Capítulo 13: Chapter 13

FIVE days. I couldn't believe I’ve been here in a strange place for five days now. I regret I didn't ask Fiore where this location was. I trusted him so much that I agreed to accompany him wherever he went. There was no questioning or anything. If only I'd known, I'd know where I was. And comprehend why the weather was warm in the morning and freezing in the evening.

Today, the sun is excessively warm and blistering. I desperately wanted to get some fresh air outside yet the hotness of the sun could somehow dissolve my skin. I likewise wanted to help tidy up things with Xylon who was continually cleaning, putting together each seemingly insignificant detail around me. He's setting up everything, cleaning, fixing things. He's cooking and doing carpentry, he performs every single manly thing a woman is looking for husband material. I wanted to sincerely help him, but he doesn't want me to.

"Give me that thing. I'll do the sweeping." I snatched the broom from him.

"Give it back to me," he said trying to retrieve the broom but I pulled away immediately.

"Don't be a nitpick, Xylon. I'm just helping you." I started sweeping the dirt. "If this is your way of making up with me, it's not working. You could work hard to please me but you will never be forgiven."

He didn't say anything. But I know his eyes were still on me.

"It suits you," he spoke at once.

"H-Ha?" I paused and looked at him.

His neck was about to break when he peeked under the long t-shirt I was wearing. This shirt belongs to Fiore. It’s the best I can wear while this arse is with me!

I had a plan to wear something sexy. Because I thought, it's only me and Fiore. I didn’t know that even Xylon was included in this supposedly pre-nuptial holiday. So I only brought lingeries and sexy dresses. It was sweltering when I woke up this morning so I decided not to wear anything underneath this shirt. Anyway, it was long enough to cover what is supposed to be hidden beneath it.

But the beast, he even has an appetite to obviously peek! Voyeuristic!

I stood up straight and covered the back of my thighs with my hand.

"You're really rude! What are you looking at?" I scolded him.

He raised two eyebrows. He shook his head. “Nothing,” he said.

"Nothing? You're looking at... at... uh... at my... You’re looking under my shirt!" Ugh! Why is it so hard to talk to him?

"Of course not!"

A very great pretender!

"I just thought, sweeping and cleaning suits you. As a matter of fact, you’re ready, ‘ya know," he said while touching his chin and still checking on me.

"Ready for what?" I glared at him as a warning. I gripped the broom tightly with my hand, ready to hit him in case he’s going to tease me again.

Xylon naughtily smirked and stepped backward. I think he already knew that whatever he says about me, everything around me will be flying through his face. So he stepped back once before and then opened his mouth.

"You are ready to be my wife!" His eyebrows were moving up and down. And when I stepped to hit him with the broom, he rapidly ran. My nostrils flare with annoyance.

That jerk! Manwhore, childish wrench. He’s gonna get it later!

I continued what I was doing. I actually proceeded with the cleaning. After I swept the floor, I arranged the books scattered and piled under the centre table.

Books about music. How to make a song? How does music affect a poem?

The books were outdated, though. The pages were fading in colour, a full proof that they had been used for a very long time. Maybe, a master musician owns these books. Probably, Fiore's old relatives who lived here before were musicians. They used these books to inspire others. Or simply to create music that will never be forgotten.

I suddenly remembered Fiore again. He’s always haunting my mind. He’s not going to disappear from my system that easily.

I stared at the closed door. Fiore would have emerged from there. And then he will tell me, he forgives me. And our wedding which is set for two days is still on. He didn't postpone it. He will be holding my wedding ring —our wedding ring— and then he will kiss me. What we did together was not wasted. Our preparations. And he will still accept me and admit that going away, leaving me with an arsehole was such a huge mistake! But then...

Apparently, it wasn't Fiore who appeared from the door. The most arrogant man I’ve ever met and hated to see in my whole life! Carrying branches tied in bunches. Shirtless, except for his thin boxers.

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