Chapter 168 - Give Us A Chance

"Killian, are we finished?"Emma asked her husband. He had been bringing things to their new bedroom and she was arranging it. 

Today, they moved to a new house. It was located in a peaceful neighborhood. A one storey classic house with a front yard nothing like the house she spent the majority of her life in. It might not be as fancy as the house her father left her, but she felt an instant connection with this one more than she had felt with Costas' residence. 

Killian surprised her by asking her if she would like to move to New York. It wasn't like she wasn't happy with their house in Vegas but now that her father was gone, she dared not move states especially when her mother was all alone here. It would have been fine if she had siblings but she was the only child of her parents and she believed that it was her responsibility to take care of them in their old age. Even if her mother would rather die than see her face, her mother's words not hers, she would still care for them. 

And it was kind of Killian to ask for her advice before moving here. 

Her father had left her everything which was worth around five hundred million USD. Even if she does nothing but spend them recklessly, she still wouldn't be able to spend this crazy amount of money. 

Her mother accused her of taking everything away from her that should have been given to her. Well, she could not understand where her mom was coming from. It can't be like she was going to take every luxury from her mom and neither can she burn this crazy amount of money, right? 

"Em, have you seen my phone?" Killian came dragging two suitcases. This man had been working hard since this morning. And she a hopeless case in kitchen, couldn't even make him breakfast and at last, he had to cook for both of them. 

The frowns on Emma's forehead slimmed as she heard his nickname for her. Perhaps, he had not noticed he had started calling her Em instead of Emmalime or Emma. 

"Your phone was switched off. I put it on the charger for you,"Emma replied as she pointed to where his phone was placed. 

"Thanks," Killian answered as he quickly opened the suitcases and placed the folded clothes in their closet. 

Emma was now leaning against the door, her eyes stuck on a ridiculously charming man doing house work, with a silly smile tugging on her own gorgeous face. Killian Palmero was one hell of a beautiful man, in and out. 

"Killian?" She suddenly called out his name. 

"Hmm?" He replied, still doing his work. 

"Thank you," Emma voiced her feelings. 

"For what?" He still hadn't looked back. 

"For giving me a home," She said with a soft voice, not trying at least to hide emotions brimming in her eyes in the form of tears. 

He might not know how badly she needed a home when he offered her one. 

Killian took a deep breath and glanced back. He found her teary eyes once again. It seemed his wife had a strange habit of crying for all little or big things. 

Fate was a really weird thing, wasn't it? He, the man who rarely let emotions or feelings touch him, was married to this woman, who felt too much. Would it be really cliche to say that they balance each other? 

Standing up, he walked towards her. He stopped when he was only a few inches away from her. With the pad of his thumb, he wiped the tear that leaked out of the corner of her eye. 

"How many times have I told you that I don't like seeing you cry?" He murmured. 

"I'm not crying," She refused as another tear drop fell from her eye. 

"Then what's that, Amour?" Killian asked her as he caught another tear on the pad of his thumb. 

"I'm happy. Really happy. And they are tears of happiness," She argued. 

"You make it hard for me," Killian told her with a sigh. "I don't know if I should make you happy or not if you keep crying like that." 

Emma cried-laughed at him. "You are right." Throwing all the restraint, she threw herself at him. He caught her with a deep chuckle. 

"Easy, Cara. You must not forget that before a gentleman, I, too am, a man," He told her with another chuckle. Still, he tightened his arms around her frail body. 

Although Emma's face was a red shade resembling that of a tomato, still she dared not move from his hold. She wants to live right there. Would it be too early to say that she was looking forward to having a lifetime with him?

"What's your smart brain weaving?" Killian ended up asking. 

"Umm...how interesting it would be to have a lifetime with you?" Emma said her thoughts out loud. She decided not to be hesitant to demand for the things she wanted anymore. She had suffered a lot because she would always keep her feelings inside her. And now she would never keep her feelings inside her. As long as she shall love, she would ask for things and fight for them if she really needed them. 

"Em, you don't need me now," Killian sighed out. 

Previously, she was desperate for a shelter when she met him in Vegas. However, she was more than self-sufficient now. She wouldn't need him. Her father had left her enough wealth to last three generations. 

As much as it hurts to say but if she asked for divorce now, he wouldn't be able to say no to her. She married him in desperation and she was fine now. 

"I know Killian we are not real husband and wife…."Emma knew that she had not fulfilled any duty a wife was supposed to. No wonder Killian didn't want to continue their farce of a marriage anymore. 

"As much as I remember I took vows with you and since this marriage is very much real in my eyes," Killian told her. He was not the one to beat around the bush. So, he directly told her that their marriage was very much real in his own eyes. 

"This is not what I am saying," Emma began saying. She was nervous and fumbling with her fingers. "We lived as roommates in Vegas and I know you have expectations from your wife…."

What man would live with a woman without having a thought of intimacy? It might have been acceptable if they were not husband and wife but since she was his wife, he must have some sort of expectations from her, right? She knew that she was thinking too much but still. 

They have been married for more than two months now and they were nothing but roommates who shared the same bed but no intimacy. 

"Stop, Em," Killian said with a sigh. He knew what was going on in her mind but instead of telling her his real thoughts there was nothing he could do. "That's not what I was implying. I'm just saying you aren't helpless now. You don't need me anymore. You are self-sufficient now."

She had money, a number of houses across the country to choose from, and several hundred of millions in her bank account. She didn't need him as her financial support. 

She had a great future to look forward to whilst he was stuck in his past. His future was murky. Until he found Alicia, he would never be able to think about his future. 

"Killian, I do not want a divorce," Emma instantly said. She didn't wish to give him a chance to mention separation. She didn't want to be separated from him. In the last two months, this man had been her emotional pillar unknowingly. 

Would it be too much of her to ask for another chance to their relationship? 

"Can we give us a chance?" She asked him hesitatingly. Seeing how the colour drained from his face, she immediately added," If you still insist on divorce...we...we can think about it."

"Em…"

"I won't force you, Killian."

"Emma…"

"You can think about --"

"Emmaline!!"

"...yeah?"

With a softened gaze, he broke the hug and then looked at her. Her exceptionally soft brown eyes were staring at him in hesitation. He knew what she was thinking. She wanted to give their relationship a chance. A real change. 

And so did he. But not before clarifying everything. He didn't want to start a relationship on the foundation of lies. 

If he and Emmaline were going to live as husband and wife for real, there must not be any secret or lie shivering around them, ready to shatter their home anytime. 

Like Santiago, he didn't want to live in constant fear of getting his secrets known by Persephone.. He wanted w simple and peaceful life with this woman.