with his heart when he placed her on him that way.
Amelia felt a deep comfort in her sleep when Cullen used his arm as a pillow for her. She wasn't conscious of her surroundings, but she knew for a fact that the unwavering scent hitting her nostrils with deep comfort was to be held onto.
She murmured lowly. Not giving Cullen to think about what she could be saying, Amelia took him by surprise and turned over to face him. In the next second, she threw her leg over him and strangled his neck tight.
In one word, she hugged him protectively without knowing and slept off. Cullen froze where he was. He stiffly took his face off the ceiling he was gazing at and faced her.
He blinked, "Holy mother of God," he cursed, "What have I gotten myself into?"
His eyes scanned their hugging position, and he must say it was very inappropriate. She was a married woman already, and he wondered what someone might say if they should be seen this way. He alone knows how she strangled him, but to onlookers, the sight would be considered as a cuddle.
Meanwhile, he scoffed in the next second, "They should think all they want to for all I care," he dropped a light pat on her head, "As long as you are with me, no one has the right to judge you unless they accept to go through one half of what you went through," he gritted his teeth and boiled inwardly.
