I’m Just His Wife

I bit my lower lip. “Do you really love me, Ivan?” I don’t know why that”s what I asked. Damn this mouth of mine.

One of his eyebrows rose slightly and his eyes could not believe what I said. Oh, damn. Look what you did, Andrea!

“were you suspecting my love for you, Rigella? Tell me, what do I need to do just for you to believe that I love you?” he looked at me boldly and seemed even more challenging.

I closed my eyes tightly and sighed. This was so confusing! “You don’t need to-”

He already spoke before I can finish my words. “No. I need to do something. Just tell me what it was and I’ll do it. I love you and I want you to believe me. I want you to have faith on my love for you.”

I sighed again. “Ivan, you don’t need to do anything. Your words were enough …” okay, I lied on that part.

He shook his head and grinned. “I always knew your kind, Rigella. Women prefer equal word and deed.” I almost dropped my jaw. “I know you want to see how much I love you through actions, don’t you? That’s why you’re suspecting my love for you.”

By this time my jaw had dropped. He hit the bull’s eye! I was silent and could not answer. I averted my gaze and leaned on his chest out of sheer embarrassment. Damn!

I sniffed and looked up at him smiling at me. “How did you know?” I asked.

“I just know. I know in myself that I’m still not doing enough to prove that I love you …” he clasped our hands and stared me in the eye.

“Am I demanding?” I bowed down. Maybe he thinks that I’m asking for too much!

He laughed softly so I looked up. I raised my right eye brow and frowned. What’s funny? I’m just asking him!

“You’re not demanding, Rigella. It’s just that … you’re too cute.” after laughing he smiled at me.

I just stared. I’m not even a pup to be called ‘cute’!

I slowly got up from her embrace and frowned slightly. It still hurts a little between my thighs but I can do it again. The gun was right, I can handle it, can it still be just a little pain?

He took my hand and got up from sitting. I adjusted the covering of the blanket over my body and saw her grin for a moment. Sometimes I really don’t know what his movements mean.

“were you going to get dressed?” he asked and gave me a quick look from head to toe.

I nodded. “Yeah. You tore my clothes so here I am and I’m only wearing a blanket.” I shook my head.

He bit his lip and gave me a beautiful smile. “Sorry about that. You know, I was just so turned on that-”

I interrupted what he was saying. “You talk green too much.” ismid ko.

The edge of his lip lifted. “I act in a green way, too. Do you want an example? Right here, right now …” the tone of his voice changed from the last thing he said.

I sighed and stared at him. I haven’t even slept well yet because how many times has he claimed me then … does he still want it? What the hell!

“Stop being a maniac, Ivan. I’m tired and sleepy. Then my head hurts too. I think I have a hangover …” I said tiredly.

Only now did I feel tired, drowsy and my headache. And I can also include my body pain. Darn.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Concern replaced his expression. He took one step closer to me and stared at my face.

“Shit, you’re pale! were you alright? were you sick? Do I need to bring you to the hospital?” he asked worriedly.

I shook. “No need. I just want to rest …”

He nodded slightly and I was just so shocked when at four o’clock he quickly lifted me up like a newlywed. I don’t even know how he raised me. But … I know deep inside myself that it feels so good to be caged on his arms.

It’s weird by I’m imagining us getting married again. I’m thinking about … What will happen if I’m walking down the aisle to reach him? What will happen to our wedding vows? What would be his vow and what would be mine? What was the style of my wedding gown? My hair? The color theme of the wedding? And who would be those people who will form our wedding entourage?

I sighed at the thought. I don’t know but all of a sudden such things entered my brain even though I knew that … there was a good chance that it won’t happen. Everything was so complicated, including the state of our relationship. I don’t even know what our relationship was. Well, it was given that we were married and … we love each other. But, our relationship was not yet definite.

And all the more, we’re going to face a big trouble once we come back to Manila. I know, Seymour was already making his move and I won’t let him win this game he started. I’ll make sure that no one’s life will be sacrificed and get it in the neck again. My decreased family was enough.

I stared at Ivan who’s currently having a serious face right now. I know, he will help me. He’s a man with one word. When he said it, he’ll do it. But, I don’t know if he can bare to fight or even kill the members of the group which he’s included. I mean, they’ve gone through together for almost a decade and I’m sure it’s very difficult for him.

And if ever that he can’t do it, I will accept it wholeheartedly. But I can’t assure him if I can’t harm those members of Dark Alpha that have been close to him. They were Uno’s companion.

After staring at his front, he faced me with a smile. “Where’s your room?” he asked.

I blinked a few times and only then did I realize that we had already left his room. I looked around the entire second floor of the house and pointed to my room which was almost next to his room.

‘that’s my room.” I answered while pointing to the door of my living room.

He bit his lower lip before nodding. I felt his grip on tightened before he walked towards my bedroom door. I think he had reached the front in just three steps. He turned the door knob and then went in there.

When he entered he did not step forward and looked around the room. I know him, he’s so stagy that he checks even the tiniest object when he chooses a bedroom. For example, when he’s staying on a hotel. He wants his bedroom to be perfect and he wants it to pass on his eligible taste.

“Hmm, you still like the color red. I see …” he nodded while looking at the wall of the room.

My forehead furrowed slightly. “How did you know that I like the color red?” I asked as he turned to me.

He was stunned for a moment and I saw him swallow. As far as I can remember, he don’t care about me and he don’t know even a single thing about my hobbies and favorite when were together. How come, he knows my favorite color?

I know it’s a small thing but it seems like it’s just amazing. Or was it just that I have too much OA so that I even think about it and notice it? Tsk, I don’t know.

He sneezed and immediately smiled at me. “I just noticed then. Most of your things and stuffs were color red.”

My lip lifted and I nodded. He’s right, most of my things used to be red even in the kitchen. I think he was good at formulating a theory then.

“What about you? Black and white was your favorite color, isn’t it?” I will ask.

He went home. “Not anymore. I actually like other colors now. I feel like that’s the only color of my life when that’s the only color I know. So … I decided to change it. But, though, I like other colors now, I mostly like color blue, it’s manly. ”

I swallowed and smiled. I remembered something again.

When we were just a child, he always open up his huge fascination about the color blue. That it means peace and serenity for him that’s why it’s his favorite. He used to want his life to be quiet and happy.

“And, color blue means peace for me …” he said smiling while looking into my eyes.

I sighed. Does he remember? “Ivan-” I bit my lower lip to stop my speech. I think, this isn’t the right time.