Chapter 115

Isabella's POV

As the city drew to another crimson-grey day, I had to rise from the bed, that familiar scent lingered in my nose and I wondered why. Though I didn't see him leave the room, I heard the sound of the door closing and that made me assured that he had left. However, my sheets had his scent and so was my bedding. The memories of his kisses wetting my neck and firing up those strange emotions in me shot through my mind, but I just pushed it away.

It was wrong kissing him, why do I have to keep thinking about him this early in the morning as if he was thinking about me. Perhaps he was, the other day, I caught him staring at me when he was talking with some of his men and during the dinner last night, he kept following me around and would gawk at me if left his side.

This man was doing strange things that were not part of what we agreed on. Though more like what he agreed upon, I never accepted this marriage and took a date, I still find it difficult to accept it. Somewhere l