CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE : JENNIFER ANDERSON

Ethan let out a cold laugh at Xavier's words.

Wrapping his arms around the lady’s waist, he tugged her closer to himself.

“Jennifer Anderson, my fiancée,” he said. The softness in his eyes when he gazed at her evoked tears in me, and I clenched my wrist, my nails digged into my palm enough to draw blood. The pain was enough to grant me some relief and keep my tears away.

Xavier flinched at Ethan’s words, his eyes widening like saucers. He immediately unwrapped his arms from my waist, stepping closer to the woman beside Ethan.

“Miss Anderson, it’s a pleasure to meet you again.

You’ve changed. You look even more beautiful than before; I could barely recognize you.

And we received no news of your coming back to the country,” Ethan said, his voice all too eager to please the town's princess.

I watched her as she smiled shyly at his words, then looked up to Xavier as if for affirmation, who nodded at her, then she clasped her hands around Xavier’s outstretched ones.

“Thank you. Your fiancée looks even more beautiful than me,” she said, sounding very timid.

Her fingers came to tuck a loose strand of hair that kept falling on her face.

Ethan noticed her discomfort as he immediately shifted close to her, twining the strands of hair around his fingers.

“The hair packer?” He asked her, his actions looked so carefree, like he had done it countless times before.

“Ohh, there is no need to do that Ethan, people are watching,” Jennifer said reddened, her face flushed a deeper shade of red at his actions, while his wrist was still held on her hair firmly.

“I told you several times already, little one, to always keep your hair wrapped when it brings you inconvenience but you never listen,” He said, his eyes filled with care as he watched her, a frown of concern etched on his face.

“I just wanted to look a little bit more beautiful besides you, since we were attending an event. My mother said I look even better when my hair is down, and I…”

“How many times do I have to tell you little one, I do not care how you look.

And why do you bother trying every time. You already look so beautiful. So don’t listen to what Aunty says,” he said, cutting her off. She stretched her hands giving him the hair packer she took from his bag, and he tied her hair into a perfect bun.

“Thank you,” she said softly in a small voice making Ethan’s mouth tipped up in a genuine smile as he gazed at her with love.

“Wow, the heir of the Blackwood must really love his fiancée,” a voice from the crowd said, snapping me out of the trance I was in while I watching their affectionate acts.

My eyes reluctantly left them, as I struggled to keep myself from crying.

“Yes he does. They have been in love with each other since they were children.

They made an amazing couple. A fairy tale relationship,” another said, her voice brimming with love for them.

They were not wrong, they indeed made an amazing couple.

As for Jennifer, I had seen her on news and magazines several times but never in person.

I now understood why they called her the towns princess.

She looked every bit like a princess, a fragile princess at that, probably inginting one’s instinct to protect her.

From her small soft voice, to her cute yet outstandingly breathtaking facial features, she looked like an angel.

Combined with her hourglass shape wrapped in an elegantly stunning white dress—making her look like a wet dream.

She was, in one word, drop-dead gorgeous. I don’t blame Ethan for treating her like a porcelain doll, nor for loving her when even I choose her over myself with the way she looked. But still it did not keep the jealousy in me from raising its head.

“Miss Harnes, congratulations on your engagement, you both look lovely together,” Jennifer said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

My eyes gazed at her shy smile, as she looked at me expectantly.

“Answer her Leah, we cannot afford to make the Andersons angry,” Xavier's voice said in my ears, making me flinch in shock as his hands coiled around my waist.

I did not realize when he came back to my side.

“Thank you,” I said with a tight smile, struggling to keep a polite expression on my face, knowing I had no right to be angry at her. Ethan was her fiancé, she had full rights on him, while I was nothing but his sex slave.

“Forgive her Miss Anderson, she is feeling overwhelmed today,” Xavier said, all too politely to Jennifer, who nodded hesitantly while looking at me with confusion.

“Come on, little one. I have someone to show you,” Ethan’s voice came through, and I watched as he encircled his arms around her waist, while she smiled up at him, as they walked away.

“I need a drink,” I muttered to Xavier, not bothering to wait for his reply before walking away.