The War God Alpha’s Arranged Bride Novel

---- Chapter 98 [Evelyn's POV] | gave myself the chance to look around some more but ultimately settled on the hibiscus. When the vendor was kind enough to package that up for me, | gave myself a little more time to roam around the market, wondering if | should bring back anything particular for Alexander. | kind of had a feeling that he wasn't going to be too keen on any type of plant or herb, but maybe | could browse around the fruit and vegetable stands and have the kitchen staff prepare something special... Right as | left the flower section, | headed toward the fresh produce areas.

But on my way, | must have walked past some kind of essential oil stand because | was heavily wafted by several overwhelming scents. | clamped my hand over my face and tried to keep the unbearable smells from hitting me all at once. Look, | enjoyed the scent of lavender and mint as much as the next person. However, when they were overly potent and heavily concentrated, it was far too much for me to handle at the moment.

Maybe it was because | was still getting over my sickness...But ---- good God, | was severely lightheaded |, unconsciously, reached my hand out to steady myself against the nearest stand. The last thing | wanted was to attract attention to myself. But things were growing more and more unstable by the second. The very ground felt like it was spinning and | had no control over my footing. My knees felt like they were on the verge of buckling beneath me. Goddamnit, | should have insisted on having one of the staff members accompany me today.

| had no idea if this bout of dizziness was just a passing wave or if it was going to turn into something more. Soon, | was met with a crashing wave of nausea that | was almost certain would have done me in. "Evelyn." | heard someone calling my name but | didn't dare turn my head to find out who it was. | was far too nauseous and wasn't willing to take the risk. But | soon felt a pair of sturdy hands on my upper arms, calmly and firmly guiding me away from the stands and toward the picnic tables and benches. Slowly but surely the fresh air was allowing my head to clear.

My steadiness gradually came back ---- and | was able to gain control of my movements. God. | was burning with embarrassment yet thankful for whoever was helping me. Once | felt confident enough to lift my head up, | was met with a familiar smile and striking green eyes and a concerned smile. "Michael?" "Hey," he greeted. "Are you alright?" | lowered my head and took in several deep breaths. "I'm...'ll be fine." "Are you sure?" he pressed. | couldn't stop myself from smiling. His worried tone reminded me of Alexander.

It was moments like this when I really missed him because of the sense of security that he gave me. "| think so," | said quietly. "Believe me, | don't normally have these moments. | think | was just overwhelmed by all the scents around me." "Well, take it easy," he told me. "If it's a migraine, you shouldn't move too quickly. Are you susceptible to having vertigo?" | waved him off and half-hazzardly shook my head. ---- "Trust me, it's neither of those things." Having taken in another deep breath, | lifted my eyes back up to meet his.

"I'm getting over the effects of Belladonna poisoning." Michael's eyes widened almost comically as he gaped at me in sheer shock. "You what? Oh my God! How the hell-" "It's kind of a long story," | mumbled. He folded his hands over his chest and raised a brow at my remark. "Well, it's a good thing | don't have any pressing plans | need to deal with for the rest of the day," he stated. "And based on how pale you look right now, | wouldn't suggest moving from that spot for a little while."