Chapter 13.1

HE IS also the one who moved away from that kiss. Both of us were chasing our breaths, our forehead against each other. I laughed heartily as I bit my lower lip while I eyed his.

"I almost believed her when she asked where her father was."

"And I almost smacked that insolent woman when she held your arm for the second time." 

He slightly moved away from me, hands unmoved on my waist. His both brows arched while having a small grin on his lips. "I did not think you are the jealous type, my beautiful miss," he said, teasing.

My eyes sharpen, "Do I have something to be jealous of, Mister?" 

"None," he quickly said, the grin on his lips widening. "You are really mine now, my lady."

"And how so?" I said while I raised a brow at him, removing both my hands on his nape.

His forehead knotted at what I did and the way he groped my waist tightened thinking that I might run away from him again.

"Are you not?"

"Hmm," seems