Chapter 8

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Adriel found himself getting more and more drawn to Emma's captivating presence. Her intelligence, wit, and determination left him in awe. Every day, she surprised him with her endless brilliance, and he could not help but be fascinated.

She was not the type of girl he had always dreamed to have as his wife or someone he loved. He wanted an outgoing, crazy and sexy woman just like himself. He got the exact opposite but it was too perfect.

She was good at cooking, had a very good relationship with the servants, kind...

Name them all. Emma had everything.

"How long will you keep staring at me that way?" Emma's voice threw him out of his chain of thoughts.

"How can you just be so perfect? I mean, I can't help but stare at this beauty before me. You may not have the perfect shapes but you've got the face darling."

"Oh, please, don't start with your sweet talks this morning. You have to eat the food I prepared before it gets cold."

"Sure, sure