Chapter 87 No Fear
Relaxfully resting with his one leg over the other, Luke took a sip of his drink, barely controlling his laugh when Peach had lost her composure and called the manager.
“Sam,”
“Oh, Miss Harrison? It's been quite a while, what can I do for you?”
“What type of servers do you have huh?”
“Uh, is everything alright? Did one of them foolishly do something?” He gulped, afraid this one mistake could result in something terrible.
“No, she is exaggerating,” Luke waved his hand to gesture to the man to be relaxed.
“You..”
“Stop overreacting, Peach,”
Pouting adorably, she folded her arm at her chest, “Hmph. I want male waiters to serve us only. Understood, Sam?”
“Sure,”
Afraid of her wrath, he left quickly, obeying her as Luke was indulging in the sight, clicking his glass with hers.
“My, my, aren’t you still possessive about me?”
“Why shouldn’t I be for what is mine?”
He spoke too quickly for her to comprehend, “Liars says who,”
“Who?” She blinked but soon understood that he called her a liar and hit his chest playfully, “You..”
She was about to get angry but decided not to destroy their time with useless arguments, she took a sharp inhale, regained her posture and rose from the seat, offering him her hand.
“Let’s dance, Luke,”
“I don’t want to, I am tired,”
“It’s alright, come,”
“You just don’t take no for an answer, do you?”
“Nope~”
He didn’t react yet she forcefully took his hand and dragged him to the dance floor to move in rhythm to the symphony and dance to forget it all.
Twirling her fingers around his neck so his eyes won’t fall on another soul.
Smirking at the slightly tipsy man, she was about to press herself into him but exhaling, done at her shenanigan, his hand held her sides, creating a fair distance between them.
“I know I am drunk but not drunk enough to give in to your temptation, Peach,”
“Why not? Am I not sexy enough?” She giggled, dragging her nail to his locks, enjoying the proximity but he removed her hands.
“You are not…”
His eyes mysteriously contemplated her, speaking a harsh truth for her to swallow.
“Desirable,”
Her eyes went wide in disbelief, “Why not? What do I lack?”
His one statement pierced an arrow through her chest. A hint of hurt flickered but before it would break her, she muttered.
“I saw Arabella too, there is nothing special about her. In fact, I am far superior than any woman you could have met so why not?”
“Because…” He ended up laughing a little, shaking his head, “Nevermind,”
“What? Tell me,”
“Maybe later, let’s enjoy our time here. Shall we?”
“Whatever you say,”
Uttering, she decided to sway along the moment but the sting of his words remained, making it difficult for her to remain unaffected.
In order to shift her mind from his one comment, she called, “Hey…”
“Hmm?”
“I am getting a little curious. What is that sober and drunk ordeal?”
“Why don’t you find out?”
“Can you endure the answer?”
“I must,” He shrugged.
“Okay,”
They spent the rest of the evening together, sharing a pleasant time in order to discard the upcoming tribulation as Peach tried her best to lift his mood.
Just when they were living, using moments to eradicate their sting.
On the other side, William and Arabella were having dinner silently. Gloom dispersed between them, evoking hesitation.
Staring at her food, she was poking the food, losing her appetite, hating the point her life had reached.
“Are you happy after meeting Helena?”
“Hmm,” She replied coldly.
Noticing her daze, that even sending her to Helena so she could express her ache to diminish it failed.
Shaking his knee anxiously, he waited to achieve another reaction apart from her hollowness, disturbing his whole being.
“Are you feeling better?”
“Hmm,”
“Did you tell her something?”
“Hmm,”
“Didn’t it lessen your weight?”
“Hmm,”
He got desperate, “Then why are you so silent, Bella?”
Exhaling, she placed the fork down, replying to him sincerely.
“Because I am hurt to find myself nothing but a plaything. Someone you meticulously stole from the world to make a collection,”
William might not have realized it but the ache of being considered a chattel was far more than he could understand.
He still failed- No, he wasn’t trying to, he didn’t want to be convinced and scoffed, “At you are here, with me,”
“But, is that how you desire me?”
“So?”
“Will you even think of me as a human?” She growled, losing her composure.
“I don’t think so. You will hurt me, use me, show affection, nothing… but a toy to be played by you again and again,”
“I should have been like this from the start, I wasted my whole life and for what?”
After listening to her series of complaints, he leaned back on his seat, expressing nothing but frustration.
“To be thrown away in a heartbeat by the very people I considered my life? What did I gain by being good?”
Slamming her hand on the table, she rose from her seat, asking in disbelief, for the uncaring demeanor had become unbelievable.
“Are you happy with the choices you have made? Because this is the result of your own actions,”
“Yes, at least I am not suffering,” He followed the same gesturing, growling back at her.
“Do you not consider this as suffering?”
“I don’t,”
Not wanting to extend the conversation needlessly, William scoffed and walked away after showing zero concern in those eyes.
Standing stunned, he was frightening Arabella more than he could comprehend as in those ruthless silver gems.
She saw no fear of losing.