Chapter 7

I quietly left Camden City under the protection of the Fullman family's team. Two days later, I met my future husband—Felix Fullman, heir of the Fullman family—for the first time. He looked regal and handsome in his ironed black suit. Although his legs were covered under a blanket on the wheelchair, his perfect posture and his wide, muscular shoulders took attention away from his disability. "Reegan Rowland," he muttered. Taking a deep breath, I shuffled up to him and slowly crouched until I was at eye level with him. I believe I must have been extremely nervous and shy at that moment because I could see my tiny reflection in his dark pupils. My lashes looked like they were trembling. I took a breath quietly, gathered all my courage, and held those hands that were resting on the blanket. "Hi, Mr. Fullman. I'm Reegan." The moment I grasped his hand, I seemed to hear the people around me inhaling sharply. Still, my nervousness made me ignore everything else around me. Instead, I held his hand tighter. Felix did not push me away. Besides, his fingers were slender and bony. I couldn't have possibly held all of them. Right when I was about to pass out from the nervousness, he held my cold hand. His wide palm covered my hand before wrapping it up. "Reegan, take me back to my bedroom." I scrambled to get up but lost my footing, nearly toppling to the side. He quickly reached out to hold me by the waist. "Look out." He quickly released me after, but I wouldn't stop blushing. "Okay," I said softly. Taking the wheelchair handles from the maid, I pushed him back to his room. When the door shut behind us and the cozy lights were turned on, he glanced at me before pointing at his legs. A smirk crept onto his lips, or perhaps, I was just imagining it. "My legs are in the way. Reegan, I'll have to trouble you tonight." With my head hung low, I nodded softly. I was too scared to meet his eyes. Then, I awkwardly reached out to touch my ear, which was burning from embarrassment.