Ensnaring his Dark Moon-Chapter 257: My Princess was jealous

Jeremiah glanced at her reluctantly but he obediently sat back.

Esme did not do much as to spare him a glance as she walked out of the dining room. The little food she had eaten was threatening to make a reappearance as she picked up her gown and ran inside the hallway under the surprised gazes of the servants and soldiers.

They had pretty much seen her like a calm and poised doll. They had to be shocked to see her running like an uncultured woman.

But did she care?

She did not.

Her feet slowed down when she reached the hall where Aleister’s room was, adjacent to hers.

At the further end, she saw that maid whispering something in his ear.

Before Esme could use her powers to eavesdrop, the delicate woman had already pulled back and all that was left for Esme to see was Aleister’s charming smile.

He... smiled at her. At her words. Or whatever she whispered.

He smiled at someone.

He—

While Esme was in a daze, both had disappeared behind the pillars and curtains.

She came out of her reverie and looked around.

Where did they go? To his room?

Her legs moved on their own accord as she stopped in front of his room. And without second thoughts, she barged inside, ’’You—’’ her words trailed off when she noticed the man standing in front of a window, his strong back facing her, appearing lonely and vulnerable.

Something twisted in Esme’s heart.

He turned around when he heard her voice, ’’What are you doing here?"

’’I...’’ Esme licked her bottom lips. She turned around and closed the door behind her as she strode towards him while looking around his room, ’’Where is that woman?"

"What has it got to do with you?" he raised a brow, but instead of looking provocative, he just looked sad.

Esme bit her bottom lips for a moment before whispering, ’’I saw you both in the hallways. You looked intimate. I thought you would end up together here.’’

’’We did,’’ Aleister coldly said, ’’She is here.’’

Esme’s eyes widened.

’’In the bath. Preparing everything,’’ he added.

Her face fell as she stepped back from him, clutching her gown at her sides, ’’I... apologize, My Lord, for interrupting. I will take my leave then...’’

Esme turned around to walk away as her eyes burned.

She had just taken a step when Aleister grabbed her elbow and pulled her into his arms. Her back crashed against his muscular chest.

He hugged her from behind, burying his nose in her hair, greedily inhaling more of her intoxicating scent, ’’Can you not leave me, my dear moon? I need you...’’ his voice had a hint of pleading.

He was begging her to not leave her.

Esme’s lips wobbled, ’’You said you have someone here. What was I supposed to do other than walk away? You...’’ a teardrop rolled down her cheeks which turned into a pearl.

He caught it before it could fall. He turned her around and wiped her tears with her thumb.

’’You asked her to come here to...’’ Esme closed her eyes, ’’...to accompany you. I thought you are over everything you had for me. I thought you were growing sick of me—’’

’’If I did not do that, would you have come to find me?" he sighed, snapping his fingers as an exquisite box appeared on his palm. He placed the pearl inside it, ’’I saw the comb in your room. You seemed to like it. I can make you another one from other treasures. Do not cry anymore. It breaks my heart.’’

’’You... What are you talking about?" Esme avoided his gaze.

Aleister sighed, ’’How long are we going to pretend, Esme?"

If astonishment had a face, it would be what Esme looked like at that moment.

Her jaws dropped, ’’How...? When did you find out?"

Aleister leaned back on the window sill, ’’If my assumption is right, you regained your memories when you lost consciousness yesterday. I had my doubts when you passionately pinned me down to the bed last night,’’ he eyed her grievously, ’’I knew you were not dazed like you were pretending to be. You used to act drunk to express your feelings.’’

The corner of her lips twitched.

’’And, you, my dear moon, are so bad at pretending around me,’’ Aleister knew the kind of woman Esme was. Even if she did not love her fiancé, that mer, Jer, whoever he was but as long as she believed that she was engaged to him, she would never take the initiative to reach another man no matter what her heart told her.

She always put her morals first.

"But I was not certain about it until I saw you acting calmly when you saw me with another woman in the garden,’’ Without her memories, Esme was confused about her feelings.

Knowing her stubborn nature, she would not have accepted her feelings for him but she would have been offended that he was sitting with another woman after telling her that he had feelings for her.

Deep down, Aleister was expecting her to do something like Luciana did to Cardan but the woman just stood there, unruffled.

With her memories, she was calm enough to know that it was just a pretense.

’’When that said fiancé of yours touched you, Leo fluttered near your hand and you took the opportunity to slip away from his touch,’’ he said. She did well though. He wanted to chop that man’s hand into tiny pieces.

Esme’s lips thinned, ’’And why did you break the glass if you knew it?"

’’I was just being certain that I was right. Without memories, you would have come rushing to check my hand because of your conflicting feelings for me. With memories, you knew that I could heal that wound with a snap of my fingers and you walked away arrogantly because even though you were calm...’’ he placed a palm on her cheek, stroking her face gently, ’’...but my princess was very much jealous and she held a grudge.’’