- 17 Jun 2019, 18:10
Only...that didn't happen. Ivan had most certainly intended to kiss her, likely with some sort of passion if he could muster it. Even by his hand on her cheek, she could tell. But the millisecond his lips brushed against hers, she turned her face to the side, pushing his hand from her face. She brought her hand up, pressing her palm to his collarbone to make sure he kept a reasonable distance from her.
Astrid's eyes locked on Nathan, and she remained silent for a long few seconds, expression blank.
"It was all just a game?" She questioned, referencing his first excuse regarding his kiss with 'Viola'. "I do not play games when it comes to our marriage. But now I know you understand."
She backed up, looking up at Ivan. And still, after all this time, her eyes did not drift.
"I know you think this was very unfair for me to do. Unfortunately, you are devoted to the Ivers, and sometimes it requires your services in unconventional ways. Also quite unfortunate that you stumbled twice and asked Nathan for guidance despite the orders I gave you. Regardless of this, I recognise your efforts, and for them, I forgive your misdemeanours and will ensure you receive something for your continued loyalty." She leaned forward slightly. "Now, put on your fucking clothes."