Chapter forty
Jayde
I look at him, unable to believe my ears. Wait for a second, Henry hasn't touched me? And I thought he had all this while. I've been feeling bad and angry at him for it. But he hasn't?
I watch him for a while, his flawless body and the fact that he can be this saint. I mean what kind of husband doesn't touch his wife on the night of the wedding day. Even when he had the opportunity to do so.
I ran away from him but I ended up in his arms. He could have done something to me that night but he didn't.
"But why did you have to pretend you did something?" Yes, if he hasn't said something like that, I wouldn't have thought he did it.
He looks at me, his head still on the edge of the bathtub, "I was just catching fun but then I didn't know you took me so seriously. Did you?"
I hit him slightly, " Of course, I did. Why wouldn't I?"
