Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

Chapter 94

Chapter 94 – How Should Night End (Anj‘s POV) “Do you love me, Sky?” I repeated the question louder this time, and if I relied on what I felt for him right now, I would settle even for a vague answer.

“No.” He uttered the word so clearly that it seemed to echo the open sea.

Although I expected this already, his one–word answer was sharper than a knife, shattering my heart into million pieces. My tears rolled down my cheeks before I could turn my back on him. A broken heart is overrated because what is a broken heart compared to what I am feeling right now.

“Angela, listen to me,” When I didn‘t turn back, he grabbed my upper arm, turning me and pulling me to him. “I love Lalaine,” he whispered as he pressed his forehead into mine. “I‘m not asking if you love her, Sky.” Because I know, I wanted to say, but I didn‘t. “I am asking if you love me?” “I don‘t want to be unfair to you, Anj. I already snatched your future, killed your dreams, and made you unhappy,” He uttered in a sad voice.

“Then make me happy!” I screamed, pushing him away from me to punch him in his chest, but even that, I had no strength to hurt him. When he didn‘t move, I turned around. Damn this water for making it difficult for me to run away from Sky.

I was almost near the shore when I winced as I stepped on something sharp. I hissed, sitting down on the sand to check on my foot. “Angela,” Sky swam in my direction. I tried to stand up, but the sting tingled my legs that I winced again, wrinkling my nose as I tried to crawl toward the land. He did not ask me again; instead, when he came closer, he carried me back to the mat and checked on my foot. He heaved a sigh. “Does it hurt?” I winced. “Which one?” I asked because, at this point, my heart was in much more pain than my foot. He sighed again. “Angela, I‘m talking about your foot. You just stepped on the sea urchin.” “Is the sea urchin alright?” I tilted my head, thinking fast about what to do. He hissed at me, standing up to carry me again. He went in a different direction,

entering another door of the villa, and brought me to the second floor. “You know I could die at this rate, right?” I asked him. “Mom‘s room is this way. She kept her med kits here,” He explained.

I pouted. “When Dylan kissed me, I tripped and hurt myself. When you broke my heart, I

stepped a sea urchin, and now I‘m handicapped again. Love is indeed dangerous!” I clucked my tongue. He stopped walking. “What did you say? Dylan kissed you?” His forehead furrowed as if he did not like what he said.

I sneered at him. “Does it matter now that I‘m considering marrying him?”

Whatever answer he had, he kept it to himself. He padded to the long hallway before entering the door. It was not a bedroom but more like a study room. He sat me on the couch and opened a cabinet. “Your mom’s a doctor,” I whispered, looking at the books she had on the shelves. He did not answer me. Instead, he sat on the other edge, lifted and placed my foot on the basin he filled with saline. I looked blankly at nothing, causing him to panic. “Angela, talk to me? How do you feel? Where does it hurt?” He asked worriedly. I lifted my arm and pointed my clenched fist at my chest. “I’m hurt. Here, sky. Here.” He moved closer to me, our skin touching, telling us our needs, but our conversation in the water made a barricade between us. He checked on my foot again, took tweezers from the box, and carefully removed the spikes, but my body would jolt whenever he squeezed the wound, making sure he removed any extra bits.

If only I were not in pain, I wanted to laugh at him because he looked funny, and whenever I hissed in pain, he would squint and purse his lips.

“Almost done, pumpkin,” he said, washing my foot again with fresh water. I watched him as he applied a topical ointment around the wound. “I‘d rather have you talk, Anj.” “You‘re just amazing. Thanks for doing this. Leyanne will be amazed when she finds out about this.” I smiled, but it didn‘t reach my eyes.

He only sighed as he cleaned all the things he used, and when he was done, he sat beside me

again.

“I‘d rather have you talk,” I repeated what he said, but he only smirked at me and held my hand.

“I’m sorry, Angela. I have my reasons. I love you, but I‘m confused and saying those words is not counted when I am confused. Does it make sense?” He tilted his head to look at me. “It‘s confusing. I hardly understand what you said,” I twitched my lips, sighing and feeling sober now. “What do we do now?” “Where‘s the wedding ring?” He asked me out of the blue. I raised my eyebrows at him. “I hope you don‘t intend to make me swallow it.” He only smiled–a sad one. “That was the plan.” My lips released a small sigh, and I rested my head on his shoulder. “This is not how I wanted this night to end.” I heaved a deep sigh now, tapping him on his lap. “Come on, bring me to

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He rose to his feet and carried me like a bride. “You used to be lighter, you know?” He smiled, but this time, there was amusement in it.

“I have to eat every leftover my children have on their plates, Sky,” I sneered at him as he carried me out of the study room. “But you’re sexier,” He uttered in a low voice, causing my cheeks to flush and make my heart flutter.

I puffed out air. “I‘m having difficulty breathing, Sky,” I whispered as he walked quietly into the hallway again. “In that case, we must fly back to bring you to the hospital,” he sighed. I shook my head. “A kiss

from the Mighty Sky would be enough. A goodbye kiss, perhaps.” I thought he would stop to mold his lips to mine, but he continued to walk and open one door, but it was not our bedroom. It was more like his bedroom. “Sky, this isn‘t my room,” I gaped at him as he placed me on the bed. “I know, Angela. We‘re here because that is not how I wanted to end this night.” Before I could speak again, Sky kissed me.