The Villianess story: A 100 ways to kill your husband-Chapter 416: He can’t even imagine it

His smile was charming and terrifying at the same time. Her tongue was tied and she did not know what to say. She would rather not say it out loud.

"It is not what you think." She managed to say. He knew she was hiding something again. Cedric sighed, rubbing his thumb underneath her eyes. The subtle sparks were relaxing. His smile faded into something gentle.

"But it was something that made you cry." He hissed, backing away. Sudden irritation blooming in him. Even when he tried to overlook it, he just couldn’t ignore her tears when it was related to him.

Abrielle went silent, and it became deafening between them. "Can you at least just tell me what made you cry? You can’t tell me everything if you don’t want to and I understand why you would want to leave. I am a fugitive right now and it’s my family that put us in this situation. I just really hope you decide to stay."

His voice went stiff, a gentle touch on his hand. "It is not completely your fault, and besides, we are in this together." She said, holding his gaze. Even if her parents tried to protect them there is a limit to how long they could stay. Sooner or later they will have to leave Vesper.

They both knew this. That was why Sebastian suggested she seek refuge with her cousin in Heliosa.

"You know Sebastian has holy magic that enables him to have vision. He saw something from my future. That is what made me cry." She explained, maybe it was better if she told him.

Cedric nervously swallowed. Something in her voice told him he wasn’t going to like this. He still needed to know.

"What did he see?" Cedric asked and he felt his heart squeeze after he spoke. Abrielle’s head bowed, her voice was low like a squeak. "I died at your hand. You killed me. "

His face went pale, unable to believe his ears. A dry laugh rang, Cedric’s fingers brushing through his dark hair. "What type of joke is that? You truly jest Abrielle."

She shook her head then raised her head. "He wasn’t joking, Sebastian would never joke about that." There was no way Sebastian would make a joke out of something so delicate like that.

Cedric grabbed her face, and the sparks that always travel around her skin from his touch. "How could you believe that? I love you, Abrielle, and I will never do something so horrible. I would rather kill myself." He was begging. He wanted her to believe him

Never had the thought to kill her cross his mind even when the voice told me. Not even when she tried to kill him. "I know that’s why it is more confusing." She muttered, her voice breaking.

"Maybe he is lying and just wants to pull us apart." That was the only thing that made sense. Nothing else did to him. Why would he ever think of hurting her?

Cedric knelt down before her, leaving her dumbfounded. He pulled out a dagger, unsheathed it, and then placed it in her hands. Her heart skipped a beat, her confusion growing at his actions.

"What are you doing?" She asked him trying to pull her hand from his grasp that held the dagger tightly in her hand.

Cedric did not say a word yet and trailed the dagger down his throat. Tears rolled down her face, and her voice got stuck in her throat. "What are you doing? Stop hurting yourself." She cried going down on the floor. Blood streaked down the dagger.

"It doesn’t come up to a quarter of what it feels like to know you think I can ever kill you. It is not even up to a quarter of the pain my heart feels hearing that." His voice broke. She had never seen this much pain in his eyes before.

"I didn’t believe it." She lied, and he knew it. "Your tears say it all." He replied then moved the dagger from his neck to his chest. "If I ever try to kill you, just plunge this into my heart. I won’t stop you."

Her throat went dry and she broke down. Things were more complicated than that. This world was unpredictable, even if he says he would never do it now, what about in the future? The dagger fell on the floor and he pulled her into a hug. No words were said, they just stayed like that.

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She cried to sleep in his arms. By the time Abrielle woke up, there was no sign of Cedric. She asked the maids, and they said he had gone to speak with the Duke and Duchess of Vesper.

Abrielle sat up on the bed and curled up into a ball. What happened earlier still shook her. It was night already, and her room was a bit dim. The fireplace was crackling lightly.

The door slowly creaked open, and bright light from outside flashed inside. Her eyes drew to the door. Cedric stepped inside and then closed the door behind him.

He was dressed in a new outfit now, his hair tied into a bun. "I didn’t know you were awake," Cedric mentioned, then made his way to the bed. He kicked his shoes off and then pulled her into his arms. Her head rested on her chest as he sat back against the headrest.

"I just woke up. What were you talking about with my parents?" She asked him, listening to his calm heartbeat.

Cedric’s fingers started to brush through her ginger hair that wove around his hand. She still smelled like roses and strawberries.

"They were asking what my plans are. If I plan on fighting Eleanor and Lucian or continue living in the shadows? Your mother suggested I send you away somewhere safe until everything is over." Abrielle stirred around to look at his face. Her eyes looked from below seeing the edges of his jaw wrapped with the scarf.

She reached out for the scarf to pull it off, revealing his face. "What did you choose then?"

"I am fighting for the throne, it is the only choice for me, but I think maybe Rebecca is right as much as the thought of being away from you is." He admitted.

She moved from his hands, puzzled, he was the same one against the idea.

"What changed Cedric?"

Cedric sighed. "I am hearing rumours I hope are not true."

Her heart started beating fast. "Is Lucian heading here already?"

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