Page 169 of Lust & Lies
“I love you so damn much, Aiden Park,” I whispered, easing back to meet his gaze.
His eyes were wide now as he studied me. Lying back down on my pillow, I continued smiling at him. He continued staring at me, body tense, as if he was waiting for me to attack or try to run.
“You’re not mad at me anymore?” he asked.
I shook my head, then winced again.Damn it, that hurt.
“Be still,” he told me. “You’re still healing.”
“Still healing?” I whispered.
Oh, right.I’d gotten banged up last night. Stomach stomped on. Side punctured. Head smashed into a rock.
“What about you?” I asked, not worrying about my own problems.
“I’m not the one you should be worried about,” he told me. “Your side had a nasty gash. Luckily, Gertrude was able to stitch you up and give you some antibiotics.”
“Did she stitch you, too?” I questioned, still wanting to know how he was doing.
Aiden sighed. “Woman, I’m fine. You’re the one who was badly hurt and out for two days.”
“Two days? I thought it was just last night when I ran away.”
His glare returned. “You dare mention running away to me?” he growled.
“Oh...” I smiled. “Sorry.”
“None of this would’ve happened if you hadn’t tried to leave me.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“And then you almost got taken...” he paused. “Wait. Did you just apologize for leaving me?”
I nodded, ignoring the wave of dizziness that act caused.
“I’m a woman who owns up to her faults. I’m sorry for running away, Aiden. It’s my fault they were able to find me. It’s my fault we both got hurt. It’s all my fault. Please forgive me,Oppa,” I said, calling him the cute Korean term of endearment I used whenever he was upset with me.
“You called me Oppa,” he whispered, eyes widening. “You haven’t called me that in almost three years. Do you... Do you remember everything?”
“I do.”
He took a deep breath and released it slowly. “Do you hate me, Noe?”
With tears shimmering in my eyes, I told him, “I could never hate the man of my dreams.”
“But I... I kidnapped you.”
“I know. How romantic!”
He cocked his head to the side. “Are you serious?”
“Very. And we can’t really call it kidnapping. I’m yours. You can’t steal something that already belongs to you.”
My man looked so damn confused right now, it was almost comical.
“But...” he started, then went silent, seemingly trying to process his thoughts. “But you used to hate me. You believed I cheated on you. And you hated me for...” He went silent again.
“Hated you for marrying my twin sister, and then you had the nerve to force me to live under her name after I lost my memory,” I added for him.
