’Then how should I tell you how I ended up choosing you as my wife?’
Canillas talked to Joanna inwardly, still fixing his eyes on hers, which reflected his dazed state.
’Will you believe if I tell you that I chose you because your na stirred my heart when my eyes laid on your na that night? Will you believe , not judging of being a liar and insane man, when I tell you that your na had power to pull toward you, thus we are together here now?’
Canillas still asked Joanna in his silence while wishing her to understand the quiet questions that he could not speak out loud at her.
’Will you believe if I tell you that your na has turned into a different man and that I am myself wondering about every one of my actions towards you until I forget about my perspectives about marriage, or perhaps I changed those perspectives because of your na?’
Canillas continued to ask Joanna in silence, who was puzzled by his silence.
’Will you believe if I say that I really wanted to see you, the lady whose na has caused ripples in my heart, and how I was disappointed and infuriated when I found your room empty in my ho? Will you think of as a liar if I tell you that I was worried when my mother told you left my ho because you were sick?’
Canillas thought back to the ti when his anticipation dimd when he found her absence at his ho, and his worry grew when he heard her sick.
’If I tell you that, will you tell what spell you have cast on through your na so that I ended up with you here, still staying by your side, craving your presence around even after you offered your cold side all this ti?’
Canillas tightened the grip on the edges of the stool where the wondering lady sat, preventing his hands from moving up to caress her cheeks.
’Will you tell then why I beca like this miserable man who couldn’t let you go when you asked to, Joanna?’
The uneasy feelings that he felt when he read her na that night suddenly erged inside him again at the mont.
’Was it because of a sin in the past...?’
Canillas was unable to continue his silent question as the question that had never appeared in his mind before suddenly erged like a bolt from the blue as he stared longer into the hazel eyes that glead by the flickering glow of the illumination of warm light that engulfed them.
"Sir Canillas."
A soft voice that lodically called his na stread into his ears, but Canillas did not make a response as he was still dwelling on the sudden question that seed to pull his consciousness.
"Sir Canillas."
The soft, lodious voice that called his na was heard again in his ears, and Canillas finally blinked his eyes, choosing to awaken from his stupor, as if dwelling longer into that question would make him sink deeper to the point he would never be able to surface again.
"Number eight," Canillas said in his slightly hoarse voice as he suppressed certain emotions from arising inside him.
And he had to surface because he still wanted to see the figure of the lodious voice that called his na.
Forcing himself to form a smile despite the mixed feeling that wreaked havoc inside him, Canillas tried to reassure the worried lady, who appeared clearly in his sight once he regained his focus back on her.
anwhile, the worried lady, the figure of the lodious voice that Canillas still wanted to see, had indeed been worried about the unusual state of the man, who previously appeared mischievous and pestered her a lot to suddenly stay deep in silence, longer than what normality could take.
And now, when he suddenly responded to her, answering her inquiry, she could only look at him with a frown at the words coming from him.
Noticing the puzzle look on the lady’s face that was getting more apparent with ti, Canillas chuckled while holding back from tucking a few strands of her hair that rested on her cheek behind her ear.
"Because your na was written at number eight on the list, I chose you, Lady Joanna de Lara, as my wife." Canillas made up an answer for his bewildered wife, looking straight into her eyes with a smile. "And because number eight is my favorite number, Lady Joanna de Lara is here now with as my wife," he added.
"So, if you wanted to bla soone who was at fault for making you end up as my wife, then go bla the castle, who wrote your na on my favorite number." Canillas attempted to mask the uneasy feelings that surged inside him with a playful remark. He also tried to lighten the atmosphere between them, as he did not want his enigmatic wife to wonder a lot about his oddness.
Deep down in his heart, he was also sorry for not telling her the truth.
’One day, if you have accepted as your husband, I will tell you the truth, Joanna.’ Canillas talked to the puzzled Joanna in silence.
He considered that if she was not distancing herself from him anymore, accepting him completely as her husband, and embracing their future as husband and wife together wholeheartedly, it was the day when he would talk to her about everything that he kept from her all this ti.
As in Canillas’ mind, if he told Joanna the truth, while he, himself, was also unable to fully believe that all of his actions were moved by her na, he doubted that she would believe when he told her about what he felt at that ti.
On the other hand, the puzzled Joanna again lost the ability to form a word to respond to the answer that was once again out of the list of her predictions.
It was because her na was written at number eight that she ended up becoming his wife.
Joanna literally did not know how to respond to it. But what answer did she expect to co from him when they were completely strangers to begin with?
He was likely confused about whom to choose at that ti. Hence, he took a shortcut by taking the simplest way to take soone as his wife, and unfortunately, she was listed on that favorite number of his.
Should she bla the castle, like he suggested then? Joanna took an inward sigh at the teasing suggestion of the cunning man who was now smiling at her.
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