Claimed By Him With Love

Part 38

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I removed my heels and put on my slippers and went to sit with James who was unwrapping the food.

"You shouldn't have ordered that." I gestured towards the wine bottle.

"Why?" He raised his brows in confusion.

"Because I don't drink and when you drink...only God knows the consequences." I rolled my eyes.

"I could drink a whole bottle without getting tipsy like you do after a shot." He challenged.

"Oh yes I have experienced that many times." I laughed sarcastically.

He narrowed his eyes.

"I am not going to drink more than... a glass." He assured me.

"Okay now let's eat. I am hungry." I said and started eating with him.

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"What were you wanted to ask?" I remembered about the serious talk he mentioned at the office.

He looked at me in confusion then it changed into a serious one.

"Yes. I wanted to talk about our marriage." He said and stop eating.

"You can eat and talk." I averted my eyes from him and keep my eyes on my food.

"I am done." He declared.

I can't resume the eating right?

"I think.. I am done too."

It will be uncomfortable to eat when he will sit idly and look at me.

"I don't think so." He chuckled.

"Shut up. I am done. I am going to keep all these in the refrigerator." I picked up the leftovers and kept them in the refrigerator.

I came back from the kitchen and saw him keeping his coat on the chair and made him comfortable on the couch.

Is he planning to stay?

"Want a sip?" He asked me while pouring the wine in a glass.

"No. Thank you." I smiled.

I went to sit beside him on the couch.

He was looking at me while sipping his drink.

"Have you decided the dates for our marriage?" He asked suddenly.

I looked at him with a blank emotion.

"Dates?" I asked.

"Yes dates. Because you see we can't be living our whole life like this." He gestured between us.

He is right..but when should I marry him?

Should I marry him?

Shut up Liz!

"Are you here?" He asked searching for my eyes.

"Umm..yeah..I was thinking." He nodded but didn't say anything.

He kept the glass with a thud and I jumped a little at the sudden noise.

"You can keep it in a gentle way." I looked at the glass slab on the table.

"You cracked it." my eyes widen, then he too looked at it.

"Strong glass." He examined the glass in his hand.

I rolled my eyes at it.

I stood up and corned the small table from infront of him.

Because we have a child at home right now and he could get hurt by that cracked glass.