Chapter 118:
“Really? You should try… but thank you for standing up for me,” I hissed.
I couldn’t believe she supported the doctor even after I defended her.
The doctor had been right, anyway. I shouldn’t have to stoop so low to massage her when other nurses could do it.
I was the King!
“But I didn’t ask you to stand up for me,” she blurted, causing a scowl to settle on my face as my chest rose and fell with anger.
“Excuse me? You’re joking, right?” I asked, disbelief flooding my voice. Blinded by rage, the urge to leave her and never return surged within me.
What an ungrateful little bitch she was. Maybe I shouldn’t have locked Rosa up in her room for treating Aurora badly. Maybe the bitch deserved the mistreatment after all. I suddenly felt foolish for visiting her daily, showing her the soft side of me that no one ever saw.
“I’m not,” she said, her voice filled with anger, before her silver eyes shimmered with tears. “I’m your property anyway. I’m your slave. I belong to you forever, and you can do whatever you want with me. You are the King.” Her head lowered in shame as she looked away from me.
“The doctor was right. You shouldn’t stain your hands with someone like me. Let the other nurses deal with it. I’m worthless.” She swallowed hard, tears rolling down her pale skin.
The anger that had consumed me melted away as I was taken aback by her words. “What are you saying?”
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“Face the truth, Damon! I’m worthless and shouldn’t be defended. Just let me live the rest of my miserable life.” She broke down in tears, her hands covering her face.
My heart shattered at the sight. I hated seeing her cry.
Without a second thought, I pulled her into my arms, letting her head rest on my chest as I gently rocked her. Just the way she liked it.
My palms patted her head softly, and my fingers tangled in her silky caramel hair.
I slowly lifted her head, allowing myself to get lost in the depths of her ocean eyes.
The light in the room danced across her eyes, making them seem magical, casting a warm glow.
Thick silence enveloped us as I stared deeply into her eyes, lost for words.
I didn’t understand why I wasn’t angry when she called me without my title.
The taste of my name on her lips filled me with a strange pleasure. I wanted to hear it again… but this time, when she was moaning.
“For a couple of days, you’ve been coming around. It leaves me confused and sad, knowing you’ll abandon me after playing with my emotions,” she paused, biting her bottom lip.
My breath hitched as the overwhelming desire to claim her consumed me.
“Why are you even standing up for me? Why do you suddenly care?” she asked, making me feel uneasy.
