Eternal Devotion of Manifest/Chaennie

Chapter 4

Jennie's pov

The family dinner went well leaving Rosie to show me around her house which is more like a chateau for Princess Roseanne Park. I do not understand the vexation behind her honey-like voice, what I have ever done to cause her to blow like a pressure cooker when our gaze met across the dining table. She has been disregarding me while giving me the orientation of the house not even sparing a glance at me.

"You're my soon-to-be wife, what can I do to calm you? I mean what would make your wrath disappear?" I heeded her in the hallway on the blue carpet though she didn't respond.

"It's boring to talk with myself, I know you like me or find me attractive" I sneered getting in her way and meeting with her red face fuming with outrage.

She begins to walk closer to me inducing me to stroll backwards, "What do you think of yourself? You're so stunning, You might be pretty but you're such an egoistic person who knows nothing except putting a drama to show your wealth and power bu-"

My back hit the exterior so I spun us over pressing her back on the barricade and caging her in my arms which rowed her to halt speaking.

Watching her from this close was truly majestic, I was 16 when I commenced to see her in my dreams which frightened me. I instantly felt the intense pain in my heart as soon as I woke up from sleep though the dreams ceased when I found her 2 years back wandering on New York Street with her friends. 

Now, she was nothing merely a harmless human being. Her eyes were invading my heart, everything seemed to be on fire whenever she set her eyes on me. I cannot bear to be away from her after knowing her, conversing with her, touching her and most importantly feeling the way I only feel around her. The attraction shouldn't be this strong, right? My hands never itched to touch someone so badly, and it was the way she reacted to my touch which truly prompted me to witness how would she respond to me. I despise someone invading my mind though now I see her I can't help letting her take hold of me.

"What have I ever done to you that get you so angry?" my eyes diverted to her lips as she opened her mouth to respond.

"I do not know, maybe I don't want to get married to someone like you" She crossed her arms resting her back on the surface as if our being close wasn't affecting her the way it was simulating me.

"Someone like me?" I scowled. 

"You know, alcoholic, smoker, an addict and god knows what unholy things you do" She rolled her eyes which truly agonised me about how long I'm gonna hide our true business.

I hummed, "So you're saying if I won't do these things you wouldn't be furious and go back to sweet Rosie?"

"So-something like that" she shuttered.

During her observations, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of hurt. Yet, I maintained my playful demeanour, leaning in a bit closer, the air thickening with the unspoken anticipation.

"Oh, baby, I'm more than just those things you know," I whispered, my voice laced with a hint of mischief. "You see, I'm a complicated blend of chaos and charm, and you, my dear, are the only one who seems to unravel me."

She shot me a sceptical glance, but I could detect a faint blush colouring her cheeks. "Don't flatter yourself. I've dealt with people like you before."

"Ah, but have you dealt with someone willing to change for you?" I ridiculed, delineating an invisible pattern on the surface between us. "Maybe, just maybe, I'm willing to be the person you never knew you needed."

Her gaze decompressed, and for a moment, I saw a glimmer of uncertainty in her eyes. The atmosphere crackled with an unspoken camaraderie as I continued, my tone dipped in a seductive melody.