Chapter 21 I Am Your Wife
#Finished
In the study, Zevan watched as Minerva went out and came back. A deeper frown fell over his brow, his hand instinctively reaching for the gun in the drawer. “Leave,” he commanded, “I won’t repeat myself a third time!”
Minerva approached, noticing his hand movements. “Zevan,” she said, “I’m curious. If I made you repeat yourself for the third time, would you shoot me on the spot!”
Zevan felt a discomfort coursing through his entire body. The veins on his temples throbbed, his control over his body slowly slipping away. He had no intention of hurting her.
In the end, he set down the gun he was holding, reaching out to grasp Minerva’s slender arm before he thundered in a raspy
voice. “Get out!”
With that, he pushed her away.
Minerva wasn’t able to maintain her balance, and when she fell onto the carpet, her forehead hit the sharp corner of the coffee table. Immediately, blood gushed out.
Gasp!
Minerva let out a pained groan, clutching her wound with her hand. The vibrant crimson of her blood seeped through her fingers and trickled down.
Zevan’s pupils contracted, and he swiftly retrieved the first aid kit Using a cotton swab soaked in alcohol, he tended to her wound. “Now, you’ll remember, this is the consequence of making me repeat myself for the third time.”
Minerva looked at his stern jawline. “Considering you’re unwell, I won’t hold this against yo
you
Zevan helped her apply the bandage, a smile playing on his lips. “You knew I was sick and that I’m currently having a relapse, yet you still came in. I must say, my wife is braver than I thought.”
Minerva looked at him, shaking her head as she spoke. “Mr. Lemieux, others may fear you, but I certainly do not.”
Zevan’s slender fingers paused lightly. He looked at her small face which appeared all the more pitiful because of the band- aid she wore. “Leave,” he said, “I want to be alone.”
After speaking. Zevan helped Minerva to her feet
Minerva quickly extended her delicate hands, embracing his muscular waist,
The moment she embraced him, Zevan’s tall and upright figure instantly stiffened. Her body was so soft that it felt boneless. Her small face was pressed against his firm chest, like a docile kitten clinging to him.
Zevan caught another whiff of her enticing natural scent. The aroma was inexplicably pleasing, soothing his frustration significantly.
He took another deep breath, finding that the scent of Minerva could somewhat bring him comfort.
At that moment, Minerva softly spoke in his arms. “You said it yourself, I’m your wife.
Zevan’s body, once taut with tension, slowly began to relax. Even the terrifying darkness in his eyes was fading away. He lifted his hand and held her in his arms.
He gently rubbed his handsome face against her soft hair, the scent that emanated from her felt… somehow familiar.
Perhaps it’s because she has just eaten strawberry jam, so she’s carrying a subtle scent of sweet fruit and creamy dessert.
Minerva quietly held him for a moment, then her delicate hand slid upward along his lean waist, coming to rest on the broad expanse of his back and over his shoulder blades. “If you’re still feeling uncomfortable,” she suggested, “biting might help.”
Penting one’s emotions appropriately is indeed necessary.
“Bite you? Aren’t you afraid it would hurt?”
Chapter 21 I Am Your Wife.
She bit him swiftly and fiercely, catching him completely off guard. Blood quickly seeped through his white shirt.
She had bitten him so hard that she drew blood.
In fact, she nearly tore off a chunk of his flesh.
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The sudden onslaught of pain made Zevan’s body tense up. Holding Minerva in his arms, he stumbled backward. Minerva’s leg tripped against the edge of the couch and in the next moment, both of them tumbled onto it.
“Mrs. Lemieux, is this your revenge?” Zevan pressed himself on her, the liberating pain clearing the gloom from his narrowed eyes, restoring a measure of lucidity.
With a raise of her delicate eyebrows, Minerva said, “You pushed me just now, so now, I’m biting you in return. We’re now
even.”
Minerva attempted to get up, but Zevan pressed down on her shoulder, compelling her to stay put.
The position they found themselves in at that moment was somewhat intimate.
Minerva found herself captured in his gaze. His eyes flickered with crimson flames as he watched her intently, as though she was his prey.
“Mr. Lemieux, what are you doing?”
“You smell wonderful. You never did tell me which brand of perfume you use.”
Minerva looked somewhat bewildered as she said, “Mr. Lemieux, I told you before, I don’t wear perfume. What strange scent. are you detecting on me? Could it possibly be the fragrance of my body wash?”
Zevan looked into her beautiful eyes, feeling as if he had come back to life. His handsome gaze softened, his lips lightly touching the bandage on her forehead, leaving a gentle kiss. “Does it hurt? I’m really sorry about earlier…”
The dominant and forceful mafia boss had apologized in a soft, husky whisper. Minerva felt as though she was being seduced. by his gentle charm.
