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Betrothed To The Heartless Heartbreak...

Chapter 8 Moving In

Word Count: 2265    |    Released on: 17/06/2022

he had some business to attend to in the South. Mom and I bought what I needed at home and the institution. After three days of spending with

k, Nigel fi

s time of night. Nigel's arrival beside the kitchen island was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue! As the light from the neighboring doorway shone upon him, he looked like one of those Greek gods I read in the books, too gorgeous and muscula

I cried i

ence. His face was enough to tell me that he was not expecting

aptured it and delivered it to my ears. His voice, soft b

intense desire I felt all over my body, I hugged him so fiercely that I never wanted to let him go. I notice

ou so much,

w whether I was incorrect or just dreaming things; I felt his hands softly embracing me back. Was this real, or was I dreaming? I cl

, it was a sight that I frequently saw in my mind. It felt so un

hts in the kitche

e awoken from a dream. I had to bring myself to

med while glancing

discovering a culprit. I stood by Nigel as I was

onounced her name

" she apologized as if condemning herself for intruding in

na, truly nothing," Nig

e atmosphere. He was now averting my gaze. Feeling the tensio

ge was still there, carelessly strewn on the floor. I took up his baggage and set

already..." I attempted

standing at my back, approximately two meter

ek ag

m stil

him. Seeing him with all the lights turned on wholly captivated

me you were coming," he re

astonished that I'm finally here with

y arrived, so I guess I'll have to deal with it, huh?" He used the same chilly indifference in his speech as he used to treat me at The Fie

anted to do now was stare at his lovely face. He didn't appear to mind my being in

nsated by leaning on the headrest. However, with his quick hand, he encircled my waist and drew me back to him so that my buttocks lay on his lap and my legs were som

r mine? "He said into my ear. His

to act in this manner. He had just hugged me back in the kitchen, then he became cold and di

with anything. All I felt was his hand around my waist

iving under my roof? Isn't this what you're expecting to happen?" H

gel...

ou currently using?

from him, but he was t

ing in your r

e point of wearing this.

not worn the see-through negligee that Mommy Carol had purchased for me last Tuesday? It was only meant to be used for pleasure a

gods te

I snapped out of my daydream... It was a lovely, tingling feel

my g

in while I was still fully conscious. But the more I drew away from him, the more he had me under con

gel

ing to imply that he was really involved in the lighthearted romantic c

osed my eyes and waited to see what happened next. I was eighteen, old enough

k

ing his breath since he was staring intently at my eyes. We were just about an inch apart on the lips. For the first time, I felt dee

ever, d

hands managed to put both of my feet on the floor. Then he rose as if nothing had occurred, strode

handled in this manner. First and foremost, he initiated it... for god's sake, he wanted to

d stared at me as if I

Althea, could you ju

him. "You want to kiss m

ea," he said quietly but

." "I nearly felt you liked me, too," I strained

h?" he cyni

it," I urg

but you also make assumptions. Oh

blatant lie! I had the impression he was r

re, and I'll repeat it: I'll never like or even marry you. Ple

creamed as I hurried by him in the

eling he was drawn to me in some way, b

hilly and indifferent every time we met one other, just as he had done while we were still in The Fields. N

e. We never ate breakfast or any other meal together. He was never present when I ate breakfast, and he would always ge

l me that the studio was off-limits, so I never went in there. She said that even she was barred from entering. She said that it was Nigel's hallowed sanctuary. When I heard about the private studio, I thought of Annie. His lo

in there. I would sit on the corridor floor,

of his artwork. Most of the time, I was curious about wha

f Mommy Carol's flower plantation, with the magnificent Sarmiento River on its right side. The latter, despite its enormity, was elegantly framed and displayed on the wall

me inside his hid

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