The Goddess Sculpture Is Actually My Husband’s Secret Mistress! - Chapter 55: Chapter 55
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"So do you know who set fire to the building?"
"The police said that there might be a connection between the fire and the person who attacked you"
I had enemies but not to the point that they want to kill me. Most were business rivals that I pissed off, but I didn't deem them to be killers.
I turned my head to speak to Marcus but he was staring out the window and his fists were clenched in anger. He seemed to be thinking about something and my gut told me that he knew who was responsible for this.
Before I could ask him what he was thinking, he turned and looked at me with worry filled eyes.
"Stay with me always. It's dangerous for you to be alone. This person wants you dead and I can't let that happen. Promise me you won't go anywhere without me" He asked unexpectedly.
"I promise"
"Good" he tucked a piece of loose hair behind my ear and his fingers lingered on my face for a while stroking it gently.
I wanted to scream to the world that I loved him. But I was afraid of rejection. What if all these gestures were out of good heart and not because he loved me.
Different kinds of thoughts bombarded me as I questioned his feelings for me. The closer I got to him, the more I suffered.
He raised his eyebrows in confusion, trying to figure out what I was thinking.
Like the emotional wrecking ball I am , I looked away and walked to my table.
I worked restlessly the entire day because we had to design our dresses all over again.
My staff from RJ sent me the sketches they made that needed to be given to the tailoring department. We were in a rush but I had hope that my employees would do their best as always.
I walked to Marcus's car with him and we drove back home in silence.
I knew he was wondering why I was bipolar. His simple gestures evoked butterflies in my stomach, made me fall for him over and over again but I was afraid of this strange feeling even though it comforted me.
After dinner we both went to his room. I laid on the bed and turned my back to him. But he came closer and wrapped his arms around my waist, snuggling me closer to his body.
He buried his face in the crook of my neck and breathed in my scent. His thumb traced circles on my stomach as he draped his leg over mine.
I buried my face in the pillow and bit my lip, trying to stop them from trembling. I yearned for his touch, his warmth, his words.
But I was scared that he didn't feel the same towards me. Scared that he would push me away just like he did before. We were always one step forwards two steps backwards.
I was afraid that just three simple words would change the relationship that we had. Madeline told me that he had never loved anyone.
What if he never wanted to love anyone ever? What if my confession takes us back to square one?
"Did I do something?" He whispered in my ear, hurt evident in his voice.
"No-Nothing. Let's sleep"
I felt him hesitate before giving me a small peck on my cheek as I slowly closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Two weeks passed and I had been avoiding Marcus. I slept on his bed every day, snuggling closer to him but that was it.
He asked me several times what the matter was but I just said that I was busy with the upcoming contest. He had been nothing but kind to me and I had been an asshole.
I hadn't realised that my insecurities were slowly hurting him. I avoided eye contact with him when we worked together in the same room. I always had lunch with my staff. We talked only a few words each day and it was mostly work related.
These feelings conjuring up inside me were hard to restrain day by day. I wished that I had the confidence to go and talk to him about this. But me being the miserable human being I was, could never muster up the courage to go ahead with it.
"Okay that's it" Marcus slammed his files on the table with a loud thud.
I jumped back in my seat, surprised by the sudden outburst. Marcus turned and looked at me while fidgeting with the pen in his hand.
Anger was clear on his beautiful face. And his anger was directed towards me.
"Tell me what's wrong with you right now and don't you dare lie to me about it" he ordered with irritation laced in his voice.
"I told you it's the conte-"
He suddenly stood up, his chair flying back. His handsome, chiselled face contorted with ferocious anger as he glared at me with his piercing eyes.
"No it's not. I know it's not. Tell me what's bothering you"
He was the reason why I was feeling this. But I couldn't blame it on him. He didn't show any signs that he loved me and it angered me. What was so wrong with me that he couldn't even feel any love towards me?
"The police said that there might be a connection between the fire and the person who attacked you"
I had enemies but not to the point that they want to kill me. Most were business rivals that I pissed off, but I didn't deem them to be killers.
I turned my head to speak to Marcus but he was staring out the window and his fists were clenched in anger. He seemed to be thinking about something and my gut told me that he knew who was responsible for this.
Before I could ask him what he was thinking, he turned and looked at me with worry filled eyes.
"Stay with me always. It's dangerous for you to be alone. This person wants you dead and I can't let that happen. Promise me you won't go anywhere without me" He asked unexpectedly.
"I promise"
"Good" he tucked a piece of loose hair behind my ear and his fingers lingered on my face for a while stroking it gently.
I wanted to scream to the world that I loved him. But I was afraid of rejection. What if all these gestures were out of good heart and not because he loved me.
Different kinds of thoughts bombarded me as I questioned his feelings for me. The closer I got to him, the more I suffered.
He raised his eyebrows in confusion, trying to figure out what I was thinking.
Like the emotional wrecking ball I am , I looked away and walked to my table.
I worked restlessly the entire day because we had to design our dresses all over again.
My staff from RJ sent me the sketches they made that needed to be given to the tailoring department. We were in a rush but I had hope that my employees would do their best as always.
I walked to Marcus's car with him and we drove back home in silence.
I knew he was wondering why I was bipolar. His simple gestures evoked butterflies in my stomach, made me fall for him over and over again but I was afraid of this strange feeling even though it comforted me.
After dinner we both went to his room. I laid on the bed and turned my back to him. But he came closer and wrapped his arms around my waist, snuggling me closer to his body.
He buried his face in the crook of my neck and breathed in my scent. His thumb traced circles on my stomach as he draped his leg over mine.
I buried my face in the pillow and bit my lip, trying to stop them from trembling. I yearned for his touch, his warmth, his words.
But I was scared that he didn't feel the same towards me. Scared that he would push me away just like he did before. We were always one step forwards two steps backwards.
I was afraid that just three simple words would change the relationship that we had. Madeline told me that he had never loved anyone.
What if he never wanted to love anyone ever? What if my confession takes us back to square one?
"Did I do something?" He whispered in my ear, hurt evident in his voice.
"No-Nothing. Let's sleep"
I felt him hesitate before giving me a small peck on my cheek as I slowly closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Two weeks passed and I had been avoiding Marcus. I slept on his bed every day, snuggling closer to him but that was it.
He asked me several times what the matter was but I just said that I was busy with the upcoming contest. He had been nothing but kind to me and I had been an asshole.
I hadn't realised that my insecurities were slowly hurting him. I avoided eye contact with him when we worked together in the same room. I always had lunch with my staff. We talked only a few words each day and it was mostly work related.
These feelings conjuring up inside me were hard to restrain day by day. I wished that I had the confidence to go and talk to him about this. But me being the miserable human being I was, could never muster up the courage to go ahead with it.
"Okay that's it" Marcus slammed his files on the table with a loud thud.
I jumped back in my seat, surprised by the sudden outburst. Marcus turned and looked at me while fidgeting with the pen in his hand.
Anger was clear on his beautiful face. And his anger was directed towards me.
"Tell me what's wrong with you right now and don't you dare lie to me about it" he ordered with irritation laced in his voice.
"I told you it's the conte-"
He suddenly stood up, his chair flying back. His handsome, chiselled face contorted with ferocious anger as he glared at me with his piercing eyes.
"No it's not. I know it's not. Tell me what's bothering you"
He was the reason why I was feeling this. But I couldn't blame it on him. He didn't show any signs that he loved me and it angered me. What was so wrong with me that he couldn't even feel any love towards me?
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