Chapter29 Soft Spot for her

As soon as we came out of my car, I helped him to get inside the mansion.
He can't even walk properly in his drunken state, so, after a debate with myself,
I've decided to drop him off towards his room.
It will be the very first time for me to go to my husband's room. We've already loved in separate bedrooms as this marriage is nothing but a contract which was destined to end after 19 months.
I just don't know what happened to me, but this thought makes my chest squeeze, making me feel so uncomfortable around
I was supposed to be very happy that, finally, I would be able to get freedom from him after 19 months, but then also, my heart was so hurting with this thought of leaving him.
My feet involuntarily moved with his. He led me into his room and shut the door behind me.If you thought his living room was cool, wait till you see his bedroom. In the middle, there was the biggest size bed I've ever seen in my entire life. Adorned with black and grey sheets and cushions, There were few black leather couches on the right. Across the room, I saw the biggest bookshelf ever.
Tons of books covered the wall. On the left was what I assumed was his walk-in wardrobe, and there was a large plasma on the wall along with a gaming system.
The room theme was black and grey, which reminded me of how he is. Dark and mysterious. One thing I also noticed was that there were pictures everywhere. In fact, the table between the couches was filled with pictures.
I'm sure my eyes were wider than normal. But it widened even more when I saw him literally stripping. He took his shoes off along with his socks. Then he took his white tee off and my eyes lingered on his perfectly toned body. Then he emptied his pockets, taking his phone and a pretty loaded wallet out. I had to turn around when his hand reached to unzip his jeans.
"What are you up to?"I shrieked, turning around and covering my eyes.
"You can take the couch." He replied, only wearing his boxers, before lying down and switching the lights off.
"Of course." I muttered dryly.
Or I could just go to my grandpa's house as I have been staying there for some time.
I saw the time on the alarm clock and it read 4 a.m. Too tired to drive, I took the shoes and hordie off and made myself comfortable on the couch, which by the way, was very comfortable. The tiredness was drowning me into sleep. The exhaustion had completely exhausted me.For a minute, I felt like I was at my grandpa's house. I heard shuffling and assumed it was my grandfather because I have a habit of falling asleep anywhere and my grandfather used to pull me into bed when I was a child.
I felt a soft blanket on top of me and I snugged closer to it.
"Love you," I muttered in my sleep.
Zuriel POV
My hands froze when she said those words. I chose to ignore my inner turmoil and assumed she speaks in her sleep.Another weird habit.
I have to admit, I was a little relieved to see her at the club. Even after few shots I was still perfectly in my senses. I was having fun with another girl, thinking of taking her somewhere tonight, and that's when I saw her coming. Not believing what I saw, I asked her, only to be replied to crudely. Yes, it was indeed Emberly Rae.
It was fun teasing her, watching her mutter something under her breath every five seconds. When she helped me to get out of the club, she was gripping my shoulders. I had a strong urge to hold her, to be closer to her. As strange as it sounds, I wanted her.
Can't I see her getting crushed? Maybe the reason was that I tried it once and seeing what it did to her made me miserable. I thought about Friday night and never regretted anything as much as what I did to her. Her tear-stained face lingered in my mind, and I doubt I'll ever be able to shake it.
I watched her helpless on the road when she refused to come inside. I realised how vulnerable I made her. I decided that from now on I would not punish her for anyone's mistakes. She was too fragile to be in the middle of what was going on around her. It was not fair to bring her into this cruel world of mine.
However, I was surprised by how frustrated she could make me. When she refused to get inside the car, I almost lost my temper. She knew she was lost and there was no way she would get home tonight without someone harassing her, yet still she chose to be stubborn. Her stubbornness matched mine. I must have had a lot of self-control to not wring her neck with my own hands. That night, I realised that no matter how much I pleaded, she would never get in the car.
And when she asked me if it was really that hard to apologise. I knew for a fact it was. I tried to make myself apologise, but I couldn't. For me, apologising meant showing your weakness, showing emotions, and I buried my emotions years ago, so I ought to never show them to another girl. But she was bringing the emotions out of me that I was alienated from.
I called Samuel and asked him to help me out of this situation, and being the friend he is, he agreed immediately. I couldn't stay still till the moment he told me she was home safely.
I avoided sending her any work-related emails the next day.I knew for a fact how much she hated my guts and I wouldn't be surprised if she was secretly praying for my death. However, something inside was telling me to call her, but then I remembered that she broke her homeland. I even broke her laptop.
Damm
Feeling even guiltier, I ordered a new phone and laptop for her and decided to give it to her on Monday.
For all those years, I went clubbing to get over her, but last night, for the first time, I went to get rid of the guilt caused by what I did to Brielle. The weight of the guilt was suffocating me.
I realised no one deserves to be treated the way I was treating her. So what if my father forced me to get married to her and also invest in her company? I was also once forced to join it. God knows what circumstances forced her to work and still stay with me after the way I treated her.
My father wanted me to marry her so that he could transfer his entire company to me, but I thought Brielle was a manufacturable opportunist in this. When I learned that my father even invested in her useless company, which was on the verge of bankruptcy, I thought she was a gold digger who manufactured my father so much that he forced me to marry her.
So, I've decided to torture her to the point that she will end up breaking this marriage by herself, and then my Dad won't be able to say anything to me as she will be the one who backs out from this marriage first. That's the real and main reason why I was continuously torturing and insulting her.
She has that spark in her eyes that I had 5 years ago. She reminds me a lot of my past. I was about to crush her like someone crushed me many years ago. I didn't think she would manage to rise up again like I did. I mentally made a note to apologise to her tomorrow morning.
I gently pull the blanket away from her face, caressing a few strands of hair.She looks so peaceful and innocent. I never realised before how beautiful she really is. If only she knew about it and had done something about it. But then again, I don't want her to change for anyone. Without any effort, she manages to attract unwanted attention. I wonder what it would be like if she was obvious about her beauty. I lay on my bed and covered myself in a soft duvet. I slowly drifted to sleep.
The next morning, I got up at my usual time, got showered, and cleaned up before dressing myself in my casuals. The staff had the weekend off, so I made my way to the kitchen to eat something. She was still sleeping, so I decided to let her sleep more. After all, we did come home early in the morning.
I was in the kitchen making pancakes for myself when I heard a loud thud. I chuckled, knowing it had to be her. I am not joking when I call her clumsy. She manages to fall, even while standing up perfectly still.