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Chapter 58

XANDER

I could see the curiosity in her eyes as she asked the question. Her eyes sparkled with interest, as her eyebrows curved up. She was looking at me the exact way she did in the river. Her lips parted slightly as if she was going to comment, but whatever she was going to say, she swallowed it before it could come out

I still don’t understand why she was keen to replace out the story behind my eyes. I thought she would drop it after how the scene played out in the river but she seems pretty interested and it doesn’t look like she would give up unless she got her answers.

I knew I was the one who agreed to play the game in the first place and it would cost me nothing to say I was no longer interested, but I was really curious about her and I wanted to know every single thing about her.

It’s not like I was ashamed of myself or couldn’t share the story with her, but after everything that has happened in the past. I stopped talking about it since it only brought me memories of the past I wanted to forget,

Maliya looked into my eyes as if patiently waiting for my response.

You don’t have to answer if it makes you feel uncomfortable, she cleared her throat, and my eyes landed on her lips.

They looked so inviting and I wanted to end the pathetic game and claim her lips immediately. It took all of my self control to remain in the same spot from the way her well rounded breasts were staring back at me

“Alpha Xander?” She called again, drawing my attention back to her face.

Why is she so interested in me anyway? Isn’t she supposed to hate me!

I noticed that she has gotten quite confident around me and she no longer tries to leave as much space as possible between us

A lot has changed recently. Even though I still don’t know what it is, I think she doesn’t hate me as much as she used to

“I got the scar from my stepmother. She wanted to stab me in the eyes for talking back to her, but she ended up cutting me below my eyelids, hence the scar” 1 finally answered her.

I didn’t feel the need to tell her everything that happened that day or after. She wanted to hear how I got it, and that is the simplest way I can explain things to her without lying.

I didn’t miss the way her eyes flashed with hurt as if she had imagined the whole scenario in her head. Tears pricked in the corner of her eyes and I didn’t understand why she was being so emotional

“It must have hurt a lot,” she said with a cracked voice as if i

f her heart broke for me,

ne, and I simply nodded.

“It did for a while, but I’m fine now.” I answered her honestly, surprising myself.

She threw her head back and sniffed back her tears and it was evident how she was trying so hard to control it from pouring.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t amused by her reaction. No one has ever shown me sympathy before. Not that I needed it anyway, but for once, even though she knew there was nothing her sympathy could do to me, she still felt sorry for what happened.

I’m sorry you have to go

through that,” she whispered.

Nothing annoys me more than someone trying to pity me. It makes me feel vulnerable and helpless. Pity is something that I could never tolerate. but with Maliya, everything was different

If this was coming from a different person, I’d have reacted differently. I would punish whoever it was without a second thought, but it was Maliya.

She mentioned being bullied by her stepmother earlier and I get she could imagine everything I’ve been through. She was probably comparing my life with hers in her head and all I could do was stare at her beautiful face.

She amuses me in more ways than one. Her eyes glinted with tears and I watched how she was struggling so hard to stop it from falling.

Even now that I’m all grown, no one has ever asked me the story behind my scar. No one cared enough. Back then when I had chances of getting rid of the scar my stepmother made sure that I didn’t get the chance to do it, instead, I was ridiculed at the slightest chance they got

Maliya moved closer to me without breaking eye contact with me. I watched as she approached ine until she was standing right in front of me.

She reached her hands up until she was touching my eye patch and I watched her sternly, eager to see what she was going to do,

“You don’t mind if I take them off, right?” She asked and I simply stared at her. Nobody would have dared to look into my eyes or go as far as touching my eye patche normal day, but with Maliya, I simply don’t care.

She took off my eye patch gently and I studied her reaction closely. She threw it into the bathtub and she began to trace her hands around my car. “Even with the scar, you still have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen, the whispered.

I let out a dry laugh as if she had gone mad. How can she still think my face is the prettiest she has ever seen with the ugly sear that is lying beneath

I could see the genuine l

look in her eyes and I knew she wasn’t saying it to make me feel better, which makes me curious.

Does she have an eye problem?

There is no need for you to hide these beautiful eyes with an eye patch. It only hides the beauty,” she said softly, as she continued to trace her hands on my sear

Her hands have been standing there for longer than I’d have tolerated, but I neither slapped her hands away like I’d have done nor pushed her away. I simply watched as I became even more curious about what she would do next.

“If I do not wear an eye patch, people e won’t stop staring at my face and I simply get tired of listening to their gossip” I said.

Even after accepting my situation, people still gossip about me, making it difficult to move on as if nothing ever happened so as soon as I became the Alpha, I started wearing an eye patch or who knows the amount of people Ed have killed for getting on my nerves for making a stupid comment about my eyes

“If you don’t mind, can I do something“” She asked and a frown spread across my face. I didn’t know what she wanted to do and I wasn’t sure it would be a good idea either.

“What do you want to do?” | fi

I furrowed my brows

“Let me take care of your scar for you” she said with a smile. Her smile was so captivating that I lost focus on what we were talking about for a while. She stood up i and left the bathtub before I could comprehend what was happening and my eyes fell on her body.

For someone with a petite body, she is so curvy and her ass. I wanted to drag her closer and smack them hard until she was moaning my name. My dick hardened as I stared at her body and if she hadn’t wrapped a towel around her body at the instant. I’d have dragged her back into the bathtub.

She left the bathroom after cleaning up and I did the same before we both went back into the room.

I was about to wear my eye patch again, but before I could, she removed it from my hands and stopped me in the process.

She brought out some make up from the drawer and I watched what she needed them for since it was late already.

“Come have a seat,” she said and I did.

She brought out some foundation and began to apply them on my face. I pulled back at the thought of having make up on my face, but she pulled. me back before that could happen.

She applied a handful of make up on my lower eyelid and I watched how she concentrated on it as if her life depended on it

“All done,” she grinned as soon as she finished and I looked at her. “Take a look at yourself in the mirror,” she smiled and stepped aside for me to take a proper look at my face.

I looked up to see what she did and my eyes widened in shock. There are no more signs of scars on my face which made me wonder what the hell just happened.

My face was as fresh as it was when I was younger before my stepmother put the mark on my face and I couldn’t help but wonder what magic just happened.

“What did you do?” I asked in disbelief.

Maliya grinned as she watched the surprised look on my face.

“Nothing really, I just covered the scar with light makeup. Instead of wearing an eyepatch around, I guess I can help you apply makeup to cover the scar if it makes you feel that uncomfortable,” she said with a grin.

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