Chapter 40 I WANT KISS

ANMELA'S POV

I was crying on Laurent's chest for about a minute. My eyes seemed swollen and my throat was dry. His mouth was just shut. He did not say anything or even touch me that made my heart tighten.

This was our first fight and it took me so long to absorb that Laurent was really mad at me. His mood now was obviously written on his face.

He cleared his throat and pushed me gently beside the driver's seat. He did not say anything or looked at me at least. He started to open the machine of the car and when it moved, I watched him.

"There's a table napkin in the drawer." In an instant, I felt the old Laurent who pushed me away during my courting time with him.

His expression was blank, but the wrinkled eyebrows were obviously seen. If we were in good condition at this moment, I might kiss his forehead or trace the curves of those eyebrows, but sadly, he might push me away if I do that.

My hands were shaky as I opened the drawer in front of me and grabbed the table napkin. I was still crying and I could not stop that immediately. I inhaled and exhaled to cut the sounds. I knew that the sound of it was annoying this Baider man.

I just wiped my tears and blew the mucus on my nose. My sniffing could be heard in the car.

I looked out the window and saw that the way was going to my apartment. I shut my mouth. Laurent would talk if he wanted to speak with me.

I was just looking at the view outside and then peeping on Laurent until my eyelid became heavy. I slept deeply.

I just woke up when I felt that Laurent was lifting me. My heart warmed. Even if he was mad at me, he never punched, kicked, or slapped me. Instead he cared for me, caressed me in his arms and delivered me home.

Heart achily, I was thinking that our relationship might have changed because of what I did. He might not trust me the way he does in our starting relationship.

Our love is not that old and I am afraid that he might abandon me. He is Laurent and he can do whatever he wants, especially when I have no title at all. I am just Anmela Eris Velasco, the nursing student. No money. Not in the noblest family.

I was pretending that I was sleeping throughout the walk to my apartment. I did not wrap my hands on his neck. I just buried my face on his chest. I could smell his manly perfume that made my heart ache the most.

If he leaves me, I will not smell him again. I will not touch him again or say I love you to him again. He will be a ghost.

Because of those thoughts, my eyes watered. I did not care if Laurent's white elegant long sleeves were wet due to the liquid coming from my eyes.

"Stop crying." His voice sounded like a king commanding.

If I do not know him, I might think that he is a king from the palace. Is he?

No, he will never be. Yes, they are rich, but not to the point that he is part of a royal family. Yes, they have secrets, but I think it is not that big deal. And I believe I will know that one day if...he never breaks my heart.

Due to much crying and unclear vision, I did not notice that we finally arrived inside of my apartment. He sat me on the sofa and that was it. He was about to leave me. I started to cry out loud that made him stop from walking to the door.

"I said stop crying. You'll just cry when someone dies. As you can see, I'm still alive." He blew out the harsh air and knelt in front of me. I could see him near my thigh. He closed my legs using his two hands, grabbed a pillow and put it on my thighs. "Look, you're wearing white skirt and a nurse uniform...and then you went into the bar. You danced with another guy. Am I not allowed to be mad?"

His voice was soft, low and sweet, which was why the tears in my eyes intensified. He was not mad at this time, he just wanted me to realize my mistake.

"You can…" I answered in between running out of breath because of intensified emotion. "You're my boyfriend and it's acceptable that you got mad. I'm sorry. I won't do that again. Just don't break up with me."

"I didn't." The lines formed on his forehead. This time, I had the strength to kiss his forehead.

"Please, don't be mad. I know what I did was wrong. Sorry, Baby." I wrapped my hands on his neck. After that, I cupped his handsome face. "Sorry."

He looked down and blew a loud sigh. "Fine. But please tell me where you are next time. Baby, your life is not the same anymore. You have me in your life. I was worried and jealous and in pain." He averted his look on me. "Still, I love you."

The tears in my eyes did not stop to drip, especially when he said those words. He was accepting my apology and not just that, he was bursting with emotion as if I was one of the trusted people in his life.

"I love you more." I jumped from the sofa to him. We both fell on the carpeted floor. He was lying on my bottom. I was on top of him, hugging him so tight.

"You don't break up with me, right?" I buried my face on his neck. He hugged me compactly and kissed my head.

"Never."

"Thank you."

We stayed for so long, hugging each other as if there was no tomorrow. I could feel that Laurent was tired. He came from duty and he still managed to fetch me.

I am such a bad girlfriend. I need to do something to make him smile.

"Just don't repeat that, Anmela Eris. I hated the scene in the bar." I could see that Laurent was still gritting his teeth, that was why I moved up and pressed our lips together. He kissed me back while holding the back of my head.

It is true that the kiss is sweeter after the fight.

I wanted to taste his lips until I had no breath, but he was the first one to pull out. "Go to the bed, Baby Girl. I'll create a coffee for your headache."

"Hmmm." I hugged him so tight. I liked to stay with his chest forever.

"Don't be stubborn." He held my waist and lifted me up, going to the bed and he laid me down.

"I want a kiss." I pouted my lips and enveloped my hands on his neck.