"Hmm?" Neveah blinked at his words. Was he going to scold her now for apologising?
Was it her fault that he made her unsettled?
She had to admit that she was indeed scared. Scared of who they said he was, and also of what he'd do if he found out that she wasn't his wife but the sister.
But how was she to answer his question? She couldn't say she was scared, could she? No! That would greatly anger him. He had told her he wasn't going to hurt her.
But could she believe those words?
Nevaeh hadn't felt this much fear in her entire life. Fear of being with this stranger under his roof, fear of what might happen when her man hears about this unscrupulous act, and the fear of getting caught.
She suddenly remembered the butler. It was apparent he didn't say anything to Dale, and that made her wonder if he really didn't hear her. She hopes so!
She has to be cautious in everything she does. Even her smile could give her away.
Dale could see the way her eyes darted back and forth, and her long lashes fluttered haphazardly. Her entire composure made her look innocent, but he could feel her fears. It was thick, and he could cut through it with a knife.
He was about to say something when she suddenly lifted her head and gazed at him in the eyes.
"I'm not scared." She blurted out, making Dale raise a brow.
She wasn't? He would say otherwise.
"I-I'm just trying not to get you vexed." She said.
'Vexed?' She was already doing that.
She swallowed when she saw his eyes narrow at her, and he suddenly began to lean close in a predative manner.
Why was he moving closer to her? Nevaeh could feel the hard thump of her heart as he neared her, but she tried to stay calm and unmoved. She could feel his piercing gaze on her.
It took a lot of strength for her to remain still, but the moment his hand touched her chin, her body betrayed her, and she flinched.
Oh no! Why has she done that again?!
Nevaeh, for the sake of God, please get a grip!
Dale tilted her face towards himself so she could stare directly into his eyes.
She felt uncomfortable when his gaze stayed on her for too long without him saying a word. She wondered what he was going to do now, or should she try looking away? Maybe lower her eyes?
What if he saw that as a disrespectful move, and Elle wasn't the type to cower under anybody's gaze. Neither was she, but circumstances were making her act otherwise.
As much as Nevaeh wanted to look away, she couldn't bring herself to. Because just like yesterday, this man held her spellbound with his gaze.
Did his eyes change colour? She asked herself when she took note of his eyes.
She could swear he had more blue in his eyes yesterday, and that awkward green streak wasn't as dominant as it looked right now.
"Are you sure you're not scared?" His deep voice came asking, cutting through her thought. She slowly shook her head.
Of course, she was scared, but she dared not admit it.
"Then why do you flinch every time I try to touch you?"
"Be-cause I'm not used to being touched." Her soft voice replied.
Nevaeh watched as he blankly stared at her, almost as if he was trying to decipher the truth behind her words. His brows narrowed for a split second before relaxing again.
His warm palms let go of her chin and slowly brushed up her cheeks.
"Elleanor..." came his calm voice like a melodic chant, jolting her heart in an unfamiliar way. It was just like her dream.
An image suddenly flashed through Nevaeh's mind, and she heard his voice inside her head. It was from her dream. What was this devilish man doing to her?
"I'm blind to you." He suddenly said, making Nevaeh's eyes shoot up while his hand continued grazing her cheek and warming it up.
'Blind? To her? What does he mean by that?
Dale let out a short sigh when he saw the confusion and curiosity gleaming in her eyes.
He let go of her chin and picked a lock of her hair, playfully twirling it.
"Stop flinching when I touch you, Elle. It makes me want to tame you, tame your body till it recognises me. I wonder how long that will take." He hissed as he grazed her lips with his finger.
Nevaeh was in a daze as she stared at him unblinkingly. Does he want to tame her body? Nevaeh felt her breath hitch at that thought. Why did the memories of her dream come to mind?
She could feel her skin suddenly begin to burn as he continued to stare at her with a dark glint in his eyes, almost as if he was pondering on a thousand ways he could devour her.
Could he stop?! She cried in her head.
Nevaeh was deeply lost in her thoughts. She didn't take note when someone approached the table, till a plate was placed before her.
Dale's lips twitched when he saw her cute and innocent expression.
"You shouldn't worry, wife, I won't eat you up.." He said. "At least...not yet." A teasing and taunting smile played on his face as he picked up the glass of wine placed before him.
Her face flushed at his words when she discovered staff were standing beside them. What was he saying now?
But why does he look so breathtaking when he smiles?
What was she thinking now? She chided herself as she hastily tore her gaze from him and looked at the well-plated meal in front of her.
Neveah felt her stomach rumble at the sight of the food. It made her remember the delicious meal she had been served last night. She could already imagine how divine this would taste.
'What was it? Lamb or steak?'
Dale watched with amusement as she subconsciously lowered her head and took a whiff of the food placed before her.
'Garlic butter lamb!' She exclaimed in her mind, and Dale didn't miss the smile in her eyes, making his lips curve up.
Forgetting about the minotaur that was staring at her, rather trying to put him in the backdrop in the presence of this delicacy placed in front of her, Nevaeh delightedly reached for her eating utensils and quickly took a bite of the meat.
"Hmm," She shamelessly moaned as she licked the sauce that smeared her lips with her tongue, completely oblivious of what that tiny action had done to Dale who painfully swallowed.
Who made this? This was heavenly.
The meat was so tender and juicy, she could feel it melt in her mouth, and the taste...God! She was sure going to ask for the recipe! If there was anything she thought she might like in this place, it was the food. Dinner seemed to be the tip of the iceberg, and breakfast was a game-changer.
Maybe coming here wasn't that bad. She could definitely pick up a few skills to sharpen her skills-set.
While Nevaeh savoured the taste of her food and ate with glee like she had not wished for the world to end minutes ago, Dale amusedly watched his wife, who in his heart had taken the title of a gourmet.
What a weird one. He smiled.
He decided it was more delightsome to watch her eat than eat his food, but his moment was cut short when the butler came in and interrupted.
"Master, she's here."
"I know." He said, letting out a wry sigh.
He turned to look at his wife, who was still engrossed with her food. He shouldn't disturb her. He reasoned as he stood up.
"Wait on her." He ordered before walking away while the butler bowed.
Despite been engrossed with her meal, Nevaeh had heard what the butler had said to Dale. And seeing how he had left without saying a word, she began to wonder who had come visiting.
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