he kissed her again

Chapter 4

Celine Coleman POV

The last few days I've spent here seemed to be the best days of my life so far. Prince Bryant although was complicated and not an accommodating person, still, I somehow felt comfortable and relaxed around him. I could count how many words he has said to me since I moved in here.

It was a beautiful Saturday morning, and Alpha Kayla already left for their Pack for something important as he said to me before he left, leaving me and Bryant at home. The maid already went to the grocery store to get something, so I was alone at home with Bryant.

"What is he doing now?" I asked myself after I checked my wristwatch, and since I was curious, I decided to go to his room and check up on him. Who knows, maybe we could go for a walk around the mansion since I was bored. I soon got to his doorstep and placed a knock on it, but got no reply from him.

"Excuse me. Are you inside?" I called out, and when I got the same silent reply, I finally pushed the door open and walked inside to find the room empty. He was neither in his room nor his wheelchair.

"Where did he go?" I mumbled, and just when I was about to go look for him, the bathroom door pulled open and I froze on the spot when I saw him wheeling the chair out of the bathroom. He was naked with no single fabric on his body. Although I turned swiftly and covered my face, the image of his naked body was imprinted in my head. His abs were sexy, he had a broad chest, and his d*ck was how many inches? Well, I had no idea about that.

"Why are you covering your face?" He asked me the dumb question that made my eyes widened as I stared into space.

"Is something wrong?" Again, he asked me the stupid question that made my heart flutter. I know he was dumb, but I had no idea it was this bad.

"Yes, something is wrong. You are naked," I felt like crying because this was hard to deal with. As much as I wanted to yell at him, I had to be easy on him because of his condition.

"Is it wrong?" He asked again, and this time, I turned unconsciously to find him staring at me cluelessly. Does he not know what this is?

"Yes, it is wrong. You should get dressed. Excuse me," I turned to leave, but he stopped me.

"Please help me. I can't get dressed," I stopped on my track and raised my eyebrows as his words pierced through my ears.

"Huh? Wh...What did you say?" I blinked my eyes rapidly, avoiding looking at him.

"Please call the maid if you can't do it. My brother always does it for me, but he is not around now," He was really the dumbest person I've ever come across.

"You want me to call the maid to come get you dressed? Are you kidding me?" I asked him unbelievably, but before I could say another thing, he pouted his lips and grimaced as if he was about to cry.

"The fuck! Are you going to cry? Ugh! This is so frustrating," I mumbled, looking away.

I finally managed to get him dressed, heading out of his room afterward.

Going out of my room and bumping into him after what happened was the last thing on my mind, so I locked myself indoors.

"Ugh! It's so frustrating," I groaned tiredly, dragging myself into the bathroom to have a bath. Who knows, maybe it would make me feel relaxed.

Heading back into my room minutes later, I found the screen of my phone on, and I checked to see that it was a text from Alpha Kayla.

'I won't come home tonight. Take care of my brother' I slumped on the bed after reading through the text. Do I have to see him again today? Tossing the phone on the bed, I proceeded to get dressed.

Hours passed before I went to his room to check on him, and I was stunned to find him sitting in his wheelchair and staring out of the window. He was so lost in thoughts that he didn't even notice that I was inside the room.

"What is he thinking about?" I asked myself. Now that I finally got the chance to admire him, I stood close to the door and stared at him. Sadly, he had to live like this, and I couldn't help but pity him.

"Are you ok?" I asked him, announcing my presence when I got tired of staring, and he turned around to face me. He stared at me creepily for seconds, then smiled at me creepily. That smile that always had me freaking out.

"Who are you?" He asked, suddenly looking terrified like I was going to hurt him, and I raised my eyebrows shockingly. Does he have a short memory too?

"Do you want to go for a walk?" I asked, covering the distance between us, then squatted in front of him and patted his hair slowly.

He stared at me blankly then suddenly squealed and I flinched.

"Are you ok? Why are you crying? Did I do something wrong?" I asked him worriedly, holding his shoulders, but what he said broke my heart into shreds.

"I want to die," He uttered as tears streamed down his cheeks. This time, he didn't look like the dumb Bryant, but a man going through shit. The pain in his eyes was evidence of the one he must be suffering inside.

"I want to die," He said again, crying harder, and I gulped down the lump in my throat. I had no idea how to stop him from crying or how to comfort him since I wasn't used to things like this, so I just smiled at him and cupped his cheeks in my palms, staring and smiling at him.

"Stop saying that, Bryant. It's not nice, ok?" I pinched his cheek, wiping off his tears with my thumb, but more kept streaming down his cheeks.

"You are a strong man, and I promise that you will eventually pull through this, ok? You will be fine, I promise," I assured him even though it didn't seem like he was ever going to get better. His brother must've taken him places to cure him and it didn't work out. I was curious about many things, but there was nobody to satisfy my curiosity and give me the answers I seek.

"I want to die," He kept chanting that and crying harder, and I finally pulled him into my arms, hugging him tightly and patting his back as tears brimmed in my eyes. I had no idea why my heart suddenly hurt seeing him in this condition, but then, nobody deserved to go through this pain. Nobody deserves to be treated like this by life, but I guess there is always nothing that can be done after fate does its thing.

"You won't die, ok? You'll be fine... You will pull through this, I promise," Again, I assured him as I patted his back slowly, and I think that worked because he stopped crying immediately. Pulling away from him, I held his cheek and smiled at him.

"Do you want to go for a walk? We can walk around, you know?" I asked him, arching my eyebrows, but he stared at me creepily.

"Is there anything you want me to do for you?" I asked him, leaning forward, and he nodded his head.

"What is it? You can tell me, and I will do it for you. Come on, tell me," I urged him, but he shook his head instead.

"Come on, tell me. I will do it for you," I urged him again, but what he did next made me freeze on the spot. He leaned forward and claimed my lips. He kissed me again!