Chapter 22: Chapter 22

My breath hitched when I momentarily trembled at the voice of Lawrence behind me, his breath lingering over my neck.

“Don’t stress, Dear. It’s going to be alright.” He whispered sweetly.

My voice stuck in my throat when I felt his hot breath on my neck, sending shivers to my core, forming goosebumps over my skin.

My eyes met his, smirking at my stressed form. And when I looked at him, I lost everything, staring at him and forgetting everything.

God, How his looks affect me so much.

But, My sweet moment was destroyed when Loraine; Our head maid came.

"Ma'am, we're out of golden balloons and we don't have petals we're gonna use to decorate your path."

My anger came back with much force as I glared at Lawrence, who was smiling sweetly at me because he knows I'm going to explode, “Sweet-”

"Where the hell is my dress!? Where are the things I told you to get? Where's the other Idiot?"

"Don't strain yourself. Your dress is in our room and I have brought all the things you asked me and here is the other idiot." He said pointing at Adrian.

"Where were you? I told you to arrange the carpet."

"Looks like my sister in law is too excited. Everything you said is done." He teased but I am not in the mood for any of this.

Or is me or his tone is slightly changed with me?

"You guys are so late. Everyone is busy so you're gonna blow up the balloons." They looked at me surprised.

"Why?" They both said at the same time.

"Because I said so," I turned and left, leaving them with no choice but to obey.

After a while, when I became sure that everything's gonna be fine, I walked around and saw Uncle Ray and Uncle Shawn laughing, Smiling at them.

I went to see Lawrence. I stopped outside the room and saw him blowing up the balloons.

"Oh Evelyn, Seems like we have hired two more servants." Danielle came, teasing them.

"Go away, Wooden Door," Adrian yelled at Danielle.

"I don't wanna stay either, Bulldog!" She yelled back.

"Stop fighting like kids you two." I scold them.

"Says the one, who's being childish most of all." Lawrence muttered under his breath.

My mouth gaped as I replied incisively, "At least I don't show fake sickness so that I don't have to get up."

His eyes widened as he said, "If someone wakes me up like I am a child then I can't help doing that."

"If I wake you up using my ways, then be prepared." I grit my teeth. I am already furious and Lawrence has decided to pick the final straw.

"At least I don't call my wife 'Idiot' just like she called me." He riposted.

"I am grateful that I won't walk away from my responsibility and let my 'wife' arrange the reception on her own." I snapped.

Lawrence opened his mouth to say something but Adrian interrupted, "Fine, That's enough. We are not interested in who does what."

I and Lawrence rarely had these silly arguments but they are a source of entertainment.

I emit a deep breath and said before leaving,

"I am going to see my dress."

“Evelyn!” I walked out but Lawrence came after me.

“What now? Go back there and-” Before I could continue, he placed his hands on my shoulders, stiffening me by his actions.

Returning to me with a sweet smile, he tilted his head, “Thank you for everything, for doing all this.” He whispered, grinning at me.

“But you don’t have to stress yourself. If you are tired, you can tell me, I can handle the rest for you, okay?” With a soft murmur, he rubbed circles over my shoulder.

The solace I gained in his action was explicit, my heart thumped, blushing faintly.

“Go back.” That is all I could utter and cursed myself.

“Yes, Ma’am.” He chuckled, parting his hand unwillingly from my skin.

“By the way, is this okay?” He asked, pointing in the other direction.

“What?” I asked, turning in that direction but he abruptly kissed my cheeks.

My mind went blank with an uncontrollably endearing sensation overflowing in my body by the contact of his lips on my skin, giving me a strange sensation and a suppressed smile.

“Good luck.” He whispered lovingly before walking away, leaving me in a thrill as I touched my cheeks to feel the heat traveling to it.

With a sheepish grin, I am excited about it. A feeling of content filled me just at the thought as I rushed to our room with a crimson face.

***

A woman filled with appealing looks and lavish form was submerged in the pools of love she never thought she would and that quick.

Looking pleasing to one's mind aesthetically, she looked at her reflection in the mirror. I saw someone with that alluring look and the power to entice everyone but I chose none but one person- my husband.

“I never thought I could look this good.” I mumbled, delighted by my final look.

I looked at myself, exhilarated at my fate. I watch myself how beautiful I look in the dress Lawrence has chosen for me.

It's a velvet off-shoulder burgundy gown, simple but graceful. I smiled as my hair was decorated beautifully.

I looked so exquisite- almost like a doll. I never knew that I could look that charming. As I was admiring myself and the dress, the door opened and I saw Lawrence looking at me with awe.

“Woah, woah. I don’t recall calling a doll.” He laughed a little, scanning my form.

My heart began to flutter with happiness as I saw him wearing that same Black Suit jacket with a black shirt and that scarlet tie I saw in the closet on the first day of our marriage.

He looked extremely handsome in it. He is looking so prepossessing, like a special creation of God, he's appealing eyes filled and charismatic skills can make anyone fall for him. I felt fortunate to be his wife.

He walked closer and said gallantly, "This man deeply apologizes for not noticing you before. There's not any word that can explain your beauty. You are exquisite, Dear."

I smiled and looked away shyly, gleeful by his in-depth words.

"Thanks. And I would like to say the same to you." I spoke in a low tone. He initiates a feeling of vast affection in me.

"Can I?" He offered his hand as I took them. He pulled me close as I gasped at his action. His one hand held my waist firmly while his other hand removed a strand of hair from my face.

My body shivered as my heart began to pound. A sensation of craving him rushed through me. He leans in closer as our lips almost touch.

"You can," I whispered. He never fails to elicit lust in me.

I closed my eyes as I felt his breath on my cheek then on my neck.

“L-Lawrence..” An involuntary moan escaped from my lips as I slowly opened my eyes and met his intent eyes on me filled with adoration.

“You have no idea how I control myself around you.” He whispered huskily.

His eyes show a glint of a dark addiction of love he is feeling for me and wants to show me as well. And that intense fire is too much for me to bear so I always shook this thought off before it could reach my core.

His lips made contact with my neck as he kissed it for a brief moment. It was a short-lived passion but was loved.

We looked at each other's eyes and pulled away. He wrapped his arms around my waist as we walked out without exchanging any words.