Chapter 94
Christie’s POV
Since I told Freda what I saw, I’d been feeling terrible. What I saw
could break up her family. I didn’t know why I hadn’t thought about it
before I spilled.
Sighing, I moved the trolley out of the dining area. I noticed Kieran and Amelia were staring at each other flirtatiously. I didn’t know how
it wasn’t obvious for everyone to see. I got to the kitchen still wallowing in my thoughts and didn’t realize I’d bumped into someone
until I felt strong arms holding me up.
“Are you okay?”
The blood in my body froze. That voice belonged to Lady Agatha’s son, Elijah. He was here? My eyes shot up immediately, and I stepped away quickly from his embrace, feeling embarrassed. I stared at my
feet as I apologized.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t see you there.”
He chuckled. “I’m beginning to think you have a knack for bumping into me, but it’s alright. I hope you didn’t get hurt. That trolley must
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have pressed back on you.”
I couldn’t help but smile. Asking if I was okay–this was the second
time I’d bumped into him, and he always asked about me first.
“I’m alright. I should be asking if you’re fine.” I was still staring at my
feet.
Ever since we’d met last time, I’d been dreaming nonstop about him-
and they weren’t innocent dreams. A wave of embarrassment passed
through me, and I moved away from him even further.
“Did I do something wrong?” He asked, coming near me.
“No.” I shook my head.
I felt like if I looked at him, he could tell everything I’d been thinking
about him and the reason why he hadn’t shown up these days. Was it
necessary for me to ask him?
“You wouldn’t look at me, and now you’re putting space between us.
That hurts me.”
At the mention of hurt, I raised my head immediately to look at him and caught a smile on his face.
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“Sweet. You’re so sweet.”
I flushed red. “Thank you.”
“Don’t be so polite now. I remembered saying I’d have you cook for
me again.” He stretched his hand for me to take.
I turned, looking around to make sure nobody was around. I took his
hand, and he directed me toward the main kitchen. If he wasn’t the
lady’s son, I would have wondered how he knew his way around the
kitchen so well.
He took a seat, pulled another close to him, and gave it a soft pat. I
frowned.
“Sit.” He stared at me intensely.
“You want me to sit?”
“Did I stutter, Christie? Come sit with me.” His voice held an edge
that left no room for argument, and I found myself placing myself on
the chair.
“But I thought I was to cook for you. I mean, there are ingredients left from making breakfast this morning. I could do something for you if you don’t want to have the same thing as them.” I jumbled my words,
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and he chuckled.
I paused. His voice was sweet, but the sound of his chuckle was
extremely attractive, and it left butterflies in my stomach.
“What is it? Your face is all red.”
I hid my face immediately with my palm–such a childish move, but
there was nothing else I could do at that moment.
I felt his hand on my hair. It was there for a while before I realized
what he was doing. I’d tied my hair up in a bun because I couldn’t let
it be all over the place while I served at the table. Elijah had loosened
the pins I’d used to hold my hair in place, and my hair fell to my
shoulders.
“Your hair is beautiful let down like this.”
I smiled. He couldn’t see because I was still covering my face.
“Your mother will have my head if she finds me with my hair down
like this in the kitchen.”
He chuckled. His hand tugged on mine covering my face, and I dropped it. He was staring at me in a way I couldn’t describe, and it
didn’t make me uncomfortable. Instead, it made me feel things I
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thought I’d stopped feeling.
I couldn’t keep lying to myself—I wanted this man. I didn’t know yet
why he was always good to me or why he touched and stared at me
the way he did, but I liked it, and I never wanted him to stop. He
made me feel beautiful.
“Trust me, my mother is the sweetest woman ever. She’s only mean
because she needs all of you to do your jobs, but when you get to
know her, you… you don’t believe she’s sweet, do you?”
I shook my head.
“I didn’t say anything. She’s sweet.” I raised my hand, and he laughed
out loud.
“If you thought so, you wouldn’t have that look on your face. But I
understand–she’s a woman to fear. But she is a sweet woman, not
just because she’s my mother, but because I’ve watched her with other
people.”
I smiled. The way he talked about Lady Agatha made it sound like we
knew two different women. All my hatred toward her lessened. Maybe
I was going to try to see her from his eyes.
“The audacity to have you seated when breakfast is going on is
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
