**ROSEANA**
"Why are we here?" I asked Damon. The car came to a stop in front of a hospital.
He explained, "to get your sprain treated." His attention was fixed forward, and he didn't even look at me.
My brows furrowed. He never even told me we were heading to the hospital. I should have said no.
"I want to go home. My sprain isn't severe. I'm sure it'll be fine in a few days; all I need to do is put some ice on it," I explained.
"That's right," Damon grumbled. "Says the woman who can't even walk on her own two feet." I pouted at what he said.
Before we even reached the entrance of the hospital, a man in a suit met our car. I was surprised when Damon pulled over and got out of the car.
"What is he doing?" I wondered.
I sat there watching Damon as the stranger approached him. He gave the man something. I believe it is the key to his car. Damon muttered something to the man, who listened intently. He then moved closer to the door of the passenger seat.
He attempted to open the door for me but was unable to do so because it was locked. "Open up," he instructed. Even though his car is tinted and he can't see me from outside, his brows are wrinkled as he stares at me.
"Don't wait for me to get angry, Roseana," he said threateningly. I know he's been upset with me since earlier in the mall. I'm sure he's not kidding at these points. Well, when did Damon crack a joke?
I bit my lower lip because I couldn't help but open the door. Damon shot me an irritated look, his brow furrowed as usual. His gaze is hostile once more as if someone is always fighting with him.
"What was it that took you so long to open the door?" he inquired.
I kept staring at his face instead of answering his inquiry. Why does my husband always have an angry expression on his face? He is also hilarious at times, making me laugh a lot due to his teasing, and I recently discovered that he has a sweet side; the only problem is that he gets upset quickly. He was joyful for a time, then enraged for a few minutes.
He is more handsome when he smiles. Though he's still attractive regardless of his expression, When he smiles, or even if he is not smiling, he becomes more approachable, and the environment becomes lighter. When he's angry, he looks like a snobbish bad guy. You'll think twice about approaching him because he can erupt in rage.
"What? You can't even speak now?" he exclaimed.
I couldn't keep my hand from touching his brow. Damon was surprised when instead of replying, I raised my hand. He thought I was going to hit him, so he grabbed my wrist.
I gently removed his hold on me. Surprisingly, he agreed to let me. His gaze was fixed on mine.
I caressed his scowling brow. My fingertips lightly stroked his brow. I only had one hand on his face at first, but when I saw that he didn't resist, I brought my other hand to his face.
My eyes shone with satisfaction as I touched his face and stared at it. I couldn't believe it at the time that this was true and that he was real. Could it all be a dream? What if the truck struck me and I wasn't truly saved? What if this is only a figment of my imagination?
How did I get such a gorgeous guy all to myself? What luck did I stumble upon that I was able to meet Damon? He was the one who saved me while I was on the verge of death. He who marries me only so those who are on the hunt for me can't find me. He let me stay at his house and never treated me poorly, even though I had nothing to offer him. He gets upset when I leave without telling him where I'm going because he's afraid I'll be kidnapped by the people who come after me. He was the one who looked after me when I was sick. How can I be so fortunate to have such a man?
He may not be the most gentle of people. He does not say much. He always scolds me. But this man here in front of me is the only one who lent a hand when I needed a savior.
All this time, I assumed he was my adversary. He used to irritate me and reprimand me like a child. But when I saw him care for me today, I understood that I can't live without him and that if he leaves, I'll be adrift again.
When he leaves, I don't think I'll be able to return to the old me. He did so many kind things for me that I'm not sure what I'd do without him.
"Thank you," I responded finally. His tense brows finally relaxed. Damon's eyes fluttered. His expression softened as a smile formed on his lips.
When I saw him smile, it warmed my heart. I never imagined I'd feel so proud of myself for making someone smile.
"What has gotten into you? Hmm?" he questioned, reaching for the back of my head and softly patting it, his hand remaining in that place, slowly stroking my nape.
"Nothing," I replied. "I just felt so grateful that I have you with me."
"Really?"
"Yeah, you're not the most kind or the best husband, but I see you as more than enough for me," I replied, caressing his silky face and running my fingers over the bridge of his nose, even slightly pinching it.
"Why am I not nice? I even took care of you when you were sick. How can it not be considered kind?" he inquired. He sounded like a grumpy kid.
"I tried to stay calm even when you cheated on me right in front of my face, and I even stopped myself from punching that fucker who dares to lie beneath you as if you don't belong to anyone."
"Hey, what are you talking about? I never cheated on you!" I exclaimed, stopping my laughter since it felt like he was letting out what he was feeling right now without realizing it. My two hands remained on his face, gently caressing it.
"You did it! You have no idea how angry I was earlier when I saw you with that man. I never got to lie next to you, but that jerk dared to have you on top of him." "I'm the husband here, not him," he explained. When he noticed me laughing at him, he rolled his eyes.
"Don't laugh; I'm not joking," he said emphatically.
Because of his demanding tone, I laughed even harder. I gave him a head nod. "Got it," I said. He gave me a hiss.
"Are you jealous of that man?" I inquired.
Damon's eyes widened in amazement. He looked at me as if I had just said the most absurd thing imaginable.
"Woman, are you kidding me? We both know that I am more handsome than that man. I am taller and more masculine. That man can't be compared to me. How dare you!" he exclaimed violently. He seemed so offended by what I said.
He wanted to say something, but when I kissed him, he swallowed his words. I felt his soft lips against mine once more. It's strange how my heart reacts the same way whether I'm around him or he kisses me. It continues to thump louder and faster.
"Yes, you are far more wonderful to anyone in every way," I whispered, a smile on my lips. Then kiss him on the lips once again.