Forbidden Love
Sin. (8th Chapter)
…The Next Day…
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Evelyn's POV:
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“(He murmurs in care, soothing my ankle in his palm) Are you sure you don’t want a doctor to check up on it?” I nod at Desmond’s concern, giving him an assuring smile.“Don’t worry, I feel a lot better. And I don’t need this wrap anymore. I’m perfectly fine, darling.” He hesitates, but eventually he agrees along with me. I really feel a lot better then yesterday, thanks to my caring hater’s action. I haven’t been able to get out of bed, yet; since my husband was forcing me to rest my leg.
Desmond was concerned from the moment he came back from work, yesterday. He hasn’t even allowed me to move an inch from my room. I even had lunch and dinner served here, just so I would stay stable. “I wanted to talk to you about something. (I nod for him to go on) I want to host a reception party, for your sake. I’ll be inviting the close friends of the family, to welcome you as my a part of my life. Would you want it to be tomorrow?” I immediately reply with eagerness: “Yes. That will be wonderful.”
He smiles before getting up on his feet. “Great, so its settled. I will arrange everything, and make sure to call your mother and invite her, darling. (He jokes kindly) I wouldn’t want to anger my mother-in-law now, do I?” I laugh lightly at his words, shaking my head in agreement. “Don’t move so much today, please? I want you to recover faster. And I promise I will be back in the afternoon. I have a few things to settle at my office, then I’ll grant you all of my time.”
I stand up on both my feet, rubbing his back kindly. “Don’t worry about me, I’m perfectly fine I promise. Have a good day at work.” He nods, before leaving the bedroom; closing the door behind him. I immediately take my free time to shower and change, planning on having my morning meal downstairs.
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Harry’s POV:
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“More tea, Mr. Styles?” I shake my head, giving Mrs. Higgins a polite grin. I fold the newspaper in my hand, reading the new headlines on the next page. Just as my eyes begin to scan the large letters, a delicate clonking sound steals my hearing ability. “Good morning, Mrs. Evelyn. I’m delighted to see you’re feeling much better today.” Mrs. Higgins greets my father’s bride, while she herself replies: “Good morning. Thank you for your kind remark, Mrs. Higgins. Would you please serve me a breakfast platter?”
Her voice floats into my ears, causing my arm hair to stand up; giving me a tingling shiver. Why do I have this reaction towards her soft, yet formal tone? How is she able to steal my senses away in a speed of a reaction? “Right away, Mrs.” Just when old lady Higgins replies, the clonking of Evelyn’s heels reappear; as she sits in the chair that faces mine.
I hide my face under the large spreads of the newspaper, not wanting to speak to her. Why? Because I am very sure that she would tempt me to soften towards her, which I highly want to avoid. These eccentric vibes that she sends with her actions and words, are able to crack the border of my morality. I shouldn’t look at her in a way that shows her how much I am interested in her; I should fight the temptation that her attraction causes me to preview. She’s my father’s wife, and as far as I know; this is a sin.
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Evelyn's POV:
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“(He murmurs in care, soothing my ankle in his palm) Are you sure you don’t want a doctor to check up on it?” I nod at Desmond’s concern, giving him an assuring smile.“Don’t worry, I feel a lot better. And I don’t need this wrap anymore. I’m perfectly fine, darling.” He hesitates, but eventually he agrees along with me. I really feel a lot better then yesterday, thanks to my caring hater’s action. I haven’t been able to get out of bed, yet; since my husband was forcing me to rest my leg.
Desmond was concerned from the moment he came back from work, yesterday. He hasn’t even allowed me to move an inch from my room. I even had lunch and dinner served here, just so I would stay stable. “I wanted to talk to you about something. (I nod for him to go on) I want to host a reception party, for your sake. I’ll be inviting the close friends of the family, to welcome you as my a part of my life. Would you want it to be tomorrow?” I immediately reply with eagerness: “Yes. That will be wonderful.”
He smiles before getting up on his feet. “Great, so its settled. I will arrange everything, and make sure to call your mother and invite her, darling. (He jokes kindly) I wouldn’t want to anger my mother-in-law now, do I?” I laugh lightly at his words, shaking my head in agreement. “Don’t move so much today, please? I want you to recover faster. And I promise I will be back in the afternoon. I have a few things to settle at my office, then I’ll grant you all of my time.”
I stand up on both my feet, rubbing his back kindly. “Don’t worry about me, I’m perfectly fine I promise. Have a good day at work.” He nods, before leaving the bedroom; closing the door behind him. I immediately take my free time to shower and change, planning on having my morning meal downstairs.
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Harry’s POV:
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“More tea, Mr. Styles?” I shake my head, giving Mrs. Higgins a polite grin. I fold the newspaper in my hand, reading the new headlines on the next page. Just as my eyes begin to scan the large letters, a delicate clonking sound steals my hearing ability. “Good morning, Mrs. Evelyn. I’m delighted to see you’re feeling much better today.” Mrs. Higgins greets my father’s bride, while she herself replies: “Good morning. Thank you for your kind remark, Mrs. Higgins. Would you please serve me a breakfast platter?”
Her voice floats into my ears, causing my arm hair to stand up; giving me a tingling shiver. Why do I have this reaction towards her soft, yet formal tone? How is she able to steal my senses away in a speed of a reaction? “Right away, Mrs.” Just when old lady Higgins replies, the clonking of Evelyn’s heels reappear; as she sits in the chair that faces mine.
I hide my face under the large spreads of the newspaper, not wanting to speak to her. Why? Because I am very sure that she would tempt me to soften towards her, which I highly want to avoid. These eccentric vibes that she sends with her actions and words, are able to crack the border of my morality. I shouldn’t look at her in a way that shows her how much I am interested in her; I should fight the temptation that her attraction causes me to preview. She’s my father’s wife, and as far as I know; this is a sin.
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3/29/15