The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

Chapter 176

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 176

BOOK 3 CHAPTER 12

~Willow~

He had bruises on his face again. These were fresh bruises. It meant that he’d only just gotten them.

“Why did you do this to yourself?” I demand from him. “Was kissing me so bad that you must hurt yourself to forget about it?”

His jaw clenches, and the muscles in his arms pulse almost angrily, “why are you still awake?”

He ignored my question about kissing me. I couldn’t believe this. Dante must truly hate being married to me.

It all made sense now. Those fights were helping him stay married to me. It was the only thing that kept him sane.

He looks over his shoulder when I don’t respond to his question.

I don’t say anything as I walk out of the room. He doesn’t follow me either, not that I was expecting him to.

I walk toward the medicine cabinet. Autumn told me about it. She mentioned that it might be a good idea to help take care of Dante’s wounds whenever he returned home like this.

I knew that Dante was protecting me only because of Anya, but I wanted to protect him in return still.

I grab one of the kits and walk up the stairs back to his room. He doesn’t even look up at the door when I return.

He is lying on his tummy with his face turned to the side. His eyes are closed, and he’s breathing heavily. He must be tired from the fight.

I quietly walked over to his side and sat on the edge of the bed. His entire body tensed when he realized how close I was to him.

“What are you doing?” He asks without opening his eyes.

of my husband,” I answer without

hearing me refer to him as my husband. Was it, not

to take care of me.”

and dab the cotton on the medicine. Without waiting for his permission,

to blow on it. I wanted to make it better.

told you I was okay.”

for you, just like you do

seem happy with my response, but he

over,” I

so that

your shirt?” I

He frowns, “why?”

see a bruise

is against his cheek as he lifts

when I saw the deep wound

better for

“If you must ask me questions, you

get help? Why was he purposefully putting himself in situations to get

left, but I’m not letting it affect me the way that it’s doing to him. I share his pain. If he’d open up to me, maybe we could help

the cotton against the wound on his chest. His forehead

lightly blew on

gasp when he grabs my

and his

“That’s enough.”

I’m not finished.” I try to

He cuts me off. “Thank

didn’t treat me horribly, but he didn’t treat me like I was

still the same. We were still strangers living in the same house.

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