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“Evangeline, we’ll lose everything if you don’t marry Thomas. We’ll end up on the street,” Mum says, her voice shaking. There’s pain in her eyes, but for once, it doesn’t hit me at all.
“I... I need to think,” I say, my mind bending in every direction. I look to the left, escaping my mum’s glance that might break me and force me to give in once more.
But my anger intensifies even more when I catch someone at the other side of the garden, close to the castle, and my mouth falls open in utter disbelief. I snap my eyes to Frederic, and my blood starts to boil.
“Fucking hell, Frederic,” I say loudly before my eyes look back at a certain guest. I have the desire to scratch Frederic’s eyes out for inviting him. There’s only one reason why he would stoop this low. It’s to hurt people and to show who truly holds the strings of the puppets around him.
“How dare you invite him,” I snarl, pointing my finger at Chester, but before my brother gets the chance to answer, a hand is dropped on the small of my back. I turn my head and come face-to-face with Thomas.
For the love of God, let this day be over.
“My lovely fiancée,” Thomas greets me, before leaning closer and kissing my cheek, way too close to my lips. A shiver of disgust runs over me straight away.
Slimy bastard.
I try to shake off the discomfort. I look into his eyes, and a cold chill runs over me. There’s no remorse on his face, only a pair of predatory eyes that forever stare my way and a tongue that runs over his lips to wet them.
My heart hits my stomach, and my body slowly fills with dread and even more anger. I pull his hand from my back, and with the blink of an eye, I’m gone.
Like a bullet piercing the air, I march towards a man who warms my heart straight away, and a fluttering grows in my stomach.
Chester is my perfect daydream. He brightens my days, even though I’m walking in pure darkness. Hope rises deep inside of me when he’s present and I start to dream again.
He gives me the power to chase something different.
My eyes can’t stay away from him. Chester is my magnet, and I gravitate to his strong force. My heart feeds on him, and today, I need him to be my strength.
He looks out of place and rather agitated as he scratches the back of his neck a few times. A couple of men surround him, and they seem to be in deep conversation. But Chester has no ears for them because his eyes keep scanning the garden, and my heart thumps loudly in my chest when I anticipate him finally finding me.
He looks extremely handsome in his smart suit. It’s a black and white piece. I’ve seen him in a suit more than in normal clothes, but he looks the part. His jacket is unbuttoned and one of his hands is in his pocket. He’s the most handsome man I’ve ever laid eyes on.
Chester blinks a few times because they’ve asked him a question. He’s thrown off guard, but he ends up answering it eventually.
His deep voice vibrates over me, and it’s soothing to my nerves, to my pained heart and my anger.
My safety net is here, and I know he’ll catch me.
Finally, his blue-greyish eyes stare into mine, and he straightens his back suddenly. There’s determination on his face as he waits for me to get to him, but it’s also anticipation when he unclenches his fists.
“Excuse me, gentlemen.” I reach the group, and my hand grabs Chester’s, and with a hard pull, he follows me. He rearranges his hand to grab mine better, and it gives me the confidence to drag him out of here.
It gives me the confidence to hold hands with the man who is not my fiancé and not to care what others may think.
Fuck them.
A waiter opens the door for us, and with my shoulders pushed back, I pull us inside. My veins are filled with adrenaline, and I try to anticipate what will happen next. The only thing I know is that I’m excited.
I’m excited to talk to him and to feel at home. I want to hear his voice, and I long to feel his hand on my cheek like he did at the tennis club, but more importantly, I want to feel his heartbeat underneath my hand.
With quick steps, we take the stairs. I don’t know where I’m going, but I’m letting my intuition lead me. We walk through old hallways filled with creaking wooden floors and brown plastered walls. Beautiful pieces of artwork, of landscapes and people, hang on the walls.
Suddenly, Chester pulls me back, and I turn around. His eyes fall on mine, and they are filled with promises. My hand starts to tremble in his, and I grow breathless. I wait for Chester to open the door, but his eyes are stuck on mine.
He nods before swallowing, and he slowly pushes the door open. He drops my hand, and I walk in. I close the door behind me before straightening my back against it.
My heart races in my chest, and I have the urge to drop my hand against it. It beats, and I know who owns part of it.
Chester Boyd is my knight in shining armour, and even with an engagement ring on my hand, it doesn’t change anything between us. My heart still beats for him. Only for him.
