āCome to think of it, you wanted that Jewelled Sword before, didnāt you?ā
What caught his gaze was a sword hanging on the wall. It was mounted into the wall as decoration, but its blade was still sharp. As he made his way toward it, someone hugged him from behind and he stopped moving.
A small, weak voice, as small as if it were coming from an ant. The arms which hugged his broad back were slender and fragile, barely wrapping themselves around him, even when they were spread out to embrace him.
āEven if itās for meā¦. Pleaseā¦ā¦ā
Rowena buried her face into his back while crying fearfully; his back started to become damp with tears.
āIām scared. Pleaseā¦ā
For the past three years, he had appeared to be a gentleman, but it was hard to tell when he will show his beastly instincts and attack back.
The man who sat in the seat next to her, with his side profile looking out the window, had a bored look on his face. His eyes and nose were sharp and sculpted, just enough to give her goosebumps.
The first impression of Killian Devonshire was so strong that Rowena remembered it until this day.
A man who was always calm and collected.
Thatās why she was afraid of what he looked like now. Scared that he was losing his reason, that she didnāt know how far he would go, which made her hands quiver even more.
āMiss Philone, Do you have any idea how much of Killianās reputation was tarnished because of you alone?
āSince heās at that age, any woman he takes now is fine, itās better than me going around to find one. Thatās the only reason why Iām putting up with you.
āPlease take your birth control pills properly, if you carry a dirty bastard child in your lowly belly, I wonāt be silent.
The insults poured down continuously upon her, but when she heard that last line, her blood froze from head to toe. However, she had to accept it obediently, just as she had always done so far.
She had to be patient this time as wellā¦patientā¦.
If only it werenāt for these rebellious thoughts, that she never even knew she had, which appeared in her head.
āHeā¦ he cares for me.
āSo if we were to have a childā¦ it wonāt be as Godmother wants.
It was okay to insult and humiliate her, she is used to that by now.
But she couldnāt stand the idea of treating a child, who hadnāt been born yet, as trash and filth.
Itās her child, but it was also Killianās child. It was their child.
It was the next moment that the Marchionessās face distorted and her hand swiftly came down on her cheek making a loud sound.
Everything that had happened to her was a result of her own actions. Her impulses got the better of her.
āIt was my faultā¦.ā
Rowena hugged the man who stood still like a wall of ice, neither pushing her away, nor hugging her back, but he was her lifeline.
āItās all my faultā¦ā
Something pressed down on her chest, blocking her airways, she couldnāt breath, her sight went black, her consciousness began to fade and she felt the strength leaving her hands.
A large, firm hand supported her body, yet her consciousness was still slipping away.