The Blood Lord: Chasing My Abused Mate

Twenty Two

Kimberly

Ask anything?

Did he just say that I should ask him anything?

I raised my head to meet his devilish gaze to confirm if he truly meant that. However, I was swept away by his cuteness.

He looked so cute with his thick brow and perfectly sharpened nose. I couldn't stop looking at him. His amber eyes shone like the rays of the sun. I watched his thin lips sip from the glass in his hand and I couldn't help admiring his perfection.

There was something different about him tonight that I almost couldn't stop myself from falling into his arm.

He was just too handsome and hot.

The cloth he had on fitted him perfectly like he was born with it.

"Ask away," he repeated, calling me out of my flirtatious thoughts.

I reverted my gaze and immediately looked down. I bit my lips and fiddled with my fingers as I thought of what to ask without having to offend him.

Though, it's only been a few days. I knew not to offend Kendrick. I wouldn't want to venture into a part of his life that might subject me to more pain and torture.

"It's fine....." I gulped and placed my already sweaty hands on my knees. "I do not need to know."

Kendrick poured himself some whiskey and gulped the entire content in his mouth.

"I share a strange, unexplainable bond with my family." He paused. "Especially my brother, Nigel." Kendrick poured more drink in his cup. "And I want no loop holes."

He set his glass on the table and lit another cigarette. "You are my wife and should act accordingly."

Though, he didn't say it outrightly. I knew what he was insinuating. He wasn't a man of many words. So, I could understand what he was trying to say.

I could deduce from his words that he wanted us to act like the perfect couple while his family stayed at the Manor.

Kendrick cared so much about what his family thought of him. It was unbelievable.

I couldn't believe that the Almighty Kendrick would be willing to go as far as taking me out just to convince me to act as his wife.

The Blood Lord needed my help just to make convince his family that his life was moving right. I can Imagine how much pressure he must be getting from his family for him to desperately want to put up an act.

It's no wonder he was being so kind and generous. It's all because he wanted me to put up a facade.

"There should be no reason for a doubt about our relationship." He added.

I would never have believed if someone told me that Kendrick could go so far just to act before his family.

"Do you understand?" His voice was low and commanding.

Though he was trying to sound polite, it came out as an order. After all, the blood Lord was known to give orders not seek favors.

"Understood," I nodded fervently.

He smirked and took another puff from his cigarette.

"My mother likes ....."

I listened carefully as Kendrick told me what each member of his family liked and disliked. He described each one of them so well that I was left speechless.

Despite being so close to my family, I didn't know them as much as Kendrick knew his family even though they spent most of their lives apart.

"Do you get it?" He raised his head again as if to make sure that I caught everything he had to say.

"Yes," I replied quickly.

His eyes had become different as he spoke about his family. His eyes deemed every time he mentioned his brother and I could sense a strange aura any time his brother's wife was mentioned. I wonder why.

"Good," he pointed at the tray the waiters and waitresses were holding as they approached us again. "Let's have desserts."

I adjusted on my chair and stole a quick glance at the man as he immediately took a bite from the Tiramisu.

"Thank you," I murmured in gratitude.

After all, he ordered all these foods just for me. Even though I still couldn't understand how he knew what my favorites were.

He could have told me all he did even at home. However, he chose to bring me here and made me feel special.

My panicking heart settled and I sighed in relief. It seemed like I wouldn't be dying yet after all. Kendrick needed me for now, so I could expect my life to be temporarily spared by the blood Lord.

"Enjoy," he flashed a devilish smile.

How could I enjoy with the devil sitting right in front of me? Though the desserts were my favorite, I couldn't enjoy it with Kendrick sitting right before me.

Soon it was time to leave.

Kendrick stood up first and helped me with the chair. I stared unbelievably the man.

He didn't have to act now since his family weren't with us yet.

He did the same with the door, putting his hand out for me to hold as he helped me get in the car.

When we arrived home, Kendrick picked me up bridal style before I could step out of the car.

I gasped in surprise as he lifted me suddenly. He took me to his room and set me down on the couch.

My jaw dropped as I watched him drop me carefully as if he was afraid that I would break if he wasn't careful.

He smirked as he stood up and took off his suit. "Get used to it."

His voice was full of mischief as he spoke while he took of his clothes. Kendrick was definitely a flirt. He knew how to bring attention to himself.

Although he had his back turned to me, I got a good view of his body.

There was a round scar on his back that looked like he was burned with a hot, round object. I fought so hard to resist touching the scar.

He turned abruptly, catching me staring at his body. I reverted my gaze immediately and stood up to return to my room.

"You will stay here with me."