Page 69 of My Dark Prince
“I should be home in no more than a couple hours. Be good, Cuddlebug.” Oliver turned toward the door. He stopped, swiveled back to me, and marched over, giving me another kiss, this time catching the shell of my ear. “Stay away from the south wing.”
He’d followed me like a hawk these past couple days, making sure I didn’t venture too close to it.
“Mmhmm.”
“I adore you,” he whispered.
“I love you.”
I turned to grin at him.
He wasn’t grinning back.
He looked serious. Sad. Lost.Devastated? But why? Wasn’t it a good thing that I loved him? It was the one thing I remembered very well. Not our relationship, but the acute feeling of belonging wherever he was.
I hated that the amnesia changed the dynamics of our relationship. That he obviously still loved me but felt uncomfortable showing it.
With more confidence than I possessed, I snatched up his hand, pasting on my best reassuring grin. “I don’t remember much, yet somehow, I know that no one has ever looked at me the way you do.”
He flinched.
Chapter Thirty-One
Oliver
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Dallas Costa:BRR-RITTO.
Ollie vB:EXCUSE ME?
Ollie vB:Two seconds?
Ollie vB:The last time I texted you, you left me on READ for a week. And you reply within two seconds for this?
Dallas Costa:It’s a free burrito!
Ollie vB:And you’re a billionaire.
Dallas Costa:Wait. Oliver?
Ollie vB:You don’t even like chain food. You called it a disgrace to the culinary arts.
Dallas Costa:First – fast food doesn’t count. It’s therapy for the soul.
Dallas Costa:Second – did you get a new number just to harass me?
Ollie vB:I wouldn’t need to if I could rely on you to reply to my texts in a timely manner.
Dallas Costa:If this is about babysitting your pretend fiancée, I’ll be there in an hour. Luca’s babysitter got into a fender bender.
Ollie vB:Take the kid.
Dallas Costa:Briar isn’t going to hurt herself without adult supervision for sixty minutes.
Ollie vB:That’s not what I’m worried about.
Chapter Thirty-Two
