A half-smile lingered on his face.
“So, a second chance, huh?” he asked, and I felt intimidated by his words. Though I nodded. Unconsciously.
“And what if it happens again?” he asked in a low voice, knitting his brows together. His thumb kept gently brushing the knot on my arm.
“Why would it happen again? You’re getting married to her; you two will be together,” I said. My chest tightened when I mentioned the word‘married.’
He smiled slightly, let go of my arm, and nodded.
I clenched my fists and looked away when he leaned closer, whispering,“Someone is acting like a good wife. Are you…falling for me?”
His words sank deep into my ears, stirring my dormant senses and creating an intense sensation before I abruptly stepped back from him.
“No!” I exclaimed.“I’m just…saying,” lowering the sleeve of my blouse before walking out of the library.
“Prove it,” he said, following me out of the library, and I turned to look at him.
“What?” I asked.
“That you are not falling for me? You don’t care about me,” he said, walking past me to sit on the couch, where his dinner awaited him.
“I’m not,” I stated.
“Ugh… I don’t want to eat all this. I don’t even like these,” he said, looking at the food.
My eyes widened, and I shook my head in disbelief.
Seriously, I stayed up this late to see his tantrums?
“I brought everything you like. There are no beans, no pickles. There’s jaggery, raw onion, and everything you enjoy,” I blurted in haste, glancing at the plate again.
“See, I’ve caught you,” he smiled.“You know everything I like.”
I immediately stepped back in disbelief.
“Well… that’s…” I stammered. “… that’s because I’ve been taking care of you and your family for quite a while now,” my chest heaved anxiously, and he smirked at me.
“Not at midnights, half-wife.”
My body froze.
What the hell did he say?
Words hung on my tongue.
I immediately rolled up my sleeves and said,“You brought me this, so should I take it as a sign that you’re falling for me, too?”
He looked at my arm before looking back at me.
“Keep it covered, okay? It will help.” His voice suddenly became concerned.
I dragged the sleeve down, saying,“I should go.”
This didn’t feel right.
I turned to walk away, but he called,“Suno!”“Hey!”
I looked back at him.
