Chapter 93 - Sister Madeleine

The neatly polished door painted in brown closed behind him with a gentle click sound as Sinclair walked out of the room, in which his only beloved, his bride Syna was resting. He felt some strange feelings that were similar to happiness after witnessing Syna in his room sitting right on his bed.

A few naughty ideas flashed into his devilish brain, but the Kvell lord had to suppress his desires and to tame the junior, as that was certainly not the right time to attempt such a thing. Sinclair could not bear to harm his bride in any way even if that included the pain of intercourse.

He remembered the night of their marriage, her sweet moans fell into his ears like a music from the heavens, in between which she screamed his name. The beast within him was tamed at once when Syna yelled with excruciating pain in her lower body and her nails were dug into his back, she wanted it but he was not ready, let alone to agree to hurt her. 

"I need to hurry and find Madeleine, before Syna' tummy pain catches a pace."

The Lord muddled to himself while standing outside the door, it was neither his thing nor his style at all. He never let anything bother him but this time it was his bride, and everything was different now.

If anyone from Spirit realm would have seen their emperor, worrying about their queen they would  probably faint at the very sight of Sinclair's broad forehead, that formed a few horizontal lines.

At least his younger brother, Jason MacLaverty would surely find it unbelievable or perhaps call it an illusion, although the cold blooded king was affectionate towards his brother and brought him up with great care and fatherly love.

But nothing could beat Sinclair's affection towards Syna, the lord was worried about his bride who was wincing in pain, laying inside his room. After all, he paid a huge price of living alone for decades, waiting for his bride to be reincarnated. He wanted to stay by her side, loving and cherishing her again.

"But I can do those things for her, no... I must do that myself because I'm her husband. That would be fine, this way she will feel at ease in talking about this stuff next time."

Sinclair thought to himself as he tucked left hand beneath his chin with index finger and thumb supporting his face, while his right arm rested above his tummy. He acknowledged himself as her husband without even Syna knowing about this, or even a blurry memory of past.

"Ugh! I better find Madeleine to guide me with this. Come on! Sinclair, you can handle this. It is not even that tough."

Sinclair's mind was running at a fast pace, he wanted to do something for Syna, all by himself. He wanted to make her feel that he was by her side no matter what problem it is, and they would face it together.

Meanwhile, in the room Syna pulled the duvet over her tummy. She felt a cold shudder as her body temperature dropped a little due to blood loss, the loveable bride sniffed the duvet while pulling it upto her nose.

Indeed she was also suffering from the incurable venom of love and felt herself heated with rising passion of affection, the duvet smelled like Sinclair which caused a smile on her face.

For a few moments Syna completely forgot about the pain that was catching a pace in her tummy, she recalled Sinclair's expressions as she requested him to send Madeleine which made the lord to blush and hide his embarrassment. 

Syna giggled inwardly remembering the historical scene, in her relationship of three months she had never seen Sinclair stuck in an awkward situation but she was happy that it was especially caused by her. Syna took it as her victory over the indomitable lord, as it was rumoured that CEO Sinclair MacLaverty never hesitated in his life nor stuttered in any weak moment. 

But he did everything in their relationship and it was only three months since they got together and two when she agreed to do a living with him. Syna was merry that she succeeded in wrapping him around her pinky in such a short time span, little did she know that they were destined since eons and Sinclair knew her in the past life too.

The Lord thought intently for a few seconds while his eyes were glued to the wooden floor, standing outside his room, completely unaware of her thoughts yet he felt her happiness and could fathom that his flustered condition was the sole reason for that. As he concluded something and mustered up courage which was visible through his clenched fists, before he vanished into the air like fading smoke. 

"Whhaa-"

Madeleine jumped in her position at once when she sensed a touch on her right shoulder, there was no one in the kitchen except her as she believed the couple was out on a date.

Sinclair informed her beforehand he took Syna to the ice cream, he didn't want her to worry about Syna' whereabouts. Madeleine was cooking hot and sour soup when her calm and serene posture was touched by someone, that interrupted her humming too.

"Ah! It's you, you scared the hell out of me. I mean, yes my Lord?"

The wooden spoon she had in her right hand was about to slip haphazardly, when she got a hold of it in a fit.

She unleashed her anger onto him by raising her voice a little but immediately submitted herself acknowledging the blunder she did.

"There is no need of that formality, sister. You know I do not appreciate such distant words from you and Elmore, but you both do not adhere to my words."

Sinclair sighed helplessly as he placed his right hand on forehead and massaged the temples gently, while he stood by the white marble slab of the table nook, tucking his hips to the edge.