Chapter: 59
“You don’t have shoes and the floor is very cold in the early morning” Was his response with a frown and I can’t help but bite my lip to contain a smile at his words, he really changed into a possessive mate.
I like it!
“Don’t bite your lips, love” I looked up to meet his eyes and saw it had been staring at my lips “I’m the one who has the right to bite your lips, don’t hurt it” he added in a serious tone which made me smile again. He walked to the kitchen, setting me into one of the leather chairs at the breakfast bar and nearly squeaked in delight when I realized this is one of the twisty ones. Ignoring my surroundings, my happiness makes me twirl happily on the chairs with a laugh thinking that I am so childish right now.
I never felt so happy, Titus makes me happy like I never have before. A pair of eyes staring closely from my antics that make me blush in shame.
Oops…
“Do you need help?” I clear my throat and try to speak like an adult. He raised an eyebrow “You can cook?”
Sh*t, he knows…
A laugh coming from him means he knows that I’m not good in the kitchen area, thinking that I’ll never have a mate, cooking never crosses my mind thinking that I will just buy something from the store or cafe.
“So you can cook?” I asked him back who stared at me for a moment before he continued to whisk something.
“I have life longer from ordinary people, so yes, I can cook like a chef”
His answer caught my attention and made me want to ask what I had read in the book that he, the king, was immortal, many said that in times of war he had been torn, bitten, shot but nothing could kill him.
“I’ve read something about you, you know” I start and he hums without turning his body to tell me that he hears me “That… That you’re immortal?”
A plate of pancakes was placed on the table in front of me and made me gasp as he kissed my lips quickly “Eat first, I’ll talk” he said softly.
Taking a fork, I started pouring honey before cutting it and putting it in my mouth.
Mewling in pleasure, my eyes widened and turned to look at him “This is delicious, Titus” I exclaimed happily.
“You’re the first person who has tasted my cooking in a long time” he responded with a small smile and then told me to go back to eating it with a nod of his head.
Hearing the sadness in his voice, I placed my hand on his cheek and made him close his eyes while letting me touch him.
“I know what you read, I checked when you got back to your room” My hand fell from his cheek and he opened his eyes as he took my left hand. He fell silent and I let him prepare himself for the story.
When I said I accepted him, I had made the decision that he was my life, my mate and I would accept him completely.
“I’m 412 years old, Gwen” I gasp in shock with wide eyes and he just smiles sadly looking at me “the witch cursed me to have no happiness and always hurt from losing people I care about” He explains and for the first time I hear this story, no one said or wrote about the curse.
However, 400 years alone?
Oh my g*d, even my 5 years away from my family hurt like that, let alone this…
Once, we kill your mate… I suddenly remembered those words.
“Have you ever had a mate, Titus?”
He nodded and I gasped loudly.