Page 87 of His Beloved Princess
Quickly, I took off my heels and ran to him, stopping at the end of the bars. He was sweaty and panting, but when he noticed me, a smile crept on his lips.
“You’ll have me home by the end of this week,” he stated, grunting when he took another step towards me. I stretched my arm in his direction.
“At least twenty-five percent of your magnificence,” I replied, winking at him when he flashed me an annoyed glance. The doctor next to him chuckled, and I smiled as well. I couldn’t be happier about his improvement.
“I’ll make it forty,” he claimed, exhaling deeply after another two petite steps, and I wiped a lone tear of joy that fell from my eye.
“Fifty, please,” I bargained, pursing my lips. “I won’t settle for less.”
“Deal, princess.” He stopped before me, breathing heavily, and sweat dripped down his temples. Without a second thought, I cupped his face with my palms and kissed him, almost knocking him off his feet.
“I’ll fall on you,” he chuckled against my lips, and I pecked his nose.
“You meant you’ll fall for me, right?” I wiggled my eyebrows playfully, probably shining like a Christmas tree.
“That happened a long time ago,” he whispered, leaning closer to steal another kiss. The doctor cleared his throat awkwardly, letting us know he was still there because we were in our tiny bubble, oblivious to the outside world.
I assisted Bastian in getting into his bed and served him food I brought because he constantly complained about the hospital menu. And while he ate and asked questions about my day, all my worries about our relationship evaporated into thin air.
I couldn’t live my life without him. And if helping him come back with all the fanfare and hype would make him feel happy and satisfied, I wouldn’t stop until he sits on his throne and rules again.
After all, he was the king of my world, no matter what.
41
An Interrogation
Electra
"When is the interrogation?" Bastian inquired, flipping through the sports cars magazine. His neurologist signed the discharge papers, and he can leave the hospital tomorrow morning.
"At 3 p.m.," I replied, folding his sweatpants and T-shirts and placing them in a suitcase. He wanted to leave early because he had something important planned, so I decided to pack his things up front. "I'm surprised Andreas didn't send them to hell again when they called. His schedule is insane!"
"He prolonged it as much as he could. All employees of Thorn Enterprises already testified." Bastian raised his eyes from the picture of the car resembling Formula 1, giving me a curious look. "Are you nervous, princess?"
Taking the last set of clothes from the closet, I turned to him, shrugging. "Why should I be?"
He lifted an eyebrow at me, putting the magazine away and standing. He grabbed his hand-made wooden ornamental walking stick with a thorn crown beautifying the handle and slowly came to me. His eyes narrowed as he studied my face.
"They know about the contract, princess," he pointed out, blocking my way to the open suitcase.
"You mean the one you broke?" I asked, blinking innocently and casting him a smile when a scowl settled on his face.
"I thought we were past that," he growled, stepping to the side because I tried to push him away with my free hand. I wanted to finish this before Andreas showed up for us to go to the police station.
"Of course you did." I closed the suitcase and zipped it, putting it on the floor with unnecessary force. Just a mention of the agreement between him and Rosalind raised my blood pressure dangerously high.
"It's a perfect plan, you know." I placed my hands on my hips, watching the confusion settling on his face. "Have an accident, be in a coma for a few weeks until your girlfriend signs the papers to become your wife, and she miraculously forgets about your relationship with your ex." I threw my arms in the air, faking excitement. "You're a genius, darling!"
"I deeply adore the new confident, spicy, not taking-the-shit version of you, princess," he stated, suppressing a grin. His eyes were screaming at me how proud he was of me, and I really wanted to enjoy the feeling, yet Rose's gorgeous, arrogant face destroyed my little moment.
"Sweet talk will not get you out of trouble," I reminded him instead of jumping into his embrace, and he chuckled.
"I love challenges, baby girl," he claimed, holding his hand out for me to take, and I took it after a second of hesitation.
"And I love you, sir. That's why we are married." I wrapped my arms around his neck and stood on my tiptoes, kissing him. Arguing over his ex was the last thing on my mind right now, yet we couldn't avoid the topic forever. Eventually, we would have to decide what we would do about it.
"Isn't it my favorite couple?" Andreas burst through the door like a tornado, bringing us back to reality because Bastian's hand was under my blouse, and mine was almost on his crotch.
