Those words sounded so needlessly vulgar and harsh even to my own ears and my attitude was unbearable. However, I couldn’t stop myself and I couldn’t take my words back. I didn’t even understand why I was saying all these things to taunt him when I had nothing to gain from it besides even more bitterness.
I expected Bradon to yell at but he just stood up silently. I felt my lips quivering as I watched him silently walk away from toward the kitchen door. His lack of reaction and the fact that he didn’t even bother to explain anything to or deny my accusations only angered and frustrated even more.
“You don’t even have anything to say?” I called after him.
Bradon paused in front of the door before he slowly opened it. Just when I thought that he would leave without saying anything, I heard him let out a long sigh.
“Do whatever you want. You’re not going to listen to anyways,” he said before walking out of the room.
All I could do was stare at the closed door in shock at how cold and uncaring he sounded. Unpleasant emotions welled up inside of and made feel like I was on the verge of drowning. I wanted to cry it all out but at the sa ti I just couldn’t do it. The pain that seed to tear up my insides felt unbearable and made feel so empty.
Maybe I was hurt when I realized that he could give up for the price of a few casino licenses and so shares in so businesses that I didn’t even know about. It was probably because the deal sounded very sweet even to that I was even more surprised by just how hurt I still felt regardless of the days that had passed by since then.
I let out a frustrated growl and then a scream as I lifted up the closest plate that my hand could reach. My hand halted midair just as I was about to throw the plate down when I was reminded that I was the one who cooked the food and that I would be causing trouble for the maids. Either that, or I had to clean up after my own ss.
“I have enough ss to clean up already...” I muttered to myself as I carefully placed the plate back down on the kitchen counter.
I scoffed and then laughed at the ridiculous state that I was in. Since Bradon did tell to do whatever I wanted, I took it that he had agreed for to go along with Desmond’s plans. Things didn’t turn out the way that I wanted them to, but I had managed to get him to let do what I wanted.
...
The prince was delighted when I called to let him know that I had agreed to our deal. I made sure to state all the terms and conditions for to collaborate with him but Desmond seed too happy that I wasn’t sure if he was even actively listening to those terms. It felt like so weight had been lifted off of my chest and that made believe that I must have made the right decision.
Unfortunately, I didn’t feel completely free of my troubles and that was because Bradon had been avoiding ever since that day in the kitchen. This ti, I didn’t even bother asking Jenna for tips in fear that she would ask about what happened last ti. I didn’t want to go into the details with any one and I also doubted that the sa trick would work twice on Brandon.
The king was still hanging on to dear life in the sense that his heart was still beating. According to Desmond, the end was near for the king and that also ant that I would need to make my appearance as Dahlia soon. Strangely enough, the thought of publicly returning as Dahlia frightened . I had thought that there might be so kind of liberating feeling associated with my return as myself but that wasn’t quite the case. Maybe I had gotten used to hiding behind my sister’s face and na.
There was definitely so safety and security that ca along with using Diana’s identity. Everyone had always been kinder and more considerate towards her. Her smile could change people’s mind for the better and get them to agree with her on almost anything. Her words felt like a soft law that people felt compelled to obey. I understood that better than anyone after having walked and lived in her shoes.
Life as Dahlia was just different...
“You’re not going to stop ?” I asked as I paused at the mansion door.
Zain stood at his usual station with a polite smile on his face. To my surprise, he didn’t make a move to stop from leaving the mansion.
“I have no orders to stop you from leaving. However, it would put my mind at ease if you will allow to escort you when you go out,” Zain said with a polite bow.
I pressed my lips together as I stared back at the man. Interesting enough, it seed like the orders that he had received had changed.
“Are you saying that I don’t need to take you with if I don’t want to?” I inquired with narrowed eyes.
“Yes, that is right. You are allowed to leave the mansion without a guard but it would be better for you to bring a guard with you...” Zain replied.
I could tell that he was reciting what Bradon must have ordered him to do. This sudden return of my absolute freedom of mobility surprised and I didn’t know what to make of it. Funnily enough, this was all that I wanted all along. The ability to go wherever I wanted, whenever I wanted without soone tagging along all the ti...
“Is it no longer dangerous for to go out and about?” I asked curiously.
“I am uncertain but I assu that the prince will arrange for your escort if you are going out to see him,” Zain replied matter-of-factly.
–To be continued...
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