CHAPTER 445

445- So Romantic!

“So they are right about you. You are only here to take revenge on those who helped Thiago suppress you.” I scoffed and shook my head, disappointed with myself because, for a split second, I thought he cared.

“Well, I can’t say they are wrong,” he clicked his tongue, agreeing with the statement. Something told me I didn’t want to sit with him and listen to him talk about how he was going to destroy all the people Thiago cared about. So I did what I thought was the best thing to do. I grabbed my pillow and got up from the couch to walk away. But before I could take a step away, he held my hand and forced me down.

“You know d*mn well you are not included in that list.” He grunted, sounding upset that I doubted him.

“But I am one of those who helped him imprison you,” I said, not buying his lie.

“Enya! You were his love, but you are also my mate. I don’t blame you for not wanting me to take over because you never got to know me. And here tonight, I am telling you this in clear words. I want to know you, and I want you to know me,” he said, drawing his face closer and whispering the words on my face. The genuine feeling of affection I sensed from his fresh breath made me tremble in my skin and look away from him

in hesitation.

“I will never fall for someone who is imprisoning Thiago,” I

commented.

“I don’t care what you think of me. I just know what I feel,” he stubbornly made another statement that compelled me to close my eyes. Thankfully, I had my head turned to the side, or he would have seen

me reacting to his words.

“Don’t you have a girlfriend to please?” I then recalled Kellice and decided to bring her up.

“Oh! So you think I will flirt with you, and even mate with you,” the playfulness in his voice when he changed the subject made me roll my eyes at him, “and then I will wake up in the morning and say, last night meant nothing. I am still getting engaged to my girlfriend?” As soon as he said those words, I felt my jaw clenching.

“What? I thought you wouldn’t be affected by whoever I date because I am a monster in your eyes,” he smirked shamelessly when getting a reaction out of me.

“I’m sleepy; I’d like to rest now,” I excused myself, standing up and walking towards the guest room when I heard him say.

“I might be a heartless monster, Enya. But if I saw you with anyone again, I would burn the world down.”

The aggression in his voice made me turn around and watch him stare at the bedroom. He was hinting he would not appreciate my staying in the same bedroom as Lazlo.

It was just that; I was not used to someone chasing after me anymore. Or in proper wants, to pay attention to me.

I left him there and walked into the guest room and slept through the night. Weirdly enough, that was the best sleep I got in the last two years. I felt safe for some reason.

The morning arrived, and I had to rush out to make breakfast. I was still living with Lazlo, so to avoid any unnecessary arguments and insults; I kept my word and decided to do the chores.

While being in the kitchen, I didn’t know I would once again see him, and that too, first thing in the morning.

“Morning,” Theo said from behind me. I only gave him a nod and pretended to be too focused on making the hash browns.

“Since when did Enya start cooking?” he commented, casually walking in my direction. He stopped right when he was behind me, making my heart race faster in my chest.

“Since I stopped being special,” I commented without thinking too much about the statement.

“Step aside then,” he grabbed the bowl out of my hands and pushed me to the side, “You never stopped being special,” he whispered softly under his breath. I stared at him, watching his black, wrinkled, and open shirt. Nobody offered him clothes last night, so I am assuming he slept in his dress shirt and pants.

“Don’t worry,” he must have seen me eyeing his suit, “I slept naked,” he said and smiled after p*ssing me off.

“Get on the counter, why don’t you?” He then turned to me and complained.

“You think you can recreate the same moments as Thiago and me?” I rolled my eyes, sarcastically commenting on his desire to turn the breakfast into a romantic scene. This is property © of .

“No! I am much more romantic than him,” he argued, playfully looking offended. Just when I thought he would let me help him, he wrapped his hands around my waist and carried me abruptly to sit me down on the counter.

“What are you doing?” I almost let out a loud yelp. It was sort of unusual for me.

“Just sit and watch,” he pointed his finger in my face and showed fake anger.

“You are about to witness the greatest of them all cook breakfast for you.” He smirked, showing off his chopping skills by running the knife over the vegetables as no one had before.

“And for the others too,” I corrected him, but he shook his

head at the idea.

“They need to learn to behave or they cook for themselves,” he argued, “And if you tried cooking for them, I will burn this kitchen down,” he said aggressively if he wasn’t playing this

time.

“Why show care?” I rolled my eyes. “You have a girlfriend,” | said, reminding him once again, and this time he did look tirec of this subject being brought up repeatedly.

“What are you expecting me to say, Enya?” he asked, resting his hand on the counter and sighing. I could see his beautiful abs shining from the open shirt.

“The truth. The truth behind your relationship with Kellice,” I said, looking through his eyes and waiting for his response.