Chapter 34
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Tinis vou, G–Grandma. ”
“Oh, sweetheart. I miss you too. But your father said you’re having a lot of fan there. I’m happy for you. I even saw your pictures,
“P–Pictures?” I asked, gripping the phone tighter.
Yes, pictures George has been sending me since you got there.”
I clenched my fists, tears streaming down my face. My good–for–nothing father even had the audacity to edit my pictures.
Even staring at the full–bloom red roses in front of me didn’t help.
“Are you crying. Camille!”
7–Im not Grandma
My grandmother chuckled on the other end of the line. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, trying to hold back a sob
“Don’t worry about me or the farm. We’re doing great. Your father even hired helpers here.”
“Helpers“”
“Yes, and George is the one financing their salaries. I guess he really wants you to stop worrying about me
I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. At least that man did something good.
study there if you want.”
“So, Camille, just enjoy yourself there. We miss you, and we’ll be waiting for your return, but don’t rush. You can
Grandma bid me goodbye, and I was thankful for that because I almost told her that I wasn’t living the life my father had described to her.
I was like a prisoner in a castle.
Alone. Sad, Missing everything back home..
My life at the farm
My grandmother.
My friends.
Even the flowers
Icned harder, ignaring the helpers who trailed my every move in the Anderson estate.
I had come to the garden, hoping the sight of plants and flowers would soothe me, but it did nothing to ease the loneliness weighing down on inc
Still sobbing, I reached out and plucked a rose. Its thorn pricked my hand, drawing blood.
“Mrs. Anderson“” Lilia–one of the helpers–shouted. I knew it would only be a matter of seconds before she rushed over to grab my hand.
But instead of Lalia’s, a large hand wrapped around my wrist.
“Why are you crying like a child and hurting yourself, wife? A cold, baritone voice cut through my distress.
I
turned around, my vision blurred with tears.
tears. But eve
even through the haze, I knew exactly who stood before me.
I still recognized him even though I hadn’t seen him in a month–not since our so–called “wedding!
Oh, this man. He even had the nerve to ask me that! To call me wife!
Who wouldn’t cry after being imprisoned here!
The only good thing about his forced marriage on me was his gift–the document I received the last time I saw him.
Chapter 31
Proof that he had paid off all the farm’s debts to the bank,
“Stop crying and doing something stupid like this,” he said, drowing the roses he had taken from my hand.
I tried to pull my wrist away from him, but his grip remained firm, his fingers p
pressing against my skin.
Get me the first aid kit and set the dining table. I want an early dinner with my wife,” he said, and before I could say a word. I was already up in the
air–carried by Liam Anderson.
“Put me down-” I started, my hands pushing against his solid chest, but he didn’t even flinch.
*Shut up, wiffe, or do you want my lips to shut you up?”
My eyes widened, and my face heated. I remembered the last time I felt his lips on mine.
“Good girl he muttered, and I stopped myself from grabbing and pulling his hair.
I still want to go back home alive.
He carried me inside and sat me on the couch in his large living room.
“Let me treat her wound. Mr. Anderson-
“No, I can do it myself, Liam said coldly.
Lilia smiled and stepped away.
“Don’t move,” he said when I tried to pull my hand away as he placed it on his lap.
“This is just a small cut–ouch!”
A sharp sting shot through my hand as he dabbed antiseptic onto the wound, and I bit my lip to keep from wincing.
“A small cut, yet you look like you’re about to cry again from the pain, huh?” he mocked, holding my wrist to keep me from pulling away.
“How could I not be in pain! You-
I wasn’t able to finish my
y sentence.
d frel
Before I could say another word, Liam did something unexpected. He leaned in and gently blew on my wound.
My heart quickened its pace-
I stared at Liam Anderson as he applied medicine to my wound. He looked gesale while treating me. His eyes still held no emotion, but I could he was different from the man I had first met–the one who didn’t even blink while pointing a gun at my father.
“Are you having fun staring at my handsome face, Camilliana?”
1 blinked, realizing too late that I had, in fact, been staring at him.
Conceited.
1 scoffed, yanking my hand away from his grasp, but he caught it again effortlessly, his grip firm but not painful
Tm not! If anything, I was just wondering how a man with a face like yours could have such an insufferable personality—”
“You didn’t deny it. You were staring,” he said with a smirk, cutting me off.
There was an emotion in his green eyes now—a playful one.
*Don’t worry, wife. You can stare all you want. I won’t stop you.”
“Tin not staring at you!” I retorted, but the warmth spreading through my face betrayed me.
Liam chuckled, and the smirk on his lips didn’t vanish as he continued treating my hand. I didn’t even know why it took him so long when it
just a small cut..
“It’s done. Let’s eat now”
1 pulled iny hand away from his lap and stood up. “I don’t have any appetite. I don’t want to cat,”
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They und you
bird, you’re getting thin, and if you don’t want your grandmother to be shocked
That in if you’re going to be a good girl-
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mi said behind me before taking my hand and intertwining our fingers.
Whatever be waited for to do. I would follow him. I didn’t even care if he came home with me. I just wanted to go back home.
