Rhys and Myla are both from rich families, when they're forced into an arranged marriage. From trying to have a blended family, strict parents, crippling trauma. Will they make it through and fall in love on the way?
I moved, opening my eyes. I forgot i was in Rhys's bed. His smell so strong. I curled into the blankets, when the door opened.
My eyes drifted to Rhys, and he saw i was awake. He let Lou in, and came over as Lou climbed on the bed.
"Hellooooooo." Lou dribbled.
"Hii." I smiled, giving her a kiss as she kissed me.
Rhys sat beside me on the edge of the bed, rubbing my back, neck, hair as Lou babbled to me.
I felt Rhys's lips on my neck, giving me soft kisses. I let out a soft sigh, the feeling so nice.
He was giving me such mixed signals i didn't know what to believe. I didn't know what was real or not. I just didn't understand. I'm starting to think Rhys isn't as much of an asshole as everyone says. I think he's been through a lot and he's probably just as confused as i am.
"Braid my hair for daycare?" Lou asked me.
I nodded, sitting up.
"Let's get you ready, hm?"
Lou held my hand and we walked to her bedroom. Rhys followed, standing in the doorway leaning against it.
Lou began to take off her pyjamas, and i looked at Rhys, seeing if he wants me to leave.
"It's okay." He mouthed to me. I was surprised. But i looked back at Lou.
I help her get dressed.
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Her outfit ^^
and i braided her hair into two piggy tails.
Rhys and i both got dressed.
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my outfit ^^
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