The Mafia's Bride Trapped In His Love

Chapter 28: Are you jealous, love?

Dexter POV

"I assume you are shy to approach me so here I am, popping myself in front of you. I entered her room, proudly announce my presence.

"You assume wrongly." She raised a brow, challenging me. She leaned against the headboard with a book in her hand.

"So, you want me to go then?" I asked, feigning a sad face. I noticed the way she gazes at me, as though she was debating about something silently or looking for the best answer to my question.

"Alright, I got that look." I walked towards the door, but before my hand reaches the doorknob, her voice stopped me.

"Can we have a drink?"

Leisurely, I spun around, facing her. "A drink?" I confirmed, in case I heard it wrong.

The small nod from her erased my doubt. "But you can't have anything that will make you drunk." I reminded her.

"That sounds familiar though." She trailed off. It looks like something is disturbing her mind.

"Are you okay, love? Is there anything bothering you?" I was now standing next to her, lowering my head to examine her.

"Nothing, but what you said earlier sound familiar. I think I heard it somewhere before"

"It was you who said it to me before. Here, in the same room when I asked you the same question."

"It was after your outburst and," she reached my hand, observing my knuckles. "You injured your hand and I helped you to clean it. Then, we were sitting there, having our drink after that. Is that so?" She pointed to the balcony where the same coffee table is still there. 

"My goodness! You remembered it!" I exclaimed, kneeling beside her, so I can have a better view of her. The excitement was all over me, there is progress in her memory.

"It wasn't a dream?"

"No, that was real." A smile slowly formed on her face as he heard my statement. I couldn't help but reach her face and caressing her soft skin.

"I'm glad you're slowly remembering our memories. I bet soon I will be able to love you freely." I told her honestly. 

"Love me freely?"

"Yeah, I mean touching you, hugging you, kissing you, or more than that without you throwing me out from the room." I let my fingers trailing to her arm and unexpectedly she slapped me away.

"Don't try to flirt with me." She narrowed her eyes, but not with an angry look. I could see she starts to open her heart again, slowly letting me marking my territory once again. That is good progress.

"I will save that for another time," I winked, a smirk finds its way to my face.

"By the way, what do you want to drink? I think a cup of hot milk will be a good idea."

"What if I say no?"

"Looks like mommy doesn't have a choice other than a hot milk."

"So daddy, can you please make me one? I don't want it from other people."

"Damn! Don't tease me like that. You're going to kill me."

The smug smile that clouded her face didn't go unnoticed. It proved that she knew how her words impacted me, and doubtless, she purposely did that to provoke me.

With her request, I proceed to the kitchen. It only took me a while to come back to the room with a cup of hot milk and a coffee. She sat on the balcony while waiting for me.