My Arranged Marriage Husband Was A Beast In Disguise Chapter 14

My Arranged Marriage Husband Was A Beast In Disguise Chapter 14

While Arthur hummed his way through making dinner, I 

texted Clara. 

She replied right away. 

I spent too long staring at the keyboard before I finally typed it 

out. A thank–you. 

Clara’s voice memo came back almost instantly. “You can 

thank me. But it has to be in person.” 

I agreed. My heart was still hammering after I put the phone 

down. 

It didn’t settle until well after dinner. 

That night, I stood in the hallway, debating whether to invite 

Arthur back to the bedroom. 

He beat me to it. He shuffled over, shy as a teenager. 

“Darlin‘… can I sleep next to you tonight?” 

I let him in. 

Arthur lowered himself onto the bed like he was defusing a 

bomb. Flat on his back. Rigid. Arms pinned to his sides. 

I glanced over and poked his cheek. 

“Relax.” 

He nodded. Did not relax. 

I sighed, rolled onto my side, and leaned into his shoulder. 

His whole body went rigid. Then, slowly, he thawed. 

After a long silence, his voice came, low and careful. “Darlin‘, can I ask you something?” 

“Go ahead.” 

“Why’d you agree to marry me in the first place?” 

I thought about it. “Because my dad said you were a good man. That you didn’t have a scheming bone in your body. And I had 

enough cunning for both of us. He called it a fair trade.” 

Arthur was quiet for a beat. “And now?” 

“Now?” 

“Do you still think I’m a fool?” 

I tilted my head up. His eyes were bright in the low light, watching me like the answer mattered more than anything. 

I reached up and pinched his cheek. “Still a fool.” 

Something flickered in his eyes. I smiled. 

“But you’re my fool.” 

Arthur froze. Then a grin broke across his whole face, and he 

pulled me in. 

“Darlin‘, you’re stuck with me. For life.” 

I pressed my ear to his chest. His heartbeat was steady and 

strong. 

“Yeah. I can handle that.” 

Outside, the moon was rising. Inside, we lay tangled together. 

Arthur broke the quiet. “Darlin‘, I still like talkin‘ in my 

drawl.” 

I kept my eyes closed. “Then talk.” 

“I’m yours.” 

“Mm.” 

“I’m so damn yours.” 

“I know.” 

“I’ll be yours for the rest of my life.” 

I opened my eyes. Looked at this ridiculous, beautiful man. 

And kissed him. 

“Me too.” 

Arthur short–circuited. 

Then all six–foot–three of him went pink. 

The comments drifted by one last time. 

(THE MC IS BLUSHING.] 

[Blushing from a KISS. He’s a real one.] 

[Good night, nice–guy MC and his perfectly terrible villainess.] 

[I’M SO SINGLE IT HURTS!! (crying)] 

-The End-