Enchantment of the Miss

Chapter 15

I pretended not to hear the horse arriving in front of my house as I continued cleaning the house. My emotions had been through a roller coaster yesterday but most of it due to rage. By midnight, exhaustion caught me and right now I am just tired. Besides, what's the point of putting up a fight. Even if Alezzander is truly married, it's not like he got something from me. I am not a mistress, that's a truth. I haven't even agreed to anything.

I felt Alezzander's presence entered the door. Maybe he though I haven't realized he's home already. I continued wiping my sink.

"Hey,"

His scent invaded me even before I heard his voice. His arms went around my shoulders, hugging me from behind. I froze. I've never been this close to anyone before. I haven't even been hugged for a long time and definitely not this tight.

"I missed you," he whispered against my left ear.

A painful grip tightens against my chest, almost bringing me to tears. This shouldn't happen. He shouldn't act like. I shouldn't even feel like this!

I mustered all my strength and lazily pulled away from his hug. "You're home early," I walked away from him and into the table.

"I'm actually late," Our distance didn't even reach a meter because he's instantly behind me. Darn this small house! "I would have been here hours ago if not for that..."

I blinked at the hesitation, like he's about to spill a secret.

"Anyway, how have you been?" he asked cheerfully, changing the topic.

"Fine," I answered coldly. I continued pretending to clean the table as he stayed close.

"You sounded sick. You didn't miss me that much, did you?" he jests but I didn't respond. I clenched my teeth. It wasn't even funny.

"Hey," he reached my right arm and tried to make me face him. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I harshly pulled back my arm. I gave up pretending to clean the table as I strolled for the door. I need some air.

"Giselle," he groaned in frustration as he reached for my arm again. "What is it?" he asked patiently.

"Nothing!" I snapped. I tried pulling back my arm but he didn't let me go. "Why are you here anyway?! This isn't your home!"

"I'm here because you're here. Is there a difference?" his voice slightly raised his voice, trying to make a point.

"I'm not a bloody fool!" I scowled, still trying to pull back my arm, but his grip didn't waver. "Why don't you go home to your wife!"

"What?!"

Confusion was all over his face and for a second I want to believe that he's innocent. But my pride got the better of me and before I knew it, I slapped him using my left hand. Everything went silent as I felt my hand go numb in stinging pain. He looked back at me in disbelief or at least that's what I saw through my blurring vision.

I bit my lower lip to control my tears. I wanted to spat at him, curse him to my heart's content, but I don't want to cry. Especially not infront of him.

His grip tightened in my arm as his face hardened. My heart jumped in panic at the thought of him being angry but then he slowly took a deep breath. His face relaxed.

"Someone came," he concluded more to himself, but I heard it anyway. "Who is it?" he demanded in a cold voice.

I looked away. "Your wife," I answered bitterly.

Next thing I know, he tugged me closer. My cheeks flattened against his chest as he threw his arms around my shoulders. He leaned his face closer to mine.