#Chapter331
Arrick hands me water and helps me sit up on the bed to take a drink before laying me back down.
/"I’m sorry/" I say for the hundredth time since he picked me up and carried me back to bed and tucked me in. He’s spent the last two minutes sweeping off petals and pushing stuff off the bedside to lay a bowl from my bathroom for me and feels my head with the back of his hand.
/"For throwing up? Don’t be … It’s not your fault you’re sick./" He seems a little odd as he says it and I catch a flicker run across his face. My stomach drops that after all the effort he made in here, I destroyed it all. He’s disappointed, I know he is.
I am. I’m devastated.
/"What is it? Are you upset because I ruined our wedding night?/" I catch his arm and pull him back to me needily as he lays my glass down. Hating that I could ruin our special day in this way.
