Substitute Wife for the Mafia King R18-Chapter 263: What Are We?

I did not at all share the prince’s confidence and an uneasy feeling developed inside of me when I wondered what exactly our relationship was. It wasn’t hard for me to imagine what we would appear like in the view of other people when we made our appearance together. People were always so ready to gobble up gossip and they were undoubtedly prepared to get the wrong idea about us. However, I didn’t even understand what my relationship with the prince was actually like.

Were we just close friends, or are we something more?

To say that I was confused would be an utter understatement.

“If that’s something that you would like to say, you can go ahead and say it, Dahlia,” the prince said as he stared directly at me.

“I actually don’t have something to comment or say but I do have something that I would like to ask you,” I replied as I sat up slightly straighter than before.

After reminding myself that I didn’t actually have much to lose, I decided to ask the prince directly.

“What are we?” I asked the prince as I stared back directly at him.

That was a question that had been plaguing my mind for a while now.

‘There is no man on earth who would ask to see a girl so many times if he’s not interested in her. Don’t you agree?’

My sister’s words came back to me and so did the Victoria smile that appeared on her lips as if she knew it all.

What exactly are we?

“What do you want us to be?” He asked in return instead of replying to my question.

I stared at him in astonishment as I felt a lump form in my throat. Honestly, I didn’t know what we were and I wasn’t sure what I wanted us to be. If anything, I wished that I could just return back to my twisted and troublesome life minus all issues related to the prince.

“It doesn’t matter what I want. What I want has never mattered,” I replied to him coldly.

I didn’t see why he was asking me what I wanted because it never seemed to matter. No one has ever cared about what I wanted or didn’t want before in my life. Even now, I felt like I was just being strung along by uncontrollable circumstances and abused by people with power much greater than mine. Without realizing it, I had started feeling angry at the prince and his passive attitude and the way that it was causing me so much trouble.

“I’m sorry if my words sounded offensive to you. It was my intention and I do apologize,” the prince said with a solemn expression on his face.

“That’s fine, as long as you answer my question honestly,” I replied flatly.

“What do you want us to be, Dahlia?” The prince asked as he rested his face in the palm of his hand and stared back at me.

The devilish spark in his gray eyes looked quite tempting and I found myself feeling uneasy.

What do I want us to be?

“My sister told me that a guy wouldn’t be doing all these things for me if he wasn’t interested in me,” I told him without avoiding my eyes from his intense gaze.

“Is that so? I guess your sister is pretty wise,” the prince commented casually.

“Do you happen to agree with her?” I pressed even further for answers.

“What would you say if I said that I do?” The prince answered teasingly.

“I don’t know. Do you really agree with her? Do you think that my sister is right?” I asked as I felt my patience running thin.

The prince’s lips curved into a smile and then he let out a soft laugh. Desmond seemed to have a calm and relaxed air around him that I couldn’t quite disturb. It was clear that he could handle me with ease and without much effort. Just when I thought that I would fail in securing an answer from him, the prince looked straight at me before he nodded his head firmly.

“She’s right. I’m interested in you, in fact, I am very interested in you, Dahlia. I wouldn’t bother doing any of this otherwise. Is that what you wanted to hear? Does this satisfy your curiosity?” The prince said before he grinned playfully at me.

Despite his playful attitude, I could somehow tell that his words were serious and genuine. Perhaps it was because I never expected him to be so straightforward with me that I found myself feeling so shocked at his direct reply. Furthermore, I didn’t think that Diana would end up being right because I never thought that the prince was serious about me or even interested in me in the very first place.

“Are you serious?” I blurted out before I could stop myself.

I gasped out loud when I realized what I had just said. My reaction must have been very amusing for the prince because he bursted out laughing quite loudly.

“Is it so hard for you to believe?” The prince asked before he continued laughing.

“It is hard for me to believe. I mean, how can you possibly be interested in me? There’s nothing interesting about me,” I muttered grimly.

“What are you talking about? Everything about you is interesting,” the prince replied easily.

I still struggle to wrap my mind around everything, although it started to make sense to me now that he had said it out loud. Looking back I could tell that Diana was right and that she had every right to be confident. Although the prince had admitted that he had some interest in me, that didn’t quite explain what we were and our relationship. I stared at him as many questions ran through my mind.

“I can tell that you’re still curious. Honestly, I really like that about you,” the prince said before he smiled even more brightly than before.

I had to say that I had never seen the prince smile and laugh so cheerfully like that before. Usually the prince was composed and sometimes he would even look more bored than I did.

“So...What do you want from me exactly?” I asked as I suddenly felt myself putting my guard up.

–To be continued...