Chapter 70 (1/2)

Chapter 70

Amethyst saw rage in his eyes. Now she had blurted it out, there was no going back. “Yes!” she added, “I am tied to you on a contract. Perhaps you will find it in your heart to dispose of me so coldly like your ‘employees’ then. This is what scares me. You being so cold and willing to brush the matter off. You scare me.”

It was true. Amethyst was scared of Alexcent. She wasn’t scared of him physically hurting her. But she was constantly scared that she meant nothing to him, that she was disposable as other people he was so indifferent towards. She couldn’t bear looking at him anymore, so she looked down at the steak on her plate.

Meanwhile, her words hit Alexcent like ice pricks through his heart. He flinched. He knew she would be gone by next year, and he wasn’t able to comprehend why it affected him so much. Although one thing was perfectly clear, he didn’t want her to be frightened of him. To her, at the least, he didn’t want to appear a monster.

“Ash…,” he called. Only silence greeted him. “Ash, please,” he tried again.

“What?” she said.

“Look at me,” he urged. She turned to face him with a massive effort on her part. “I apologise,” he said gently, “I am sorry. It was wrong of me. I will take care if something like this happens in the future.”

“Really?” said Amethyst, surprised.

“Yes, of course,” he said.

Amethyst felt like a heavy weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She was about to smile but knew that there were other things they had to settle first. “What about you?” she asked.

“What?” he asked, confused.

“You were mad at me,” she said in hesitation, “You said you wanted to punish me.”

She wondered what kind of punishment he had in store for her. Somebody who didn’t hesitate to kill could only have so many brutalities that he didn’t mind committing. Is he going to end the contract? Amethyst was afraid.

Alexcent looked at her trembling hands that she tried so hard to hide from his view. He could never ‘punish’ her. He had never meant it frighteningly. He had been furious that the bastard had tried to force himself on her. He had been infuriated with Amethyst too, for putting herself in danger like that. But seeing her bruised neck, still with imprints of the bastard’s fingerprints and her sore wrist, his anger at her was replaced with an ache in his heart. How in hell can I punish her when none of it is her fault? He sighed.