Romans & histoires Why Does Zane Wear A Mask Over His Mouth

"Do you take this woman to be your wife, to stand by her through thick and thin?" "I do," the man said, his voice muffled by the mask. The guests whispered in awe. Howard Larson, the Larson family's big shot, was so in love with me that he would not let a bad cold stop our big day. He did not want to disappoint me. "Wait a second." The man's eyes darted around, and his forehead was dotted with sweat. I smiled and asked, "Howard, you're looking a bit pale. Too busy with the wedding to remember your medicine?"

Each piece of lace that fell away made me feel more exposed and vulnerable. More like Elowen and less like Nyx. His phone buzzed again. "Someone really wants to talk to you," I managed. "I don't care." He tossed his phone onto the side table without looking at it. "Right now, you're all that matters." I was completely naked except for the mask. His eyes devoured every inch of me, and I fought the urge to cover myself. "You're nervous," he said softly. "No, I'm..." "Don't lie," He cupped my face again. "We don't have to... I won't push if you're not comfortable."

I’m not going to hurt you. His words were bizarre, but I had no time to think them over. No matter what he said, I wasn’t about to trust him. Still, I nodded in agreement, signaling that I would comply. Once he seemed convinced I wouldn’t resist, he relaxed a little and guided me toward the bedroom. He must have known I was pregnant because he kept his hand protectively near my stomach, careful not to harm me. As we moved, the dim light of the moon filtered through the window, and I finally got a clearer look at him. He wore a black mask that covered his entire face, leaving only his eyes visible. In the darkness, I couldn’t tell who he was at all.

“I’ll get them and bring them back. No one will know.” “Ah. So Mr. Rule-Follower is going on an adventure, eh?” The sound of Zane’s voice made me jump. I whirled around, clutching my chest, to find Zane leaning in the doorway behind me. He was already dressed as if to go out—dark jeans and a black hoodie. “Were you going somewhere?” I whispered. He just shrugged, smirking impishly, then turned to Callum. “I’ll go with you. Better than going alone.”

We move to the tables to make our hair and faces match our outfits. Izzy pulls my mask from her drawer, the one rule I always had. My face had to be covered. My family could not find out I was here and they dealt plenty with sleazy men. The masks leaves my mouth open, but covers the top half of my face. "You girls ready?" Thomas asks from the door when he peeks in. "Holy fuck. I don't think I'm ready. You two are delicious."

Shirley snapped her eyes open as she felt something bright enough to blind her at the moment on her face, she turns only to see it was the ray of light filtering in from the window. "Good morning, your royal Majesty" she turned to find Zane staring right at her, his hand tucked into the pocket of his neatly ironed trousers. He looks so flawless and irresistible in the navy blue shirt, black shorts and adidas sneakers he was wearing. If possible he looks more handsome than yesterday when she last saw him, the sun was playing with his sea-blue eyes, if you stare at them for so long, it will look as if it trying to suck you in. "Take a picture, It lasts longer," Zane said.

Zane had been transferred to the general ward. However, he still had to wear an oxygen mask and had not woken up. The wound on his head had been wrapped in gauze, and he was so haggard that it seemed as though he had aged more than ten years. Penny asked the doctor nearby, "When will my dad wake up?"

He sighed and brushed his hand in his hair the other hand resting in his pocket and he stopped smiling and said in a deep voice, “Seeing you now is risking my life, you know my first name and for the first time I am not afraid to take such a step.” He turned to me and this time he looked straight in my eyes and he continues, “I will try and come back here to see you. But if I can’t and you can recognize me without my mask when we meet once again, then I won’t hesitate to be yours forever. This I promise.”

Zane instantly recalled that he came to Carl's chamber last night to inquire about his discussion with his mother, but found his golden mask instead of him. Realizing that, Zane tilts his gaze back to the gold mask in his hands, then to Carl, whose face was covered with a cloth. 'If only I didn't sleep off, I would have seen the Neela King's face, however, it's impossible now,' Zane thought. Although he was keen on asking Carl his questions, it was daybreak and he didn't want his mother to worry, so he decided to forget about it and leave instead. Zane climbed out of the bed, scurrying toward the door without glancing at Carl or saying anything to him. However, Carl quickly blocked his path,

Privacy on this plane had been decorative fiction. Zane stepped in, ducking a little through the doorway. He’d traded his white dress shirt for a clean black T-shirt, dark gray joggers, bare feet. The tie had vanished. The watch stayed. A faint line of veins showed on his arm as he shut the door behind him. He carried two glasses. Not wine. Clear liquid, a lemon slice stuck to the rim. “You check the passenger manifest?” He set one glass on the nightstand. “No three-and-a-half-year-old and four cats. You’re safe.”