MARRIAGE TRAP

EXPLANATIONS

Her dark eyes narrowed, clinging to Lyra with an expression that made the woman feel hesitant to guess as Romy carefully grabbed Lyra's injured hand to her lips.

"I've heard the brake version" he said calmly. "Now I want to hear your version. From the beginning."

"When we're in the bathtub?"

"By yourself now."

Why does simple logic sound so? or did Romy just play the role of a caring husband?

The man seemed to be very masculine, and his nearness in such an intimate atmosphere affected Lyra's heartbeat, getting faster and sharper so that he could feel her vibrations in each of her veins.

Romy's hand cupped his shoulder slid down the elbow, then moved to the side of his body. The man's eyes narrowed as Lyra's breath was restrained as Romy traced the slightly swollen part.

Romy's look stung him. "Lyra?"

"I'm sure the official version explains everything."

"Not really. There's some missing."

Romy won't give up, Lyra saw it. And the only option left was to suffer briefly, not realizing his face was expressive of conveying more than words could.

"That's it." Lyra ended while shrugging her shoulders as if she did not care.

Not really, Romy thought, but enough for now. He saw Lyra's eyes widen as she cupped her cheeks and rubbed her thumb gently on Lyra's delicate skin.

"What makes you think you can knock him out?" His tone is datae, calm, whereas Romy feels he will die for the last few hours imagining a different ending.

"The place is there and I take advantage of it." Lyra replied with her forced indifference and saw Romy's jaw clenched tightly.

Lyra was forced to defend herself. "The weapons don't contain."

Romy's eyes almost darkened hearing that. "You don't know that."

Should Lyra say that such a feat is not the first? That the skill to fight has been an integral part of extra training for those who taught at his school before. Where has he suffered broken bones in his chest, concussion and other minor injuries during his three years of service there?

Maybe now is not the right time. At this time Lyra is very intrigued by Romy's anxiety and the reason for it.

Could this mean that he cares?I Maybe the feeling the man was attached to her? Something more...more in depth than just enjoying a really great?

Hope is revealed deep within her, and Lyra gets rid of it out of fear that she might be mistaken.

Instead, he stretched out his unharmed hand and his finger traced a scar clearly visible along Romy's rib bone.

"You yourself also have some scars from the fights." And every scar he had traced with his lips, and Lyra inwardly felt pain at the thought of any situation that caused the scar.

Romy's eyes darkened as if he could open Lyra's mind. "There's a huge difference."

Lyra looked back at him "Right?"

Thousands of times different, Romy said in his heart. The fight is to survive in a place you don't want to go to anymore. Knife places can cause wounds that cannot be healed, iron that can hurt and make defects, and the use of sharp weapons that can kill.

And he succeeded, walking his life in a way that was almost unattended when he grabbed every opportunity and turned it into a profit.

As much as his past is kept tight, and only very few details are found by the media as time goes on.