Royal Princess: Doted On By The Mafia King

Chapter 224 - The Counterfeit?

Inside his office, the warmth in his eyes disappeared and she felt the hairs on her body rise. She swallowed as she felt a strong temptation to run away.

"Why did you come here?" He asked very seriously.

"To see you," she replied as she made herself as comfortable as anyone can be in a situation where you don't know what could befall you especially alone with a hot and dangerous man like Liam.

He walked to the sofa she sat on and sat down beside her. "Did you really come here for that alone?" He inquired sounding like he was interrogating a criminal.

"Yes, does a woman have to give a reason for coming to visit her husband," she asked as she felt anger brewing underneath the fear that crawled on her skin like bugs.

"A woman might not have a reason to do so but a woman like is completely different. You need an important reason to come to my office without a disguise," he replied her sternly.

"Are you angry I came to check on you?" she asked with a slight scoff. "Fine, I saw the article and I wanted to confirm if you were really my husband and right now, I am a hundred percent convinced that you are not Liam, you are really a counterfeit," she told him before standing up and grabbed her bag.

He took a few seconds to make a decision as he watched her storm off to the door of his office.

He caught her wrist as soon as she tried to open the door. She struggled to release he wrist from his grip and he released her wrist but wrapped hi hand around her waist.

"Calm down your majesty," he whispered in a deep musical voice that had her shivering involuntarily.

"Let go," she warned him although she knew no one had such effect on her body like her husband.

"I made you angry, why should I let go then?" he asked with his hot breath blowing against the sensitive skin of her ear.

"You are not Liam," she told him directly.

He chuckled in the low deep musical way she was used to with his chest vibrating slightly against her back. "Then I might change my name to Rosaline's husband if you don't like the name Liam."

She could not fight back the smile that lifted the corners of her lips. "What about the article? Were you really sick?" she asked worriedly.

Liam sighed thinking about how he was lucky enough to get this over with but he was sure that a clone will never be able to do this well.

"Yes, I was sick but I am fine now, I almost died and when I left the hospital, I had to face my work and take care of all the things I missed in my absence," he told her.

He placed a gentle kiss on her neck and opened his lips and sucked on that part of her neck.

"Stop," she moaned before pulling away from his embrace thanks to a lot of mental effort exerted. She looked into the heated gaze of his grey eyes as she took note of all the familiar things about him.

"I have a room here, do you want us to go in there?" he asked as he took her hand in his grip.

She was forced to look down as she could not stand the fact that he was looking at her like he literally undressing her with his eyes.

"I will wait for you there while you go on with your work. I will go home with you today," she told him seriously.

Liam gulped as he wondered why she was still obviously being skeptical about him being himself or perhaps she really just wanted to spend time with him.

"Come here, my Queen," he said taking her hand in his and took her to the hidden room.

The room was filled with only three colors which were, black, white, and grey. The walls, bedsheets, curtains, rug, and the other furniture and stuff all had one or combinations of those colors.

It gave her a calming feeling with its elegant and luxurious vibe like a 5 star hotel room. "Make yourself comfortable," he told her when they walked into the room and he closed the door behind him.

She smiled and nodded. "I am very tired, I will take a nap while you take care of your things. You can also help me handle the Royal guards and my father," she told him tiredly.

"Are you rebelling against your father?" he asked seriously.

"Yes, if that is what you choose to call it. You promised to clean my mess, so please fulfill your promise. I know I will think back at this and wonder why I did what I did but for now, let me rest my aching body," she informed him sincerely.

She dragged her body to the bed and she slept almost immediately her head touched the pillow.

Liam walked to the bed and tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear before covering her well in the blanket and placed a kissed her lips.

He looked at his wrist watch when he sat down on her be before pulling out his phone.

The girl sleeping had no idea of the amount of trouble and mess she has created for him to clean. He sighed softly.

When his phone began ringing with a a call from Jace, he was forced to stand up. At the door, he paused and glanced back at her sleeping figure before walking out and closing the door behind him.

When the door closed, she opened her eyes and sat up. She frowned thoughtfully.

There was something definitely different about this man. She was not sure of what it was but that suspicion was left in her mind.

After thinking fruitlessly for a few minutes, she shook her head and gave up with the conclusion that perhaps it was because he changed his scent because everything else felt familiar.