The War God Alpha’s Arranged Bride Novel

---- Chapter 67 "Listen to me. You were doing amazingly. What happened wasn't your fault, it was something that was out of your control," he explained. "Even if by some rare chance that you were to fall in front of a room full of people, you'd be amazed by how many of them would show their concern." "Yeah, or decide to laugh," she grumbled to herself. There was no doubt that no one was meant to hear that remake. But he did. Something dangerous flickered through his eyes as he peered down at the woman who kept her knees pressed against her chest. "Who laughed at you," he said darkly.

Evelyn's eyes widened with regret. She tilted her head back but Alexander wasn't about to be brushed off again. He spoke through gritted teeth. "Evelyn. Tell me." "Samantha, Fiona, and Isabella laughed when | failed to properly curtsy in front of the Queen and the Princess," she admitted. "It was humiliating and | had no idea what | was doing. | was just thankful that Wendy was there to keep from hitting the floor." Again, Alexander felt the ache in his chest for her. A rush of guilt hit him like a hand to the back of the head.

No one would have ---- dared to treat her like that if he had been there. "Was that all that happened," he asked coolly. Evelyn rolled her bottom lip between her teeth and avoided his gaze. Clearly, that meant no. He meant what he said before about having ways to find out about what had happened at that gathering. And now, he was more driven than ever. It seems that I'm going to have a chat with my grandmother later. "Okay. Does anything feel twisted or swollen?" he inquired while pointing to her ankles Evelyn felt around her ankles and shook her head. "Would you be willing to try this again?

| know that you're capable of making it to the other side in those heels." He hadn't expected to see a smile begin to form on her face. " Why are the heels so important?" "Because if you can manage to walk in these, then you're capable of walking in anything. These types of shoes force you to keep your posture straight and your back aligned with the rest of you. You can't hunch your shoulders too much, otherwise, you face the risk of toppling over." "How do you know all of this?" ---- A sheepish smile crept its way over his mouth.

"Growing up, my grandmother made it a point to cover etiquette when it came to both boys and girls when she was teaching me. She believed it was important for me to understand the pain and sacrifice that both sides had to make." "Well, she did an incredible job doing so." Evelyn rolled back onto her knees and very carefully raised herself back to her feet. Alexander took the chance to roll himself back to the furthest part of the room. "What you did before was good, but you didn't seem entirely focused," he said. "You're not wrong.

I'd fallen into some kind of thought and before | even noticed, my feet were moving and I began walking." "Alright, this time | want you to purposely focus on me. Don't look anywhere else in the room-only at me. Ready?" She took a deep breath in. "I think so." "Good. Now, walk to me." There was no fighting back the heat that spread throughout her face. Evelyn kept her gaze locked on Alexander but was quick to see that he was matching the same intensity he'd had when she ---- stumbled out of her bathroom in that damn towel.

Before she knew it, Evelyn had crossed the room without so much as a single error or misstep. She'd done it. All because of him. Alexander congratulated her with a prideful smirk. "Good girl."