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.

I answer without a second

husband. Was it,

take

cotton on the medicine. Without waiting for his

down to blow on it. I wanted to make it better. I knew he

told you I was okay.”

going to care for you, just like

doesn’t seem happy with my response, but he doesn’t stop me

over,” I

turned around so

remove your shirt?”

He frowns, “why?”

I can see a bruise on your

his cheek as he lifts the shirt off his

saw the deep

pain make everything better for you?” I

want to answer any of your questions.” He growls. “If you must ask me questions,

Why wasn’t he willing to get help?

it affect me the way that it’s doing to him. I share his pain. If he’d

press the cotton against the wound on his chest. His forehead creased, and I could sense how

and lightly blew

when he grabs

him, and his eyes

“That’s enough.”

I’m not finished.”

heal.” He cuts me

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

Everything was still the same. We were still

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