บท 39: Bored

"Has my wife truly gotten bored?" Carlisle mused, his expression didn't look that piqued. I let out an exhale; he was slowly gaining my trust, and I hated myself for allowing it to happen. I hated that I felt my heart pound whenever he asked for my permission to hold me. I hated that I always leaned on him whenever he was near. I hated that I liked feeling him by my side. 

This was only because I was using him. I needed him to act as a buffer for Richter. He was the only man that could provide me protection. Even in his shadow, even as his prized mistress—I was desperate enough to be secondary to Francesca if it meant that I could stay by his side.