Chapter 83 - Plain Jane

Still, she couldn't see what was so special in that woman. She was wearing inexpensive clothes. No make-up, nothing. It was as if she had just come directly from her sleep. She wasn't very special in body proportions either. A petite woman, not with enough curves. 

Even Irene was taller than her by five inches. That Plain Jane was hardly 5'4. 

The man deserves a woman with supermodel looks. The woman who would look good with him when they would walk together. 

Clenching her fists, she went away with her friends. 

On the other side, Santiago kissed Persephone's forehead as he felt someone's gaze on him, "You need to control your emotions." 

Persephone turned her head to look at him. Just as he said, she calmed her emotions down and whispered, "You think I was in the wrong?" 

Santiago stared into her eyes to see hurt flashing in her eyes. Behind her, one could see the little bulbs flickering, lighting up the darkness. The moon was shining brightly and proudly in the night sky and so was clouds. 

It was a beautiful night and he had an even more beautiful woman sitting next to her. It was a pity that she was upset with him. 

"You know that's not what I mean," Santiago gently said. He was staring at the reflection of the fire in her eyes. It clearly matches the fire that constantly burns in her heart. 

Persephone chuckled at his words, "That's true. I was really over-reacting. But you see, as long as we are stuck here you need to keep your act of the faithful husband. Once we are back at the capital, I don't care if you go after her or not…" 

[Why were these words hurting me? He is no one to me. Then, what's this stupid feeling? Oh God, I need to stop myself from going insane.]

A look of disbelief flashed in Santiago's eyes as he heard what this crazy girl said. Did she think he was chiding her for that woman? 

What was her name, again? 

Why would he cheat, Red? 

Perhaps, Santiago didn't realize that he had been behaving like a real husband to her. 

Something was certainly not right with both of them. 

They need to get their feelings checked by a good doctor who specializes in the feelings department. 

Santiago held her shoulder and ordered her to look at him. But as stubborn as she was, she wouldn't look at him, and nor could he make her listen to him in a strict voice. 

Softening his tone, he said, "Look at me." And this time, she did. "Do you think I was scolding you for that woman? Stupid girl! I don't even know her. I know better than anyone to entangle with one such as her. Look at her clothes and accessories. It's clear that she is a rich daddy's princess. It's a pity that I am done with these socialites. Plus, being unfaithful to my partner is not something I am capable of doing. Even if we are just pretending" 

"You are making it sound as if I am jealous of her," Persephone said, suddenly self-conscious. 

[Wasn't she jealous?]

"Are you not?" Santiago raised his brow. 

"Why would I be?" Persephone quickly retorted. "It's just that I don't like her face, voice, and her existence on earth." 

Santiago allowed her to do whatever she wanted. He allowed her to think that she had made him fool just like her. But he had a question and it was itching him. If she was jealous of that woman, why would he be pleased to see that? Shouldn't it bother him as it's troublesome? 

It seemed like the crazy girl was rubbing her on him. He was getting silly just like her. 

"Lean on me," Persephone said once all were settled on their chairs. 

"What?" Santiago asked her. Why would he shift his weight on her? She was so tiny and frail. What if he broke her? He had yet to return her to her don father. 

"It's not good for you to sit for a long time," Persephone said. "Lean on me and be more comfortable." 

Santiago silently did as she said. But he didn't do it out of his bad health but because he loved stealing warmth from her body. Plus, it was not less than euphoria to immerse himself in her addictive and calming scent. 

From the other side, Irene saw with her slightly red eyes how Santiago was hiding a smile as he sneakily leaned into her wife's embrace. It was breaking her heart to see this scene but she had hardened her heart because she knew if not for this moment, perhaps, she wouldn't be able to look at him ever. 

Why would one fall in love with the forbidden man? She wasn't an evil woman who would break someone else's family for her one-sided love. 

It wasn't the first time she had seen this man but it was certainly the first time she had seen him from this close. 

Once Irene Hawthrone had the opportunity to meet His Majesty and this man, who was now in someone else's arms, was standing behind him, probably talking or heading his security team. He was dressed in a fitted all black suit and she had felt as if she had beheld a mystic creature on earth. 

This man was heavenly. She still couldn't believe why such a man would marry a plain Jane like the woman in whose arms she was seeking warmth? 

Four days ago, when she saw him in the lobby, she thought about asking her father about him. But then she recalled what he had said the last time she had told him about Vito.

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