Chapter 38

I widen my eyes, holding my breath, my back is taken aback in the effort of wanting to escape the slap. I noticed that since his hand stood, it didn't move.

A scary thing to behold!

Am I the cause of this? I wouldn't want to admit this. The hand remains where it was until after some seconds before it finally drops. Immediately it returns to its normal position, the tension built in my chest releases, I breathe so heavily, that I can't believe what just happened.

"Did you hold your hand yourself or was restrained by some force?" I ask, this time around so confident to inquire because it's such a strange act, at the same time, he can remember the deep love he has for me, as I believe him, which might have stopped him. He moves his lips but is too afraid to speak out, this alone tells me what it is. I breathe out heavily, placing my eyes on my legs as I try to pull up the pair of leather jeans.

Without saying a word, he returns to the soldiers he