Edwards stood in the dimly lit room, gazing down at Annabelle as she lay peacefully on the bed. He had carefully placed her there after she had indulged herself to the point of intoxication. As he turned to leave, her delicate fingers unexpectedly clung to the hem of his clothes, their grip firm. He attempted to shrug her off at first, but her clenched fist left him with no choice but to stay.
His eyes were fixated on her sculpted face, its serenity marred by the question of why she had chosen to drink herself into such a state. He couldn't deny her beauty, however Edwards noticing his thoughts drifting apart quickly snapped out. He reminded himself of the rules in their contract marriage and the implications of falling in love,he set the rules himself and he was determined to abide by it and not succumb to any form of distractions until his goals were achieved.
