La Serpiente, Foxy cursed bride in CEO Ghost’s lair - Chapter 184

[The next day]

I don’t know for how long I remained awake in my bed, drenched into thoughts and don’t remember when I had fallen asleep after crying.

But I was greeted by the knights of ‘Sun kingdom’ early in the morning even before my alarm could ring, which of course wasn’t an option now after my transformation.

What would I do with it, when I had nothing to keep me busy rather every single person in the orphanage became occupied for caring me.

Perhaps I was too terrified to face everyone now, after knowing that every person in the building was aware of my new condition and because of which I couldn’t sleep well.

“Ugh! this f**king curse on me!”

I covered my eyes immediately with right hand, after that day my irises had grown to be sensitive to daylight at sudden exposure. Indeed I had turn into something else which was definitely not a human at all, my back had became a little hunched too.

Everything was happening due to the curse, I didn’t know whether it was really that worth or not, a price to love Sinclair MacLaverty.

A huge price, which I had paid!

Which had disrupted my ways of living and had stolen my normal life.

I pushed my silhouette out of the bed and took some baby steps to reach the door.

“Damn you stupid dood, don’t you dare play tricks with me today.”

I clearly remembered that yesterday it got locked itself that grandpa Lorenzo had to call for some help, and I had to move to another room till then. Of course, I wasn’t a normal human being to everyone now.

But I didn’t want to be late on my very first day of the search for the mysterious Ghost Lord, so I pulled the handle and to my surprise…

“AaaaHhhhh…!”

What I encountered took me by shock and my reflexes acted up at once, forcing me to let out a scream but something covered my mouth instantly.

“Don’t shout you fool.”

A handsome man was in front of me half n.a.k.e.d, just in a towel. My eyes were bored into his orbs, as some magnetic pull was caused between us.

“I will let you be but don’t shout, okay.”

He removed his hand from my mouth and ebbed some steps, as if he was analysing something,  pondering eerily.

When my pounding heart was throbbing like a machine making noise into my ears, unknowingly my gaze slid onto his body circling every inch of his well proportioned abs and exposed toned torso.

“Eww! girl you are nose bleeding!”

I didn’t know it could happen in reality, and thought only people in comics suffer from that kind of situation.

Before I could react to lift my eyes from his defined abs, he had stuffed my nose with

tissue paper.

“Stop your naughty thoughts, Syna!”

Something snapped me out of my dirty reverie of drooling at a man’s n.a.k.e.d body for the first time, at the sudden hearing.

He knows my name!

Wait!

Who is he!?

I immediately lifted my head and tried to recall and it took me just a few seconds this time to realise.

“S- Sinclair!”

I blurted out loud in a shocking state and instantly recalled that how ugly hag I was looking.

Without even pondering for once that despite my ugly appearance, how did Sinclair recognize me at one glance? I immediately turned around covering my face with both hands.

“No, no…don’t look at me!”

I moved towards the mirror immediately without even glancing back, I was angry on him and should have been.

“Why are you here, huh? To see that how am I doing? How am I still surviving?”

I was fully aware that how much sarcastic my tone had turned but then again, why would I refrain myself from hating him when he was the cause of my loss!

“Or you are here to see why haven’t I committed suicide, after that day when you had dumped me and said that you would have killed me yourself if I weren’t choking at that moment!”

Yes! I had heard it that day.

I had clearly heard his voice saying that only he could kill me, and no one else!

Perhaps I was still alive after that and he had to pretend in front of Hestia, and attempted to save me but afterwards cursed me with this appearance!

Maybe, he was well aware that of Hestia’s identity, or perhaps there was some other benefit of him to save me.

“What! Hey, none of these accusations are true, even a teeny tiny bit of them!”

I could hear Sinclair’s voice ranging into my room, but yes, I silently prayed for all my accusations to turn out to be false.

Was I still in love with him?

Of course, I was.

Deeply.

Madly.

And unconditionally.

“You don’t need to hide from me, Syna. I’m fully aware of the curse which had fallen onto you, but I assure you one thing that it is certainly not my doing. Hestia had informed me today in the morning about it but I think, I know who is the actual culprit.”

I heard his voice, his concerned voice fell into my ears, it was filled with sadness. But then whatever he had uttered loosened a tight knot of hatred in my heart.

Perhaps, Sinclair was aware of my thoughts, I suspected more likely was assured that Hestia aka Lolita had filled him in about my condition and thoughts.

I didn’t blame her for anything, or even for meeting Sinclair MacLaverty without my permit, because I knew my dear friend had wanted best for me.

Perhaps she was well aware that I was still in love with him, and I still believe I would not have been head over heels for him….if not for the soul bond which we had shared previously via intimacy

He calmly went towards my bed, took the towel which was in his hand and began to dry himself. His eyes never left my back, I wondered actually that why he was still persistent, that came to see me after knowing about the curse?

“Ow! Syna you are keeping too much hate for me, without knowing the truth, I know we need to talk but don’t yell at me, please.”