Chapter 282 - What the f_u_c_k is that? (1/2)
Liam slightly flinched as his gaze automatically went straight to Seraphina's exasperated and sweating face. Seraphina realized that she couldn't control her emotion, hence, she breathed in and out to calm her heart.
After a second, Seraphina forced a smile to stare back on Liam's worried front. ”I'll just take a quick shower. I stink.”
'Again… with that smile.' Liam instantly thought inwardly seeing Seraphina's familiar smile. That very amiable smile that always poked his heart -- indicating that she was being secretive again. However, he can't ask for her to be transparent in an instant hence, he could only smile back and nod in understanding, just like what he always does.
Without another word, Seraphina rushed to leave the kitchen, heading directly to her room. As soon as she reached her spacious and princess-like bathroom, Seraphina didn't undress as she immediately turned on the shower and soaked herself with her tasteless clothes intact.
Being drenched to cool herself off, Seraphina placed her palm on the marbled wall while her head was receiving all the water from the shower.
”What the f_u_c_k is that?” she mumbled. Though she regarded those little whispers as her demons, alas, Seraphina also knew that it was just her subconscious mind. Hence, she was disgusted having such thought.
After all, someone as vengeful as her, how can she bear feelings to the person who killed her in the past? Albeit the conclusion waver as she started to doubt her memories, but still, Dragon is still on the list. Moreover, the past few months she believed that Dragon killed her in her previous life was enough to halt all the lingering feelings she had for the man.
Seraphina punched the marbled wall, one after another until she lost count and her fist began to bleed yet, she felt no pain. Sometimes, Seraphina hated the fact that she lost the ability to feel physical pain as she wanted to divert her attention to her wounds instead of her muddled irrational emotion.
'Damn it. Damn it. Damn it.' She cursed, again and again until all the bottled up frustration were vented out.
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Seraphina wore an oversized hoodie that extended and overlapped her fist to cover her damaged fist. Just in time, Liam was serving the last dished he prepared. Going back to her bright self as if she didn't abuse her fist, Seraphina smiled as she made her way and peched at the seat facing to the supposed seat of Liam.
Liam glanced at her as he took his seat opposite her. 'That smile again…' he murmured inwardly. For some reason, he felt troubled. This always occurred whenever he was with her. One second she was fine, the next second, it was as if he was with someone else -- a girl that filled with mystery. Can he take it? Can he handle it? Well, he won't know if he didn't try right?
”Feeling refresh?”