Blackmailing His Runaway Bride by Dance-is-me (mobi reader txt) 📖

He wanted her to be safe at all times.

As the device announced his arrival at his destination, Charles grabbed the cup of strawberry juice he had gotten for her on his way. 

Soon, he was walking towards the familiar woman who had her back facing him.

As he walked, it occurred to him that Isabella had been by his side for months. That thought turned his weariness into something insignificant and his heart jumped with happiness. 

So far, every moment with Isabella was bliss. Even the times they strongly disagreed on things to the point of not speaking to each other for hours were dear to him.

Charles cherished the moments like a mother would love her child.

"Bella," his earlier intended reprimanding voice got replaced with a gentle one as he sat beside her.

"Hey, baby."

The beautiful grin that exposed a great deal of her teeth made Charles forget that he was supposed to be angry at her.

"Here." He extended the juice to her and with an appreciative twinkle in her eyes, she accepted it. "It's quiet here," Charles noted as he took a look around. "We should come here often."

 When he faced Isabella, she said, "But this is a cemetery, Charles. What can we possibly do here?"

He shrugged. " We could just sit down and talk. Or maybe we could just say nothing and enjoy the nice breeze. Trust me, you'll love doing that with me." Her eyes reprimanded his partial cockiness and her lips wore a pout. It was then that Charles noticed the paper in her hand. "What do you have there?"

Isabella handed it to him and the man read through the content. When his eyes fell on the most important part, he felt like he had grown wings.

Looking toward his wife, he asked, "Is this for real?" Her nod showed her excitement. "We are going to become parents?"

"Yes." Isabella leaned closer and placed her head on his shoulder. "The doctor said we might have to consider developing the baby in the lab at some point. He fears my womb may not be a safe area. That saddened me but I don't mind. As long as I am able to hold your child in my arms, I am fine with it."

Charles looked ahead to hide the expression that befell his face. 

Despite saying that she didn't mind, Charles knew how much it would mean to Isabella if the baby could grow inside her. 

Charles actually knew of nothing that he could say to make her feel better. But he was going to offer all that he could. He was going to continuously assure her that better days were on their way. 

"Have you heard from your mother?" Isabella asked. 

"No."

 Ever since his mother confessed that she sent Daphne to ruin his marriage, she never showed up in front of him nor did he try to contact her.

Charles wondered if Isabella was about to talk him into searching for his mother. 

He was about to stop her from doing such, but she beat him to it when she said, "We should get going. The clouds are getting darker."

He looked up. " But that doesn't mean rain will fall."

"Well, it might fall."

Charles shrugged, feeling playful already.

 "If it falls, we can enjoy getting drenched," he said. As though harmonized, they both faced each other at the same time and Isabella broke into a bigger smile. "Isabella, let's talk about something while we wait for the rain. Anything."

"Hmm." She took a few seconds to think. "Mr. Oxford, I have a question for you."

"Hit me with it."

"Do you think you have what it takes to be a father?"

"Of course," the man hurriedly replied to the question he considered silly.

"Are you sure you are up to the task?" Isabella insisted.

"I am. How hard could it be?"

"When the baby finally comes into our lives, you'll have to change diapers and bathe the little one. You'll also have to go through sleepless nights filled with cries and-"

Charles cut Isabella short with a quick kiss. 

While she rambled on, he found her irresistible. 

While he gently recaptured her lips, his tongue caressing the soft flesh, Charles's arm circled her waist. He held her in a way that would ensure that Isabella would melt into his hold.

When Charles broke the heart-racing kiss, Isabella sighed in relief. Without ruining their closeness, his voice thicker, Charles said, "Trust me Bella, when the baby comes into our lives, I won't care about the mess or cries or disheveled state of my house. All that will keep ringing in my head is the one statement that my mind repeats when my eyes fall on you."

Visibly affected by his whole aura, Isabella's throat showed signs of her taking a huge gulp before she asked, "What is that?"

His arm left her waist and he cupped the side of her face.

 When her slender fingers rested on his, he replied, "How lucky I am to have you. And when our baby comes to complete us, I will wonder even more how lucky I am to have you and our child."

Their eyes searched each other's and silence took a quick slide through their moment before Isabella said, with every kind of emotion in her eyes and voice, "I think you'll be a good father. And I..." He captured her lips again and she pushed him away, giggling. " I was about to say something."

"You were about to tell me how much you love me, I know. Just kiss me and show how much you mean it."

Eyes quickly filled with caution, her tone a worried whisper, she asked, "We are not going to do it here right?"

" Do what?" Charles leaned closer and when she ducked, he groaned. 

"Charles, We can't have sex here!" 

Charles could not help but burst into loud laughter. Why on earth would she think that such could happen? It would be somewhat creepy if they decide to do anything in the cemetery.

"Should we do it in the car then?" Charles asked jokingly. 

And when she nodded, he didn't bother to discourage the idea.