Hidden Flames [The Ludovicas: Second Generation Book Three]

Eleven | Hollowness

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KIAN

What the fuck is wrong with me?

"She is my wife. Not a spy."

"...I didn't expect you to be this protective of her already..."

I am not being protective of her.

I just didn't like Mea indirectly accusing her of something she would never do.

I never wanted to have a girlfriend let alone a wife. Marriage is not my thing. But now she is here and... it's so weird.

She should be a burden to me, I want nothing to do with her but surprisingly she isn't. The only thing she does is give me headaches and invade my personal space.

Twelve years back, when I saved her, for the first time someone had looked at me with so much trust and hope and that someone happened to be a complete stranger.

For the first time in my life, I was overwhelmed with the amount of trust she had in her eyes for me.

Maybe that was the only reason I kept her teddy bear. It's not like I looked at it every day but it was there and I didn't feel like throwing it away.

The only reason I am controlling myself around her is because of Dad's condition. That's it.

Be loyal and treat her right and I will get my freedom in a year.

Treat her right.

That's exactly what I am doing. Not being protective of her but just trying to treat her right even though I don't know what that is exactly.

I never had someone tied to me before, this is new for me.

I don't touch strangers until and unless it's to hurt or kill them yet I didn't hesitate in holding her hand the other day.

Constant affection and idle talks make no sense to me but where Irene is concerned, those two things make up her whole personality and I need to stay the fuck away from her before I lose my mind.

There was no condition that I had to spend each day with her, I could go away for a while, get some peace and then decide what to do with her.

Sitting in my office, I stared at the flower bouquet on my desk. It was the seventh day in a row when I got a paper flower bouquet on my desk.

Ever since I added Irene's fingerprint, she has taken the liberty to enter my office and leave a bouquet behind. Every day.

I don't know what she is trying to do with it. She makes so much mess.

I placed it aside and continued with my work, arranging for a meeting to happen in NYC instead of here.

That would give me a valid reason to leave just in case anyone decides to do an investigation. Hint: Dad.

Which reminds me of how silent he has been for the past few weeks. No calls or texts.

On normal days, he used to call me every day but ever since I got married...

Knowing Dad, I am sure he must be spying on us hence no need to call.

I am getting new cameras installed or better yet, removing all the cameras inside the house.

But first, I need to pack my clothes.

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I was folding my clothes and putting them in the trolley suitcase placed on the bed when Irene came back from work.