Chapter 96

♦Raphael’s Point Of View♦

“Thank you,” Arielle said as I helped her into the large bath tub full of warm water.

“You remember how many drops she said you should use, right?” I asked, raising the small vial to my face. I was torn between feeling glad about it and irritated. I was happy it was done so that Arielle would be finally healed, but because it was, George had interrupting me when I was so close. So close to having her.

I wanted to grab his neck and strangle him. The idiot had deliberately interrupted us. He wouldn’t have died if he had waited for just a few hours, but he just had to walk in and ruin the mood. I was sure she would have given herself to me without resistance.

But I couldn’t complain or be really mad. Arielle was going to be completely fine, and she was bubbling with excitement, and I couldn’t help but feel the same. I didn’t need to even look at her to know that her broken leg was irking her. Though she wasn’t vocal about it, it was written all over her.

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