The Billionaire's Fragile Bride

61. I LOVE YOU

Chapter dedication goes to Wang_Dasu and toorbina

When they settled in the car, Orla burst into intractable loud sobs. "How can anyone be so wicked, Callan? How can Mia be so wicked?"

For a minute, Callan got drowned in the sea of thoughts. He wondered what would have happened if he had listened to his mother, and chose Mia that day they visited Arnold Sullivan's mansion. 

This day would never come up, Orla would never be vindicated, she would still live in distress, and he just knew he would never love Mia as much as he loved Orla.

Relief washed through him for his choice. No one would have been better.

"How do you feel?" He asked her, taking her hands in his. A habit he was now used to and didn't want to ever stop.

"I don't know what and how to feel, Callan. I don't want to be a part of that family anymore." She shook her head, dejected. "They made me believe I was a murderer all along. How could they be so wicked to gaslight a young girl into believing that she killed her sister? Just how?"

"Don't get yourself worked up. I have all the evidence recorded. We can use it against them if you're willing to sue for defamations." 

Callan passed his phone to her, scrolling through to play the voice recordings he had secretly made as her sisters confessed to their crimes.

Orla stared at him, not certain of what she wanted at that moment. 

"It's okay, I will let you think about it. You can let me know whatever you decide on." He patted her back, whispering, "no rush."

She nodded her head, wiping tears from her eyes. "Thank you for staying with me, Callan. I wouldn't have stayed if you weren't there, I don't know what I would have done if you weren't there with me."

Callan smiled. He gently caressed her hands, "I am proud of you, Orla. Your reactions, and everything you did. I am glad you faced them, and didn't get too vulnerable."

"I was able to do that because I had you by my side." Sharing a long gaze with him, she stopped sobbing and bit her lips. "Do you promise not to leave my side?"

Her eyes flickered in worry. She just lost all her family members, and Callan was the only one left for her. She needed his validation that he would never leave her.

"There is no way I am leaving you, Orla. Leaving you means death. I don't want to die now, I want to spend many more years with you and our nine babies."

"Nine babies?" She laughed, squinting her eyes. Finally, something to lift her mood. "Nine? I have a tiny body, I can't carry nine babies." 

"We can reduce them to eight," he sent her a nasty smirk. "Or seven at the least."

"Oh, Callan!" She tried to hit him, but he held back her tiny hands. 

"Orla," he dubbed, staring deeper into her eyes. When she nodded her head, he smiled. Placing a kiss on her hand, he said, "I have never been so complete, Orla. I need you every day to survive, don't leave me alone."

She didn't plan to leave him. There was no way she was ever going to leave Callan. He was like the air that she breathed.

As they stared at each other, they smiled. If this is what love was all about, then it was safe to assume that she loved Callan. No one had ever touched her heart in the way that he did.