Royal Princess: Doted On By The Mafia King

Chapter 152 - Checking If She Loves Him

She had every right to be angry with him but he also had every right to try to specify her and make her forget the topic that made her pissed.

He moved close to her until her back was against his chest and he felt her freeze against him clearly startled. Without giving her a chance to escape, he wrapped his strong arms around her upper abdomen.

Rose felt every single cell in her body react to the sudden embrace. This was different. It was very different from the embrace she got when she wanted to sleep. It was also different from the comforting embrace he gave her when she cried against him.

She did not understand why she felt the way she did but her stomach seemed to have bred butterflies and they were playing to their heart content inside of her. It was surprisingly not unlikable. The tingle she felt in her lower stomach, the familiar but yet not familiar warmth against her back, everything was a new pleasant feeling.

She looked at her not so clear reflection in the glass door and further froze, if something like that was possible. She shouldn't like this right? The truth her whole body knew but the rationality of her thoughts was against what she saw in the reflection. She liked it but she shouldn't.

Her brain took a while to calculate and plan her next action because her body clearly wanted more time against that muscled chest that spoke of the strength of her future husband. She blushed at that thought.

"Take you hands off," she ordered with her voice hoarse and filled with the strong feeling his touch gave her.

"No," he replied in his deep voice sounding so close to her ear. The warm air that blew against her ear made her shiver involuntarily.

"Get off me, pervert," she spatted out when she detected the teasing tone in his voice. She began struggling to pull his hands off but none of her effort was fruitful as his hands remained on her upper abdomen like they always belong there.

"Do you mean every husband in this world is a pervert for hugging his wife and showing them love?" he asked in his voice obviously teasing her. "Don't be unhappy. I will tell you everything when the time is right, okay?"

"Okay," Rose said in a little dramatic manner showing him an okay sign above her head close to where she guessed his head will be – right before his face. "Now, let go!"

"I don't want to," he replied stubbornly.

"This is not right," she told him seriously. "We shouldn't . . ."

"Why? In a few months you will be my wife. Why isn't this right? I should do more, if you let me," he whispered shamelessly leaning his head forward. He tilted his head and rested his chin on her exposed shoulder.

"Until I sign myself over to you in our marriage agreement, you have no right to do this to me besides I am not eighteen yet," she warned him in a more serious tone. She made another fruitless attempt to take his hand off but he still held on like a stubborn koala.

"Relax please," he begged in a suddenly serious tone.

He succeeded in making her freeze once again. His voice sounded just the way a character in a horror film will tell someone, "standstill, don't move, I want you to relax" when there is a gaint blind spider or a zombie behind the person. "What is wrong?" she asked. Her voice sounded shaky with fear.

"Nothing. I just want to check something. Promise me you will relax okay?"

His voice did not do any good of making her relax nodded.

He released her from his embrace but his hand suddenly went to her chest. He placed his hand just where he guessed her heart will be and waited. She froze and he could fell her heart drumming hard against his hand.

It felt like music to him. This was a sign that Rose loved him, right? He could feel his own heart beating hard against its protective covering. Charlie once told him that the heart beat says it all. This meant Rose was in love with him, right?

"What are you doing?" Rose asked as she removed his hand as fast as she could. She turned crossing her hands on her chest with a displeased frown. She stepped away swiftly when she saw the smile that lifted the corner of his lips to form a victorious smile to hit her back hard against the glass door making her wince.

"Are you okay?" he asked worriedly. He stepped forward to take a look at her.

"Stay away from me. What the hell were you doing just now?" she asked totally losing her cool. She glanced down at her chest and glared at him.

"I wanted to know if you love me," Liam replied truthfully with a good amount of innocence Rose found unbelievable.

She scoffed. "I don't love you," she spatted out. She kept glaring at him as she made her escape through the little space left between them. Who on Earth will place his hand on a girl's chest to know if she loved him? It seems only Liam will do that and that is if he was even saying the truth.

"Who is your first love?" Liam asked with a very darkened expression as he followed her.

"I don't have a first love," she replied as she made her way to the automatic door that led to the living area of her room.

"I thought you love me," he murmured still following her. He felt happy that she did not have a first love who might be in her heart but he wanted her to agree that she loves him.

"No, I don't. It was only a crush, okay?"

"That means I am your first crush and your first love," he jubilated.

She groaned when she got into the living area and she paused glancing at the door that led outside. She glanced back at Liam who was still taking short slow strides towards her.