Chapter 374 Remnants

His mind then brought back the words she had uttered to him. "Alex please come back to me. It's me Abigail your wife," she had said. 'My wife?' he thought. What was she saying? Why had she said those words? Was it only to try and make him snap out of his rage? To try and shock him with those words?

So many questions floated in his mind about this. He didn't know what to think. This little lamb, his wife? He had already decided that he would marry her. Only she would bear the title of his wife. Was that why she had said it? Did that mean that if he proposed to her, she would accept? Was that her way to telling him that she wanted to be his wife?

He didn't know. He shook his head. He would try and find out some of the answers to these questions when she woke up. He would ask her to explain what she meant when she said those words.

However, he couldn't help the small wisp of hope blooming within him. Had she finally fallen for him? Was it because of what happened last night?

He looked down at her face again as if he was just really seeing her for the first. Her long eyelashes grazed the top of her cheeks. Her soft, full lips were red. Her cheeks were pink and soft. He felt his heart flutter a little as he watched her. He then tucked her hair behind her ear before he cupped her cheek, closed his eyes and placed a soft kiss on her lips.

He pulled away and surveyed her face again but then his eyes drifted lower and landed on the bruises around her neck.

His soft expression instantly became hard. His eyes blazed with an anger he could barely contain. He was more than angry at himself. His fists clenched so hard that his knuckles turned white as he gritted his teeth. How could he do that to her? How could these hands of his mark her like that?

He closed his eyes because he didn't want to see that vision of him gripping her neck. How easily he could have squeezed the life out of her.

In the next second, Alex's face was filled with agony and guilt and self-loathing. He hunched over with his hands tearing at his hair, his whole being trembling from all these emotions. How could he live with himself from now? How could he look at her again knowing that he had hurt her? Could she forgive him for this? He didn't know but no matter how long it took, no matter how many times he had to say sorry to her, he would do it. He would beg for her forgiveness endlessly until she forgave him. He would whatever she wanted, take whatever punishment she threw at him because no amount of pain could ever compare to the agony he was experiencing at that moment. Everything else would be a walk in the park compared to this.

Alex stood up and walked towards the window, looking up at the sky. His thoughts were running a million miles an hour but everything came back to one thing, one person. It seemed that his world now revolved around her and he didn't know when it started.

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Abigail had the most wonderful dream. She dreamt that Alex was holding her, surrounding her with his warmth, causing her body to warm up. They were back in his little house, looking up at the northern lights, cuddling by the fire. She was so happy that words couldn't describe what she was feeling. The dream jumped and they were suddenly in the hot pool, kissing passionately.

Her body felt very warm and she moaned in her sleep. "Alex"

However, the next scene in her dream was of Alex lying on the floor of that dark castle, flames surrounding him, about to devour him whole.

"No!!" Abigail inwardly screamed as she sat up on the bed. Her heart was beating wildly as she clutched at her chest. Her breaths were shallow and she felt a tear