Love Agreement With The King

Chapter 98 - Abigail Wedding [final Part]



John\'s smirked, "oh, so you have a violent side?" a glimpse of mischief in his voice.

Roselyn swallowed, concerned about where his thoughts drifted.

"I don\'t," she quickly replied not to lead him to have strange ideas recalling what the blond maid confessed.

John took two steps forward leading his lady to step backwards, "I saw you feeling emotional during the speech," he murmured, "I shall prepare a quite sappy speech to make you feel as emotional for our marriage?"

Roselyn rolled her eyes, "I didn\'t feel emotional, I got something in my eye" she said, nodding her eyes to convince him.

John smiled, raising an eyebrown, doubting her words.

"May I ask something?" Roselyn\'s tone of voice lowered down, leaning closer to him while they danced.

He nodded, leading her to continue, keeping her voice low and smooth. "Is Lord Victor a vampire like you?" she asked, gazing around checking if he heard her.

"He is." John replied. The music stopped and they walked outside the dancefloor to take a break and talk more privately.

"I was the one who turned him into a vampire, that\'s the reason why our relationship is quite complicated. Because he\'d never forgiven me for what I did." His voice was broke, like if he had much resentment.

They sat at the corner of the table, afar from the few of guests that weren\'t dancing and were still sat at the table. She waited for him to speak, leaving him the time he needed to gather the courage and strength to talk about his past.

He took a long breath, "I was born as a vampire, my relatives except my father blamed me for the death of my mother..." He seemed unable to continue the sentence as his eyes filled with sadness, his fists were clenched.

"It\'s fine.." Roselyn reassured him, caressing the back of his shoulder. "You don\'t have to tell me if it hurts."

He quickly grabbed the first glass he saw, drinking the liquid it contained in few sips. Just after he gazed back to the lady, "I\'d rather not talk about my past," he said in a tone of voice that revealed all the wrecked emotions he was in. He mustered a shy smile remaining composed on the surface while he was probably dying inside.

Roselyn watched him in silence in a pensive expression hoping that one day he would trust her enough to fully open up with her.

"If you don\'t want to talk we can remain silent." Roselyn said, as she slowly sat on his knees. He offered a gentle smile, caressing her knees and covering the part of the dress that slipped away exposing part of her leg.

They remained silence for a brief time, but in that short time it was like if silence spoke for them. Their hands were tied together, like two magnets attracted to each other. His fingers played with her thin smooth hair while her gaze was blank staring at the allure of his eyes.

Abigail headed toward the door and Roselyn stood up taking John\'s hand to follow them.

She waved at the happy just married couple, Abigail spent few minutes to hug the members of her family before stepping on the carriage who would lead them to their honeymoon.

When Abigail hugged Roselyn she whispered closer to her ear, "thank you for having helped me." Roselyn\'s embrace tightened, "I will always be there for you." She replied in a honest tone of voice.

Abigail finally stepped on the carriage waving at her sisters one last time before the carriage took off.

John forced a smile, wondering if he will ever reach that happiness with Roselyn. If he will ever be able to give her all she needed, he had never dated before and the last thing he imagined was things to turn seriously between them.

"The future married couple." The stranger said, replacing his hand over Roselyn\'s back like he did earlier.

But this time, Roselyn jolted at the touch. A burning feeling ran through the spine like if he set her back on fire.

Her knees gave away and she fell to the ground on her knees. Her eyes were narrowed trying to bear the burning pain.

"Roselyn!" John\'s voice was loud reaching for her and lifting her body from the ground.

"What happened?" He asked, his voice was shaky for the anger, his teeth were clenching.

He turned around but nobody was there searching for the person who may have hurt her but nobody was there.

"Put me down," Roselyn voice whispered, gazing at the people that looked at her puzzled.

"I had a heat stoke." She said to them, as she pulled him toward their carriage willing to leave as soon as possible.

When they stepped on the carriage Roselyn gave a breath of relief.

"Who did this to you?" He asked, the vein on his neck was bloated as his voice thundered.

"The man who had his hand on my bac.." before she finished her sentence he was already disappeared.

Roselyn\'s heartbeat increased, wondering where he went. Just like he always did he disappeared without telling her anything. Where he aimed to go wasn\'t hard to imagine, probably seeking revenge.

Still, she whispered to be taken more into consideration, maybe asking her for her consent to go. After all if something happened to him she would never know.

She took a long breath, ordering the coachman to take off.

Her gaze fell down, wondering if they will ever make it.. They seemed to be two different sides of the same coin, unable to synchronize to the same side. Will they ever get along and learn how to live happily together?


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