The War God Alpha’s Arranged Bride Novel

---- Chapter 132 [Evelyn's POV] Needless to say, | was not prepared for the look on Alexander's face when | finally turned my head to glance at him. The guy was utterly elated. He looked like every young child on Christmas morning. Wonder-struck and completely captivated "Are you saying that you're willing to give our relationship another chance?" he asked with a bit of caution. | took in a deep breath and leaned my head back to alleviate some of the tension in my shoulders. "Here's the thing, Alexander...I've been doing a lot of thinking.

Hell, all I've been doing is thinking for what feels like the last several days with not a single break!" | huffed. | pressed both my hands into the side of my head to ease the ache that wouldn't go away. My eyes scrunched close for the moment when | ended up hearing Alexander request two pain reliever tablets and a cup of tea for me from one of the staff. Leaning forward, | slowly opened up my eyes but kept my gaze down. "I'm going to be honest with you," | started. "Our relationship wasn't that great to begin with. We were barely involved in each ---- other's lives.

Yes, we'd occasionally see each other during meals. But that was it." | hated to see most of the light leave Alexander's eyes after that. It wasn't as though | was trying to intentionally hurt him. | needed him to seriously be aware that our 'relationship' wasn't anything to be proud of. In truth, it was exhausting. It felt like our struggles were never- ending while the victories we'd share were just far too few in between. "At the beginning of it all, it made sense that neither of us felt comfortable around the other. We didn't know each other well enough to be any different.

But it's been several months now and I'd like to think that perhaps we got to know a decent amount about one another to some degree. Maybe?" Alexander casually nodded his head in agreement while a sullen feeling sank into my chest. "Actually, now that I'm saying it all out loud, I've just realized that | don't necessarily know much about you." Alexander shot me a skeptical look that dared to defy my statement. "That's not true," he said. "It is. How is it that you know my personal interests and hobbies ---- when | know literally nothing about yours?

You know the foods | like and my personal opinions when it comes to social gatherings. You know the baggage | carry with most of my family, whereas | know very little when it comes to yours. Why is that?" He slumped his shoulders back. "I've always been a private person. Even when | was younger, | never had an easy time opening up to strangers." "That's just it," | remarked. "I'm not a stranger, I'm your wife!" "Yes, you are," he said as though he was confessing it. "Then why is it that I've never been treated to feel like it?" A dreadful bout of silence fell between us.

| hadn't expected Alexander to answer that question considering it was asked in a rhetorical manner. Ilifted my hand to punch the bridge of my nose. + "I've always managed to find a solution when a problem comes about but... honestly have no idea how to handle this. For me to tell you what | want-the last thing | want is for you to force some kind of change that isn't natural." The last thing | wanted was something fake and forced. If that was what he was proposing, then | had no interest in continuing this conversation. ---- Alexander must have picked up on my hesitation.

He let himself lean forward over the table and reached out to rest his hand on my forearm.