My Fiancée Hates Me

Chapter 75: Written Confession

I had a dream where I had two children running around and I was knitting a sweater over my lap in the

sunshine. The father of my two children would arrive with a big smile on his face. Before I could see his

entire face, I was blinded by a bright light.

I was in a beautiful room and was surrounded by a bed of flowers when I opened my eyes. To my right,

someone with neck length black hair was reading a book.

I was probably not dead I think...For some reason, I was surrounded by flowers as if I were in a coffin.

"...Is this not a bit much?" I asked.

He dropped his beloved book and hugged me against his usual indifferent character. I remained silent

as I let him hug me until he was satisfied.

I am alive...

I had many visitors come and go in my room after that. The person I most expected to see did not show

up. Only his numerous presents of flowers were left behind in this room. It seems that someone would

come here every day and two times a day to deliver a large bouquet of flowers to my room. I was

asleep for a week, so the number of flowers that kept popping up here and there accumulated to the

point where it almost appeared to be a newly formed garden in my room.

"What were you reading earlier?" I asked Garett.

"It's the poetry book you read before," he said as he joined me in the bed and opened the book for me.

"Why did you begin reading it?" I asked him as I scooted over a bit.

He smiled a bit as he looked at me. My heart raced from his slightly flirtatious smile.

"I wonder..."

"Ah..."

I tried to move my eyes back towards the book. Beautiful looks like his could kill someone.

"I found some words in the back of the book that looked like your handwriting..."

I scribbled a few things in the back of the book, thinking that it would be a while before he would read it.

I tried to laugh it off.

"They are just some random scribbles..."

"It's the Asmarian language. I studied a bit of the language back in the day and saw a similar word

come up often used during the unity of two people. In other words, you wrote a confession in the last

page," he deduced.

I covered my face with my hands.

I had forgotten that he was knowledgeable of the culture and the language of Asmaria.

"...Yes," I confessed to much of my embarrassment.

I heard some rustling in the bed and lifted my face to see Garett's face in front of mine. Different from

his usual expressionless face, his eyes were full of desire and his cheeks were redder than ripened

apples.

I closed my eyes as his face got closer to mine. He kissed me with his full lips and stared back at me

before holding my head and kissing me more deeply than before.

I soon felt his hand cradling my head and his arm around my body as he moved me completely to the

bed.

I moved my hands to his shoulders, while he had moved his to my waist. I felt one of his legs rub my

inner thigh the sensation continued up further upwards towards a slightly dangerous region.

I was caught a bit by surprise when I found the entrance of a strange object come into my mouth. From

the heat and the way, it slithered around my tongue, I had confirmed that the invader was indeed his

tongue.

He moved away for a moment and traced my lips with the tip of his tongue before reinserting it once

more into my mouth.

The kiss was far from graceful. It was more animalistic from how he sought after me. Even the look of

his eyes revealed someone that had been starved for too long.

His persistent kisses soon moved to the scruff of my neck. A slightly cool sensation would be left where

his tongue would pass over. His hands would pass over my chest and slowly bring my neckline of my

clothes lower as he further kissed my neck.

I had accidentally let out a coquettish gasp and covered my mouth soon afterwards.

"...Don't cover up," he said sexily with heavy pants.

My chest tightened at his appearance. The inner parts of my thighs soon began to ache as if I was

dying to be touched. I soon got my wish when he began what felt like the kneading of my thighs against

the contact of his own legs.

We joined in for another kiss where our tongues would entangle. I reflexively placed my hands on his

shoulders and gripped his shirt tightly.

Garett's kisses are so sweet...

I never knew that his kisses could be so hot and so soft...I would not mind kissing him all day if I could.

When he tried to pull away, I desperately latched onto his neck like a needy child.

"...More," I begged him. "Please...Garett?"

He seemed to gulp his saliva a bit before continuing.

He entangled my tongue once again. He would caress my body only to stop before my bountiful

breasts. I could only think that made he felt nervous about them easily bruising or maybe he just found

big breasts undesirable.

It would not be very appropriate of me to tell him that I did not mind for my chest to be caressed. He

might be appalled or feel pressured by me if I told him so.

His hands traveled from my waist to my knees he had raised my legs and split them apart as he laid his

body on top of me. Unable to close my legs, I continued kissing him anyways without much thought.

I want to feel him closer...

These clothes are a hinderance...Garett's clothes were a bit stiff as always. He was always a well-

dressed person, but constantly wearing clothes that are buttoned up all the way all of the time might

have been uncomfortable for him. I thought that I could release him a bit by unbuttoning the top few

buttons around his collar area.

In the midst of our intense exchange of kisses, he pulled away again.

"...Arielle..."

"...Garett...more kisses," I begged.

He hoisted himself upwards against the bed frame and turned his head away to the side.

"Anymore and it will be bad..."

"Bad...how?"

"Many ways..." he answered vaguely.

Ah...there is something bothering me.

"Did you drop a book in the bed? Its spine has been poking me for some time now."

The thick book was poking me around, so it was a bit difficult to say it earlier. I cannot take it any

longer. I have to speak up now.

"...That is not a book."

Wow...It is big.

He is indeed a healthy young man.

"I am sorry for not noticing that you were holding back..."

Garett grew into a man before I knew it. His shoulders had become broader, the tone of his voice had

gotten deep, the strong arms that held me were hard and muscular, and his height had reached to the

point where it was difficult for me to reach his lips even with the assistance of heels. We were kissing

each other in bed. I probably became more desperate for his kisses now because I do not know when

the next time is, I can kiss him this much.

"...It's fine," he heaved.

I wonder what was wrong with me today...I do not want things to end like this.

I am hypnotized by this beautiful man and want to continue being hypnotized by him. I rested both of

my hands on the bed and stared at him with upturned eyes.

"...Can...we continue?" I asked in between gasps.

He gave me a very troubled expression before pressing his lips against mine again. NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

"...I love you, Arielle."

I suddenly felt not so good and pressed on his chest reflexively.

"...It hurts," I said as I clawed his shoulder.

"...It is wet?"

Garett moved the blanket away and revealed my lower half. My panties along with my bandages laid

exposed to the air. My wound had reopened. I had bled over Garett's clothes. Garett panicked over the

blood and quickly went to find a doctor despite his disheveled appearance.

He later returned with a doctor. After being treated again, Garett was firmly scolded by the doctor and

the other nurses.

"It is my fault...was it not?" I asked Garett as I held out my hand.

"How could that be? I forced myself on a sickbay patient," he said as he held my hand.

"...I will get better soon. In the meantime, I hope that you will be able to wait for me to put my feelings

towards you into words out loud."

"I already received your confession," he said as he waved the book in the air.

I am going to die from embarrassment...