I purse my lips. Why is she suddenly angry? She was asking those nonsensical questions, and when I pointed it out, she’s reacting like this.
I get up from her bed and leave the room. Frowning, analyzing the situation, I climb the stairs and reach my room. The first thing I do is start Yan.
“Hello, Matleon. How can I help you?”
“Listen, she was asking me stupid questions about how I felt when I killed someone for the first time, how I feel when I kill or hurt someone. ‘Do I not feel empathy for my family as well?’ I answer her despite getting irritated, and then she gets pissed when I asked her not to ask these stupid questions.”
“She has a valid reason to be upset.”
“And what’s that?”
“She was interested in knowing how you think and feel, and you told her not to ask. She was trying to have a heart-to-heart talk with you, and you were getting pissed about it. That tells her she is not important enough for you to open up in front of her.”
I frown. “What the hell are you talking about? How is this related to her being important?”
“It is. Normal humans think like that. And you’re claiming you want to marry her, but you don’t want her to peek into your heart. Now I’m curious, Matleon, why do you even want to marry her?”
“I want to marry her because she is mine.”
“Can you explain that?”
“No, I can’t, because it’s just that. She is mine, and she will live with me forever.”
“Do you love her?”
“Now again. You again with love.” I scoff. “A husband’s love is wanting to fuck his wife, keep her safe, and keep her away from other men. And I do love her in that sense—very much.”
“Love is more than that.”
“Like you know more than me. Shut the fuck up. If I wanted to talk about these stupid things, I would’ve done that with her. Now tell me, what should I do next time so she doesn’t get pissed like this?”
“Just answer her. If you tell her all the wrong things you’ve felt, all your emotional struggles, she’ll understand you better.”
I smile. “I could do that. I’ll tell her emotional stories next time, make her feel sorry for me.” I lie back on the bed, hands tucked beneath my head. “The thought of seeing that look on her face for me is…delightful. Imagine how much better the reality will be.”
“That’s not what I meant. I didn’t suggest you take advantage of it.”
“Quietly fuck off now,” I murmur, a smug smile playing on my lips.
“When do you want me to wake you up?”
“When she does.” Yan is under orders to watch her all the time. He summarizes all her activities whenever I want.
“Alright.” It goes silent.
chapter 14
Iselyn
“Eat your breakfast before leaving,” I stop in my tracks at the normal tone of his voice. I had gotten up early to leave early, but still I didn’t succeed in avoiding him.
He sets the bowl on the table and sits at the head of the table, starts filling his plate with scrambled eggs and toast.
He looks up at me after filling his plate but doesn’t say anything. Last night’s conversation resurfaces in my mind. Last night, he was talking like a human for the first time—a flawed one, but human. I don’t know why I was so interested in knowing about him, but I couldn’t stop myself from feeling bad for him, nor from asking more and more questions. The way he snapped before leaving only left me curious, frustrated, and a little guilty.
I walk toward the table and sit on the chair beside him. I put some food on my plate and start eating.
We eat in silence. Matleon isn’t giving me heated looks, amused looks, or any kind of looks, he’s simply watching me now and then, like a civilized man. If he hadn’t invited me to eat, I would have thought he was still mad after last night’s conversation.
