Chapter 59

Arabella's point of view.

I woke up to someone caressing my hair softly but I wasn't confused about who it was, because firstly, I perceived Wymond's scent and secondly, no one can enter his room without permission or an invite -apart from me and him.

"You're awake" he said.

I sat up and rested my back against the headboard, a yawn left my mouth as I rubbed my eyes like a little bunny.

Wait, wasn't I reading a book? When did I fall asleep? And where the heçk is my book?

My eyes looked around for it, only to find it on the bedside table and I reached for it again.

"You're still mad at me?" he asked.

"Hm" I hummed.

He nodded at the book in my hand.

"Why are you suddenly reading about the pearl bead?" he asked, with his brows raised.

"Er..."

I stared at the book as I briefly thought of what to say, to brush him off.

"...I'm just curious, I just wanna know more about it" I replied him.

I've been reading these