Chapter 63

Luca's pov.

When Lia asked Dean for a divorce before my very own eyes. I was shocked. Extremely shocked. Why would she ask him for a divorce?

I knew we were already dating. We were like an actual couple but Dean could banish her from the park. If Dean banishes her, she would have to take Merlin with her, and Dean would finally know that she had a child with him.

He might ask for the custody of the child or might kill him. As illegitimate heirs are not allowed and this would break both me and him.

I knew I was kind of wrong by being quiet when Dean asked me if I wanted to marry her or when I finished my love confession leaving the part out if me willing to marry her

But in my defense, the question came suddenly. The fact that they thought I convinced her added more shock to me but I am happy that she wants me.

I was happy that she was finally craving me as much as I did. So imagine my surprise when she left the room with tear-filled eyes. I followed her out of pure instinct only to find out that she was on a phone call with Dean, trying to tell him she was sorry.

Sorry for what? Sorry for wanting me as much as I wanted her. Sorry for asking for a divorce from someone who has never treated her right. Anger filled up in my veins when she said she was trying to do it for Merlin.

A needle of pain stabbed me when she said that she would rather be with Dean because he is his father. Like seriously? How would she ask to say such a thing?

I loved her. I always did. I have taken everything that belonged to her as mine, including Merlin who by the way would end up reminding me of the same Dean she asked me to kill the other day.

I am not saying that she should be selfish; what I am saying is that she should love me and choose me as her first, not her second or last.

"I should not lose faith in you? You don't want to be with me? You want me to be your dirty little secret for only you to know and no one else. You don't want to be seen with me in public, you deny all my requests for a date or a Cinema, and when I ask you for a date to the museum, you are not even delighted. You just agreed, maybe because you are bored, or you were angry and wanted me to leave you alone, "she said, tears streaming down her eyes, making her blue eyes darker.

My chest is filled with pain at the thought of visiting the museum with her. At the thought of having all those memories replay in my head.

I heaved a sigh as I pinched the bridge of my nose and explained calmly, " I am not the type who goes on dates, lia. It is not as if I don't want to be seen with you. I do. I would want the whole world to know you are mine if you wish. And although all this sounds foreign to me, I would go because it is you. After all, every moment I spend with you is worth more than anything, and I was not reluctant with the Museum date. I would go with you. It just reminded me of something I wanted to forget. But I love you, Lia, I do. And it would pain me if you decide to leave me for Dean because of some quarrel or because of Merlin. You asked me to kill him; I will for your sake, I will, but please don't leave me," I pleaded with her. Her eyes softened for a while as she stared at me with disbelief.

I can't imagine I am the one being this vulnerable. I am never vulnerable but here I am doing just that.

I lean forward and cup her face as I press my forehead against her own "Please, don't leave, me" I whisper in a soft voice.

I don't think I would be able to survive if she left me again. Or chose Dean over me.

We stayed in that moment for a while before she gradually warped her hands around me. "I am not going to leave you, Luca," she says in a soft, reassuring voice.

My heart melted at the assurance. "I won't leave you" she adds. She removed her head from mine and looked me in the eye.

Her eyes scan my face and land on my lips. I swallow hard as emotions flow through me. An overwhelming urge to kiss her feels my body.

Before I can remove my mouth from her she kisses me. Her soft lips pressed against my mouth, and I smiled; I bit her lip a little, and a moan escaped her lips. She opens her mouth for me as I gain access to her lips. We kissed each other for a while, unlike my other kisses which are rough and filled with lust. This one is gentle and filled with love.

We break from each other, panting. A smile tugged on her lips. "That means you are going to go to the museum with me," she says.

I nod my head in acceptance. I would rather spend time with her than allow my memories to snatch her from me.

Her smile widened, and for some reason, that sent warmth to my heart. I smile at her back. She places a soft kiss on my lips.

"I made a reservation for two," she tells me as she walks away.

I grab her wrist, drawing her back to me; this time, my grin is wider. "I would do that in one account," I say.

She furrowed her eyebrows. "And what is that, my love?" She asked.

"When we come back, you will reward me with sex."

A chuckle escaped her lips. "No way," she answered, still laughing.

I glare at her. "Okay, okay. I would reward you with a lot of sex," she replied.

"Good," I say as I let her go. She runs toward the bathroom door and stops "Get dressed and make sure you are putting on a suit" she says.

I burst into laughter. I am always in a trouser or sweatpants, but I now need to arrange a suit for this date. Maybe we will visit a restaurant or cinema afterward.