Chapter 13: Chapter 13

It's night and I have decided to call my mother, to let her know about my day. I couldn’t pick her call earlier so I decided to do it now.

"Hello," I said.

"Hello Love, How are you? Are you alright? Does Lawrence treat you right? Are you happy? You are not angry at us, are you?"

I smiled when I heard my mother's melodious voice. A feeling of solace rushed in me.

"I am well, Mother. You also know Lawrence, he'll never cause any harm to me. I don't regret marrying Lawrence and no, I am not angry at you," I answered her every question.

“In fact… No, leave it.” I think I am glad I married the best man.

Mother sighed in relief and said, "I am glad."

"By the way mother, We changed the reception date and place." I told them.

"Really? When is it?" She asked.

"On 22nd, at Bayford mansion,".

"At home? Anyways. I am elated that you are doing well. Have you received your clothes? I got everything in them, did you check?" She asked, vexed about me.

"Oh yes, I got it in the morning. You got everything, thanks." I smiled.

"Okay love, We will come tomorrow to meet you guys," Mother said and my face lit up with exuberance when I heard that.

"I am waiting for you!" I said cheerfully.

"Take care."

"Take care," I said as I cut the call, grinning to myself until Lawrence’s voice called me from behind.

"What happened? Looking so blithe and all." I saw Lawrence entering the room, arching at my glee.

"Yes! Mother and Father are coming tomorrow." I beamed.

He hummed in response, returning with a smile to show he is delighted because I am.

"So, You're gonna complain how badly I treat you or not?" Lawrence teased as he plopped himself on the couch, smirking at me.

"Yeah... I'll tell them that you treat me very badly and didn't even help me in the preparations of Reception," I smirked at him, faking sadness.

"Oh? Then I better be prepared for a scolding." He nodded, putting his arm under his head, closing his eyes.

“You better be.” I nodded.

We both laughed a little, exchanging a tender glance, a strange exquisite one but broke it before it could last longer than a heartbeat.

"Are you going to work tomorrow?" I asked vaguely, turning my head away, climbing under the covers.

"Yeah, I have to, Besides, I want to give you some space." Lawrence said, closing his eyes. I nodded and lay on the bed and covered myself with the duvets.

I was about to sleep but then Lawrence called me, "Evelyn..."

I hummed, not opening my eyes.

"Can I ask you something?" He asked hesitantly.

"What?"

"Are you happy with me?" He asked worriedly. My eyes fluttered open with racing heart rate to perceive his innocent question.

I sat up and looked at him, looking at me sorrowfully with a glimmer of woe I never saw in his eyes and it hurt me involuntarily.

"What are you talking about, Lawrence?" I asked, not getting his words.

"I mean... are you fine with me being your husband? Do you really want to spend the rest of your life with me?" He asked, not raising his gaze, voice laced with the fear of hearing something he didn't want.

I rose from bed and came to him. I said beside him, glancing at him tensely, “Why do you keep asking it?” I asked in a bare whisper.

“Because I don’t think I am a good husband.” He confessed in a broken voice which left me baffled.

He was looking down in dismay, nibbling on his bottom lip nervously.

"Evelyn... I don't want to force you. If you think we can't work this marriage, tell me. I won't bind you with me forcefully." He said, trying to reassure me.

I swallowed hard and put my hand over his, whispering his name affectionately, "Lawrence... Lawrence, look at me."

Whispering, I moved my other hand and cupped his cheek with my other hand, making him look at me, returning him a faint smile.

He stared into my eyes for a few seconds before whispering sorrowfully and my heart clenched when his resonance came out croaked.

"I am sorry for ruining your life."

"Lawrence, there's nothing with us or our bond. Listen, you are the guy any girl would dream to have and I am so lucky to have a husband like you in my life." I said softly, trying to console him.

"But I entered your life without your will." He reasoned.

"And I have no regrets. I am blessed to have you in my life. I don't think anyone could take care of me like you do. You care about me so much, prioritize me, make me feel endeared....”

I continued, telling him what he managed to make me feel in these forty-eight hours of our marriage.

“So tell me, why would I want to leave a guy who treats me with such affection?" I asked with a feeble giggle, giving his hand a gentle squeeze, stroking his hand with my thumb.

“Really?” He asked expectantly.

“Yes.” I grinned and nodded.

His lips curved upwards in relief, content to hear this, "Thank you, Evelyn. I am so happy to have you in my life."

"It's just a day and you did so much, I am sure you will prove yourself as the best husband. I might even get an award for it." I assured him.

"Are you truly sure?" He asked vaguely.

I grinned and nodded. "Yes."

His lips curled in a smile and I sat up, ruffling his hairs, "Don't think too much. I am sure we are a great pair."

I chuckled and was about to leave my bed but he held my hand and called me, "Evelyn..."

A chill went up my spine as a satisfactory sensation surged in me.

"Hmm?" I lowered my gaze, having a lovely sensation in me, I don't understand how he enchants me by mere nothing, how perfectly his fingers fit around my wrist.

"Thank you. I am thankful for the fate that binds me with you." He said, letting go of my hand.

Instantly, when he let go of my hand, I missed his warmth. I looked at him and replied with a 'me too', going to bed and drifting to sleep, ending my day filled with calamity with a lull.