Devil For A Husband

Chapter 39: Only the violent taketh it by force.

So much sadness and very little happiness.

The lady's words rang through my mind. Assuming she was telling the truth about what she saw, it would only mean living in his world must be awful for him. Letting out a sigh, I stood straight.

"Blayze, I'm not going to walk away just because you said so. If I'm to call you a monster then it's only right I find out if you truly are one." I stated boldly, believing every part of my sentence. After all, a book can't simply be judged by its cover.

Putting up a bright smile. "Are you hungry? Let's eat."

Blayze

"Thank you." She appreciated as the waiter set the last serving on the table before leaving. I watched as she picked up a fork. In truth, I've been watching her ever since she made the comment about not leaving. She didn't have to but I also couldn't deny the fact I felt different having heard that. I didn't want to show it. I didn't want her believing in the impossible.

"Aren't you going to eat?'

"I'm not hungry." I was quick to reply.

"If we really have to do this then you have to do something called trying. Try being a little less self-absorbed for a change. For example, eat." Her statement felt more as an order but I did get myself into this in the first place so, though hesitant, I picked up the fork by the side of my plate.

She flashed a brief smile before digging into her food. Though hesitant, I started out with the salad.

Half-way through, I looked up and met a pair of eyes staring back at me.

"What?" I had to ask and she shrugged.

"I think this is the first time we're having a meal together. Seeing you eat, I think you're definitely human."

I blinked.

"Was that supposed to be a joke?"

She nodded.

"Yes." She replied with a smile before putting a piece of chicken into her mouth.

I looked down. "It's a bad one."

I heard a light chuckle on her part and slowly raised my eyes to meet her smiling face, though her eyes were lowered. I couldn't help but stare for a while.

Once outside, it was clear the sun was going down and the night was fast approaching. I felt the need to hail a taxi but Caden didn't feel the same.

"Come on, let's walk a bit and feel the evening fresh air." She expressed before venturing ahead. Though reluctant, I strangely felt like a puppet on strings and so I went along.

For a while, our walk was filled with silence until she broke it.

"What is your favorite colour?"

"I don't have one."

"Oh, come on. You must have a colour you fancy. Mine is black. It's bold, classy and has a strange mystery to it. Is there any colour that makes you feel different? I mean there has be at least one." She queried as she looked my side, I couldn't help but glance her side once.

"No. I'm too busy to feel that way about colours." I told the truth.

"Ok, you can work on finding the time to appreciate colors." She gave in quicker than I'd unknowingly expected.

"Do you like music?"

"Maybe."

"Maybe? So, in summary, you don't know because you've never really tried listening to songs."

I couldn't help stealing a glance at her.

"What about art? Paintings. Do you like them?"

I was silent for a while. I'd never really given them much thought. I'd always been so busy with work or better yet, I'd always occupied my mind and thoughts with work.

"I'll take your silence for a no. What about movies? Have you ever been to a cinema? Actually, watched a movie?"

I was hesitant with my reply.

"No. I see. Do you have a favorite sport? Though you don't seem like a sport fan."

My silence was only that could be said and for some strange reason, she fell silent for a while as well.

"What's your dream woman like?" Her question was unexpected. I'd never given much thought to that. In fact, dating was out of the question in my life.

Caden

For an inexplicable reason, I had to ask that and only when I said it out loud did I realise how irrelevant that question was at this moment. Could I take it back? I should. I stopped on my tracks so did he. Looking up to him, I opened my mouth to speak but was interrupted.

"Someone bold, different... less of a cliché. Someone uninterested in what my name stands for and more into who I am." He looked up, into my eyes.

"Someone who believes I'm not a monster no matter what people say."

My heart thumped within my chest, racing faster by the second and for a moment, my breath ceased, hanging in my throat. I couldn't look away. No, I didn't want to look away. I looked at him differently. I saw him in a different limelight.

Right there, I knew it. I was falling in love with him and I didn't know if that was the safest or right thing to do but... it was happening.