Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife-Chapter 335: "It matters."

’The heart knows what the mind cannot comprehend—when two souls are destined, no force, no time, no distance can keep them apart. They will always find their way back to each other, again and again.’

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She did not know where he was taking her; she merely let him lead her away, his warm, large hand clutching hers in its warmth as he walked down the stone-brightened path that led to a summer house. She knew that much, as despite the night, everywhere around them was lit with pole lights. They had driven in his car in silence, a comfortable one, where she sat on his lap with her head against his chest, and he ran a soothing hand up and down her spine.

He had taken a wet wipe and wiped off every little trace of blood on her without so much as disgust on his face. She had just killed someone, for goodness’ sake, but this man acted like she had spilled chocolate tea on her hands and face and gladly wiped it off for her. His eyes were filled with tenderness as he treated her like a fragile, precious thing that should be handled with care.

She’d never been cared for like that. He didn’t say a word to her, but watching him treat her like that after she’d committed a horrible crime that would soon catch up to her once the authorities were informed of the dead body, she felt emotional and threw herself into his arms. He held her and soothed her quietly until they reached the destination he’d given his driver.

The moment they stepped out of the car, he clutched her hand in his and carefully began to lead her away. She could smell jasmine and roses in the air as they walked down the path that led to the small mansion nestled amidst gardens and pine trees.

When she almost tripped in her heels, his hand shot out to support her. He smiled down at her, and before she knew it, she was gathered in his arms in a bridal-style carry. She watched the perfect angle of his face and felt every familiar feeling that she belonged right in his arms.

He opened the door by pressing in some code while still holding her with one arm. When they entered the house, it was dark—not completely dark, as the lights from outside penetrated the glass windows with thin sheer curtains. He did not bother to turn on the light and continued up the stairs. She couldn’t help but wonder how he could see in the dim house.

She should be more concerned about where he was taking her, but surprisingly, she did not care about that. She shamelessly realized she would follow him anywhere at this point with the emotions swirling inside her. She had just found out that he was the father of her son and that there was a possibility she was his wife. As stupid as it might sound to any modern person, she was starting to believe him. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

He took her to a room upstairs, and when they entered, her jaw went slack at what she found. He slowly put her down, and she stared wide-eyed around the room.

"Did you do this?" she asked quietly as she looked around the modern room that had been turned into something entirely different. The rest of the house might have been dark, but this room was not. It was well decorated and brightened with candles and oil lamps.

The bed was covered with rose petals, and the large sliding old glass window with a net at the left side of the bed was opened wide to the beautiful garden, where the pole lights illuminated it like it was day, giving one a beautiful view of it while lying on the bed. The path that led to the bed had lamps on the sides and petals on the floor.

She couldn’t help but wonder when he’d done all of this. She turned to him and found him looking at her. Her heart skipped a beat at the intensity of his amber eyes.

"Do you like it?" he spoke for the first time since he’d taken her away from the street, his eyes showing how much he hoped she liked it.

She nodded her head. "It’s beautiful. When did you do this?" she asked curiously as she turned to look around again, trying not to let her stirring stomach make her nervous at the fact that he’d brought her here to obviously spend the night together on that rose-petal-covered bed. Did he know that she would be here tonight for him to do this?

"Since the day I came to this world, there’s not much that interests me," Lucian began to say as he rested his hands on her shoulders from behind. "I spend the time I am not in that office decorating this and the garden. I arranged the lights and only had someone light them up tonight."

Lucian had known that a day would come when his wife would give him a chance—a chance to show her what their love had been like before this—and he’d prepared this house for it. A few days ago, he’d gone to see Elder Penn, and he would admit, the man was everything he would have wanted in a father.

He had not only been proud of what Lucian had been doing for the company lately but had also given his blessings about the rumors of his relationship with Eleanor Hart that had surprisingly spread around everywhere. He still couldn’t believe the magical device known as smartphones could spread gossip that fast.

The man wanted him to settle down and be responsible. They had driven down to this house he called the family old summer home, where Lucian later realized the man had spent his honeymoon with his late wife many years ago. Since Xander didn’t like the house, as he considered it ancient, he intended to give it away.

Lucian had said he wanted it. He could imagine himself and his woman and Ian spending time there, away from the crazy city and people. The summer home was closer to nature, and he liked it immediately.

For the past few days, Ave had been ignoring him and avoiding him. He’d let his frustration and pain out here, repairing the garden and the swing and sending Gary to buy him oil lamps and many things he used to turned the room into what it was now, which weren’t easy to get.

He didn’t know why he was doing it when he had not even made any achievement in winning back his wife, but he had done it. He would leave the house late at noon and go to the hospital, where he knew Ave would not see him. Just like he did every day, he had gone there today and seen her leaving the building without her car.

He’d told Cal to follow her at a distance. When those men had blocked her way in the alley, he had left his car in a flash to go teach them a lesson when he saw his wife catch the man’s neck. She’d used her powers without even realizing it. Her powers were still hidden inside her...

"I see," Ave said as she brought her arms up to hug herself. Then, as if remembering that she had killed someone, she looked down at her hands in horror. "How could I kill that easily? I didn’t mean to do it, I just wanted to..." She didn’t finish her words when Lucian pulled her into his arms again.

"Protect yourself. He deserved to be killed for daring to touch you, my love, and if you had not done it, I would have." He assured her as he stroked her hair, and he felt her stiffen in his arms.

"My reputation will be tarnished if the authorities get involved. I shouldn’t have killed him, I—"

"Nobody will know about it. You won’t be in any trouble because the body is no longer there," he assured her.

One thing Lucian had learned about this time was that killing would put you in so much trouble. Thus, when Ave stepped out of the car, he had given Cal the order to go back and take care of the man’s useless body in the alley. Lucian Xander had many bodyguards who would clean up his dirty deeds. He would never let his wife get into any sort of trouble before he convinced her to go back with him.

Ave moved back to look up at his calm face. Pursing her lips, she said, "Have I done this before? I mean, when I was your wife, have I killed anyone?" He made killing seem like something natural, and the way he spoke made her feel like she had done it before and he had cleaned up the mess for her.

Lucian smiled before he could control it at the fact that she had accepted that she was once his wife. He didn’t know when he nodded his head. "Yes." And then he regretted it immediately as she moved away from him and raised her hand to hold her throat with horror in her eyes.

"How many people did I kill?" she asked again.

He should have just said no to her question, Lucian thought as he stared into her teary blue eyes. "It doesn’t matter," he said as he tried to reach her, but she stepped back.

"Tell me. It matters. I want to know who I am and what I am capable of. I just killed someone, for heaven’s sake! I am supposed to save lives, not kill them!" she cried, her voice rising to a hysterical pitch as she grabbed her head in her hands and went down on her knees amidst the lamplights. "Nothing is making sense to me anymore. Nothing..." she sobbed.