Chương 18: Chapter Eighteen

Looking back at it, he has done so much for her. There were various things he did without her knowing, her wedding anniversary bracelet was only the start.

It wasn't until later, did she find out how rare the jade really was, yet he presented it to her like it was nothing. He had given her the choice whether or not to keep or just toss it away if she did not like it.

But how could she dare? even if she had not accepted him that time, he still thought of her. That alone was more than enough of a reason for her to keep it, it rarely ever leaves her wrist.

She appreciates everything he has done, the small and big things, but in particular it was the small gestures that moved her heart she once thought would never feel moved in years.

Simply eating together, walking in the garden...just being in each other's presence made her feel content.

It was times like this she wished time would slow down for her, but she knew time wouldn't stop for her. After all, time waits for no one.

If her husband had known what she was thinking, he would have used all his manpower to make time stop or at least do something that would make time seem slower...

Whatever his wife wanted, he would give, even if she wanted the world, he would give it to her on a silver platter.

She didn't need to do much to make him happy, he is a simple man (in his thoughts alone that is) he is happy as long his wife reciprocates his feelings, just talking, walking, little affectionate actions like holding hands and hugging make his heart swell up.

Sometimes he finds it hard to breathe in her presence, suffocating even. Everything she does affects him. Her silence, sadness, pain, strength, warmth and her awkward kindness.

Kagura watched him silently, unaware that her usually dull eyes were filled with warmth. One that made others feel comfortable and warm. Her normally sharp ice gold orbs seemed to have melted, at this moment her honey like eyes gleamed with a warmth that pulled mortals and immortals towards her.

Her gaze was especially loving, how could Masamune who is sensitive to her changes not notice her heated gaze. He looked at her square in the eye, feeling somewhat embarrassed being stared at so thoroughly by the woman he loved.

In this situation shouldn't it be the other way around?! Why is he the one embarrassed ?! For some reason he felt as though he lost something...his dignity as a man among men...