Chapitre 392: Jealous

"I didn't know what else to do, Iona," Rolfe replied, tilting his head as if she was asking a stupid question. He was watching his mate and he was going to do that for the rest of his life or till he got married to her, whichever came first or last, or whatever. His thoughts were jumbled and her scent was making him lusty. Basically, he didn't know what to do without her. His life had literally changed overnight. 

"We just met a few days back Rolfe and you are pinning your hopes on me. Marriage is something I just don't see at the moment." 

He grinned at her. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss on her forehead. Last night when she had just brushed her lips against his, he knew he was ruined forever. There would be no one else now. He inhaled her scent as he kissed her forehead. "You are the cutest thing I have ever seen in my life," he said. "Come, join me for breakfast. I have baked various breads for you and a dish which you would love." Saying that he left.