Chapter 64 - I Love You!

"What do you want me to do? How will you forgive me, Syna. Please tell me, I beg you."

Sinclair questioned her with worry and in a pleading tone as he knew that now she would do anything to break that agreement.

Obviously now Sinclair felt that contractual marriage agreement was a travesty, he should have told the lady that he loved her so much, and waited for a thousand years just for her to be reborn.

"Stop the car!"

Syna immediately blurted out without even glancing at him. 

"But why?"

It was an 'out of the blue' statement but the Lord obeyed his wife and stopped the car.

He reached for her hand before Syna could step out, amd made an eye contact  sincerely as he confessed without any further delay.

"What do you want to do with me? I admit it was a sick joke and I shouldn't have done that but I want you to know Syna...I, Sinclair MacLaverty  fell in love with you, Miss Syna Rhys."

"I didn't know how to tell you and was afraid that you will refuse which I didn't know how to bear so I came up with that...that joke"

Sinclair paused and licked his lips to wet them, hesitated a bit, after all the Lord was having difficulty in confessing his love.

"I wanted the whole of you, your soul, your attention and your body. I wanted to be your only thought, your only man, your husband, forever. I know I chose the wrong way to keep you close to me but I 

wanted to hold you tight. I want to be your man, Syna. I want to be your shield against anything you fear. Your love, your everything had to be mine, only mine."

There was a pause and as the mighty Lord lifted his head up, the duo kept on looking into each other's eyes. Their warm breath fanned each other's face.

The confession was made which made their heart raced faster which was already intoxicated with the venom of love. Unintentionally Syna scooped his face and caressed the sharp cuts of his beard, didn't know what to say she savoured the moment.

The Dark Lord did the things which no-one could have ever believed or even imagined, Sinclair apologized to her and pleaded for forgiveness, the King of Spirit Realm finally had a weakness, or she was his strength?

Syna felt warm drops on her cheeks, crawling down when he smashed his lips onto hers, amd gently bit her lower lip as she moaned and opened her mouth,Sinclair rolled his tongue inside with a mastery and both ended up into a passionate kiss.

"W-wait!"

Words left her mouth with a little hesitation as Syna realized something and pushed him back hard towards the driving seat.

"What happened babe?"

Sinclair again pulled her closer by waist ignoring her resistance as he kissed her neck placing the love sign, a glaring red hickey.

Though Syna enjoyed the whole damn thing but she wanted some answers which were necessary as the lady was already in love with him, unknown to her the powerful Lord was whipped by her eons ago.

"Do you.....Y-you aren't playing, are you?" 

She raised her brow with an 'unsure' expressions and this time Sinclair scooped her face and slightly caressed her cheek with his thumb as he sighed. 

"No, my love, not at all. Each and every word is true. I belong to you and you to me now!"

"No, I don't believe you."

She backed and crept out of the car and walked towards the bonnet completely frustrated and halted there, sure the foxy queen wanted to play hard to get as she controlled her giggles. 

Sinclair followed her and shielded by caging Syna between his strong arms as her back touched the bonnet of luxurious Bentley. 

"You have to believe me, honey. My every word is true. Don't you feel the same? I know you also feel that way and your body reacts to my every action. Don't dare to deny."

He cupped her face and leaned as their nose tips touched and their breaths brushed each other's face, within a polite tone he asked her again.

"Just tell me do you love me? Tell me Syna you love me or not?"

Desperately he waited for her answer, with a lot of doubts and fears that could arise because the queen of Rosario kingdom doesn't possess her past memories in this life or even her halcyon days with him, Sinclair was consistent to pursue her again, starting all over if she said no.

Her heart raced faster than ever as he confessed to her but still she kept on to deny her feelings before him, just to tease him a little more, fencing her heart from all sides for a little longer.

"I-I don't know. Shut this show, stop all this nonsense."

The most handsome guy in the whole Australia, the young multimillionaire Sinclair MacLaverty confessed his feelings. 

Unknown his identity that he was the actual Ghost King and her mate, Syna denied her feelings, rejected and decided to remain in her hard-core shell as that way she planned to take revenge for the 'one night stand' lie.

Sinclair placed his hands on her shoulders and gulped before uttering. 

"It's okay. Calm down I know you are shocked right now. As no one ever dared to say such a thing to you let alone confess. Take time to think. But do remember Syna I'm always with you and I will always be in front of you, to protect my beloved."

He hugged her at once after completing the sentence which she didn't expect yet the merciless queen felt pity for teasing and torturing him like that, when her inner self was screaming loudly that the Lord has feelings for her.

"Now let me drive. Come."

He opened the door as Syna slipped in and he began to drive again.

Tucked her head with the window she played with her hair strand looking outside.

"Here we have reached. Come."

Like a gentleman, he opened the door of the car in front of 'Gifted Art Museum' and they both walked in the art gallery. 

His arm around her shoulder as Syna glanced at him and Sinclair passed her a genuine smile to which she just stared. 'How can a Ghost be so handsome?'

"Thank you Mrs Watson."

Synaa thanked the old lady, the owner of the gallery as they both walked around.

"Always welcome love. Well sweety your boyfriend is a kind man, I like him. Just be a 'MRS' as soon as possible." 

She winked at her and smiled, which left Syna bewildered and flustered as she felt heat around her cheeks and hot air coming from her ears.

"Err....Mrs Watson it's not....."

She tried to make an excuse to escape from such an embarrassing topic but got stuck.

"Hehe... the well-known witful journalist Miss Syna is unable to find words to make an excuse."

She pat on her shoulder with love, the old lady knew her since she started her job at her art gallery before she shifted towards journalism.

"Honey, you are in love with him. Don't worry just follow your heart, it will lead you towards his path. Confess to him and sure he will hold you, believe me."

Syna nodded as she hugged her.

"Ah! Dear ladies if I'm not intruding in some important talk, then it's time to go."

Sinclair popped close to them and interrupted which caused both ladies to laugh.

Syna waved her goodbye and the couple headed towards the exit.

"You look beautiful when you smile."

Sinclair complimented her and seated himself for driving after putting the painted canvas behind.

"Thank you."

Syna whispered lowering her head coyly. 

"Oh my! You are thanking me! Looks like I still have a chance to dot onto you!"

He chuckled enthusiastically while Syna smiled as her eyes flickered red with a beam of happiness.