Chapter Fifty-Three: My Business.

Alba C.

His eyes were wild, his shock gut-wrenching, but more than that was the pale state of the reporters in the hall at his commanding and uncontrolled emotions.

I squelch the yearning to soothe him that builds within me, coupled with a maddening desire to stroke his flesh and whisper sweet apologetic words.

Did he feel this way too, or am I still the only one that softens each time he shows me such expressions?

Is it odd that I would rather him be furious with me than hurt?

But again, only an idiot can fall for the same play twice.

Marko’s shocked gaze trains on me, warning that he was about to lose his cool, a pity because I wanted to drag this out as long as I could. Still, at this rate, the reporters might collapse under his abilities that require emotional stability for adequate control.

My legs find their strength, so I stand, wanting to distract the reporters from their discomfort.

"Any further questions?"

"C-can you prove your engagement?"

A female reporter in a green suit