Chapter 9

It had been a week since the accident and Isaac was finally released from hospital and able to come home fully recovered. He hadn't returned to his job at the library, however, but after the first week but he decided it was time to go back to work although Cruella expressed strong objections to his decision. She had made it perfectly clear to him that she wouldn't allow him to use the car anymore, which had really upset him. Apart from that, Cruella had been acting a bit strange since they got back from the hospital. She was more distant. He had been dying to ask her for some time and set things straight but the timing never felt right. But now, this whole fuss about the car, seemed the perfect excuse to start the awkward conversation.

Isaac was sitting on the table opposite her, enjoying his Sunday dinner. He had prepared it, of course, since Cruella knew nothing about cooking anyway, and after all he enjoyed it.

''Cru, I think that you have to reconsider your ''decision'' about me not getting the car!'' he sounded determined.

''There is no way I am having this conversation with you again, darling'' she said not looking at him.

"I know that you are worried about your car and if that's your real problem, I'll just buy a new one'' he said calmly.

Cruella stood still for a few seconds playing with the food in her plate with an empty look in her eyes. Did he really think she was that cold-hearted? It wasn't the fact that he said it that made her furious. It was the fact that he seemed to actually believe it. ''Do you think I'm doing this for the car?'' she asked with fury as she dropped the fork on her plate. The sound echoed all over the room and her sharp glare could freeze anyone on the spot. Isaac didn't say a word. He was just looking at her without making a sound. She was the one who broke the silence first, leaving him no doubt as to how angry she was. "Do you have any idea how I felt when they told me you were in the hospital?''

"Cru" he interrupted her trying to calm her down.

''No, Isaac. You may think that I don't care about you but you are wrong! How much more evidence do you want? And I don't give a damn about the bloody car!'' She exclaimed and got up from the table.

He had hurt her somehow. But she didn't want him to see it. And the façade of anger was her only way to mask it. That was, after all, the way she always reacted when things got rough. He was in a state of a shocked but the feeling which prevailed was the one of happiness. She did care. She hadn't actually said it, but she implied it. He walked closer and placed his hand on her shoulder. The warmth of his touch instantly softened her expression.

"It must have been really hard for you, but you can't keep me in a glass bubble forever.'' he told her softly and moved his hand down to her waist. He pulled her closer so he could look in her eyes.

"It's funny…'' he chuckled "What's funny?'' she said irritated.

"Months ago you came to this town just to kill me and now you are telling me that you don't want me to get hurt…''

She chuckled. "Well, darling, it seems I change moods easily...''

She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought her lips close to his so he could sense her breath. Cold, with a hint of gin and mint. With no hesitation he kissed her, tasting those lips once again. Her taste... her smell... were driving him crazy. And that kind of confession of hers made him want her more than ever. He loved her. It was undeniable. But sometimes he wondered if what he felt could be more than love. He could kill or die for this woman…

So here's chapter 9! And with this chapter I want to inform you that the end of the story is coming. There gonna be 2 or 3 more chapters. Thank you for the reviews and generally your support. See you in chapter 10 :) XOXO