Chapitre 162: Dead

She just wanted him to coax her or at least ask her to go with him but he just left. She heard what Rowan said. 

There must be something going on for him to react that way. She understood it. But Esme couldn't help the constant discomfort in her chest. 

She wondered if she was the one who jinxed her own life. She kept assuming that things will go wrong if she took a step towards Aleister and nothing seemed right at this moment. 

She confessed her feelings and he told her that he won't marry her. What is that supposed to mean? Was she rejected? 

''Have a lot of thoughts in your mind? We can discuss it over some nice tea. We used to do it before anyway.'' 

Esme's fingers which were stroking the rose petals paused. 

...

'I hated the color which reminds me of the sea, my nightmares but as much as I hate the sea, I crave it too. Your eyes are my favorite. You are my favorite.'