Chapter 148. Wife or Mistress?

Flashback

They at last reached the room when he put her down on her feet gently. Her position dwindled slightly, her balance unsteady, when he grasped her arm to support her.

He turned her head towards him, looking at her face. His eyes were fixed on her face, as if he never wanted to look away.

"I need an answer next time when I ask you," he told her, holding her gaze longer than necessary. He opened the door of the room, guiding her inside as they both entered before he closed it. He could hear her short, rapid breaths, shallow and quick, echoing through the enclosed space. He then carried her bridal style, guiding her to the bed. The rhythm of her heartbeat was audible to his sinful ears. Her soft, black locks could be felt through his satin kameez. Her eyes were stuck on the buttons of his cotton kameez while his gaze was set on her. Her scent, that of white praline, soothed his olfactory senses.

He sucked in a sharp breath and guided her to the bed,