Chapter 112 Spark
"what do you mean from now onwards? Do you intend to keep me in here for the rest of my life?"
Her tone never changed. Her voice was still low and had no emotions attached— it was a good thing her emotions never surfaced in her voice, but her eyes always gave her away.
"If that's possible, yes".
He said bluntly as he slipped the wine all over again.
"Sadly, I'll get bored of this country and move to another".
His voice was deep and teasingly seductive. She looked at him with lust but her face said otherwise. God, does he know how hot he looks in bright light?
He emptied the glass in one gulp as he refilled the glass in a split second. His eyes weren't on her, he was more focused on the wine. He wasn't even interested in the meal, it was as if he just wanted her to eat while he watched her. The only thing he did was drink the red wine and teased her blindly.
"You're so full of yourself, aren't you?"
She asked in that pissed tone she always used when she wasn't interested in a conversation any longer. He only smirked at her words and didn't say anything anymore. He just focused on the wine he swirled around in the glass. His head was bent downwards, his eyes were dim, and he had a grim expression on his face. Something seemed to have burst that caring exciting bubble he was in a few minutes ago. He was now back to his real self.
What the hell was he thinking?
Why does he seem so quiet all of a sudden?
Why does he look serious all of a sudden?
Fuck zhavia, he's always serious.
Suddenly, she forgot about her meal and all of her attention was now on him. She couldn't stop herself from worrying. She couldn't help but look at him and see his beautiful features. She didn't want to see him sad. She couldn't bear to see him sad. For some reason she just wanted him to be happy. She felt a little bit better when he teased her with his sarcastic tone. Right now, she would do anything to take him back to that secured bubble he was in a few minutes ago. Her eyes strolled from his face to his gestures. She looked at the glass he swirled and thought of how her life had taken a huge turn since she met this man.
She thought of what her life would be like right now if she hadn't met him before. She wanted to know what he thought. She wanted to take away all of his problems. She looked into his eyes and for the first time since she met him, she saw something in them. She was terrified at first and tried to control herself as she kept staring. All she saw were the eyes of Philip. The eyes of the man that shattered her into a million pieces. The eyes of the man that turned her world upside down. She saw it all. She was as confused as fuck. All this was too much for her to take in. If she said she wasn't surprised herself, she would be called a liar. She quickly took her eyes away from his. Her mind was basically taking her to different places as she got lost in a trance. She got lost in the direction where his hand was.
He looked up. He could feel her stare when she looked at him with those head-spinning eyes of hers. He couldn't tell what she thought about but whatever it was, it really disturbed her a lot to have her worry like this.
"You're not eating". He pointed out.
She looked up at him realizing herself. "Oh, um... I've suddenly lost my appetite". She diverted her gaze to nothing in particular as she spoke.
"Why is that?" he furrowed his brows, trying to get an answer from her.
"I've gotten used to people staring at me when I eat, and now it just feels weird".
His eyes were now on her. He didn't look anywhere else, he didn't see anyone else. He only saw her in the room. He still looked grim as his eyes stayed fixed on her.
"Does mine count?"
He asked, still trying to figure out how and why she affected him this much. Doesn't she see what he feels for her, doesn't she feel the same? His expression was blank but his brows were raised in question.
Her expression was still blank when she responded to him. She couldn't see anything but those eyes that belonged to Philip. She wanted to see him and just him alone. She didn't want to see anyone else except him because somehow, without trying hard, he had managed to make her feel a spark for him. She didn't want him to know about that but she wanted to be honest with him at the moment.
"Your eyes remind me of someone else".
Immediately those words left her mouth, the light in his eyes slowly dissipated to something else that she couldn't quite lay her fingers on. It was deep. For the first time, he looked at him and could see something in his eyes. Pain, hurt, confusion.
"Every single time I realized that I might or might not leave this place, I begin to wonder what kind of a person you are".
Her tone was low. She didn't even recognize her own voice anymore. His eyes didn't leave her face.
"Have you cleared your thoughts now?"
His voice was firm. What he was feeling at the moment also gave him chills too. He was not surprised that she felt this way towards him at all. He is and will always be Nicholas Alviero Ross— the terrifying being.
His eyes were staring deep into her soul and she didn't see anything else but him. "Have you?" The rate at which his voice commanded power at the moment scared her. She had never seen this side of him before. He looked like a mystical being that was just ready to devour whatever pisses him off. At this moment, she can already tell that the person in front of her was beyond pissed.
She trembled but fought so hard to maintain herself as he stood up. He walked closer and closer to her with every second that passed by and she felt her heart leap as if it was going to fall out. "So tell me, how many more of them do I look like? Is that why you detest me so much? Because I remind you of some certain person you love or used to love?"
Her eyes opened in disbelief. She couldn't quite understand what was happening at the moment. All she could see was pain. She looked at the almighty Nicholas Alviero Ross and saw the pain in his eyes. Her heart ached at the sight in front of her. She couldn't take it. She couldn't help it.
"What are you saying? You have no idea what you're talking ab...."
He was already walking past her before she could complete her words. It angered her. It pissed her so much. She stood up and walked behind him. "You're leaving? Is that it? Is this how short-termed your commitment is?"
"DON'T FUCKING COMPARE ME WITH THEM". There was no tenderness in his tone when he let out those words. His eyes were dimmer than before. The jealousy was now evident. It was clear.
"What I feel for you should never be compared with anyone else. Nobody can ever feel what I feel for you".
His eyes were on her and she didn't realize that she stopped breathing a long time ago.
He looked into her eyes and saw fear. He had scared her to death. She was paler than before. He saw the pain, the shock, the hurt. He didn't want this, he didn't want to scare her. He wanted to protect her instead. He wanted to shield her. He wanted to be there for her.
He promised to never leave her side and there he was, doing the exact opposite of what he should be doing. Her eyes left his eyes as quickly as she placed them on his when she felt the tears penetrating.
What?
Are you fucking crying zhavia?
She was panicking. She didn't know what to do. She couldn't even think at this point. All she wanted to do was leave because she didn't want to appear vulnerable in front of him. The moment the tears drop down her cheek, she is going to be considered weak and that was the last thing she needed right now. She can't be weak.
She quickly looked away from his direction and started walking towards the door and past him when she felt a hand pull her in his direction. Before she could realize what was happening, her lips were no longer hers. In a split second, her brain, her senses, her mind, and her soul evaporated right in front of her eyes. His lips were warm on hers, sucking, devouring, collecting, claiming, taking her breath and entire being as his hands snaked her waist and pulled her, even more, closer to completely disintegrate her into jelly.
He kissed her senselessly.
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