Semua Bab Replacing his murdered bride : Bab 41 - Bab 46

AUDREY My heart sank the moment I ran into him. The time seemed to have frozen as he stared down at me with that annoying smirk. He always had the upper hand and I hated him for it. “Cat got your tongue?” “No.” Observing his body language, I began to retract my steps but it was futile. In a few seconds, I was met with the iron door I had just snuck out from. He began to inch closer and soon closed the space between us. “For someone in her period, you seemed to be in such a hurry.” “Good thing I don't have cramps.” I stuttered, while trying to avoid his gaze. “Something important came up.” “So important..” he took another step. “You had to skip breakfast.” I turned my face away from him because considering our proximity, our lips would definitely touch if I faced him and that was the last thing I needed right now. Okay.. not the last thing but.. Focus, Audrey! “I’m not hungry.” My sentence was followed by a loud growl of my stomach.

AUDREY As someone who grew up in one of the coldest parts of the world, I loved the sun a little too much. Maybe because I didn’t have the chance to enjoy its rays as much as the people who lived in hot areas. Or maybe because I loved the fact that whenever it came, the world seemed like a better place, illuminated and brightened. Whatever it was, the sun made me feel safe. My paint brush grazed the white canvas on the painting board with touches of light orange and purple, as I was trying to recreate the elegant muse in front of me. The soft music lingering statehood background soothed my soul, eliminating all traces of reality. By the time I was done, so much time had passed and the sun was finally gone. Slowly, I put down my paint brush and took a pen, then scribbled the name jimy on it. I sit back to stare at my masterpiece and my heart couldn’t help but shatter at the thought of my dead sister. Jimmie had always wanted me to paint the sunset for her. Then, sh

AUDREY After dabbing the last powder on my face, I wore some perfume and stepped out of my room. I had been confined to it since last night and was beginning to get bored and hungry. Although the thought of making my own meal terrorized me, I had no choice but to do it. Charles had some market runs to do and Alexander was away for a business trip. It’s been barely two weeks but I already miss him like crazy. Which I knew I wasn’t supposed to be doing. I didn’t even know when he would come back. “Get a fucking grip, Audrey.” I had to mutter to myself while rubbing my cheeks which always turned red at the thought of him. On getting to the kitchen, a loud sigh escaped my lips. Maybe I should do something simple, I thought. If I could toast some slices of bread, scramble a few eggs and whip up some salad, then I can comfortably make some orange juice to go with it, or even warm milk. That was what I thought. But after twenty minutes of rattling around in