All Chapters of My arranged marriage: Emelda and Bryan. : Chapter 31 - Chapter 35

Bryan's POVI stood at the corner, my mind reeling as I struggled to process what had just happened.Emelda's words still echoed in my ears, her voice ringing with a defiant fire that I had never expected from her, a fire that had left me mouth-tied.I don't know the one that stood out, the hunger as our lips joined or the intensity of her slap when I began to be my usual self.I touched my face again, the heat of her slap still stung on my cheek as I tried to make sense of the situation.I was never one to ever lack words to say but the echo of Emelda’s words coupled with the slap I never saw coming glued my tongue to my teeth.Emelda's words had struck a nerve, had stirred something deep within me that I had long since pushed down, something that I had tried to bury beneath layers of bravado and apathy.I could still picture her face, the hurt and anger in her eyes as she'd turned away from me, her words a condemnation of my actions. I was still lost in my thoughts when my phone ra

Emelda's POVMy heart continued to race as I watched Bryan charge towards Jeffrey and I. What could he be up to this time? It was safe to conclude that Bryan, aside from being arrogant, was also very impulsive in his actions. My body began to tense in fear as he drew closer, his expression hard and unyielding."Go home, Jeffrey," he snapped, his voice like ice as he crossed over to where I was and held onto me firmly. “Ms. Ferdinand and I have unfinished business.” Jeffrey looked between us, his brow furrowed in confusion as he took in the tension in the air.Jeffrey hesitated, his eyes flicking between us before he finally turned away."Well, I'll leave you two to it, then," he said, his voice growing quiet as he turned to leave, his disappointment clear in his tone. I waited patiently till Jeffrey drove before turning to face Bryan. "What do you think you're doing?" I demanded, my voic

Bryan's POVThe scent of the early morning sun wafted through my nose as I laid tired on the bed. I blinked my eyes open and was surprised to find myself alone in the bed, Emelda's side of the mattress empty, the sheets still imprinted with the shape of her body.Reaching for my phone, I checked the time, surprised to see that it was just past seven. I thought I had overslept, yesterday was indeed a handful. She must have woken up early, I thought to myself, feeling a sense of unease as I sat up in bed, my mind racing as I tried to figure out where she would be.As I sat there, the memory of Emelda's crying from the night before became fresh in my mind.I had come in to get my phone, thinking she would be asleep. I came in quietly but my heart shattered when I saw her face all buried in the pillow as she sobbed quietly. “Oh! Bryan, what did you do.” I rhetorically asked, deep ache spreading through