Neveah was perplexed by his words. She did not understand the meaning of what he said at all. In what way had she confused him? Perhaps, he could tell she wasn't her sister? Was that even possible? No one had ever been able to tell them apart?
She felt cast into another array of distorted thoughts; her mind was like an endless abyss with a myriad of questions twirling around like a tornado. Questions she was sure she wouldn't find answers to, most especially from where she was right now. Questions that would rupture the tiny vessels of her brain if she pondered on them for too long.
Questions such as, why had this man asked for her hand, or rather her sister's hand in marriage? Why had her father so willingly agreed to this nonsense? This wasn't the medieval days where alliances were forged, and children were coerced into marrying for mutual benefits, shoving and binding them to a loveless marriage. So what the hell was all these about?
Not having answers was one way to turn a once peaceful mind into a tumultuous one, just like hers right now. The act of not knowing and being left in the dark was something she despised because it made her vulnerable and afraid. This was why she had always led a simple life, far from whatever might torture her mind and take away her peace.
She wasn't sure of anything, and this feeling of uncertainty stirred a lot of fear in her heart. She slowly gazed at him from the corner of her eyes, and once again, she felt her heart skid for an unknown reason, making her instantly tear her gaze from him even though she didn't want to do that. How strange!
There was something about him that pricked at the tip of her heart, stirring up waves of curiosity, anxiety, and fear. Fear of him and that of something else. Something she couldn't quite explain.
Maybe it was because of the circumstances surrounding this 'faux' union. Or maybe it was the fear that her mother's words had ignited in her heart, as well as the dread that followed the numerous rumours that surrounded him. Because when someone had heard the abundance of rumours that engulfed this man, one was bound to live in horror, completely shaken to the core.
There was an urge in her to inquire what he meant by the words he had muttered, but her reasoning inclined her to refrain from doing such. She hasn't forgotten her mother's warnings, which she must yield. She must try to be invisible and not stir up any interest or curious thoughts in him till her sister was found. But how does a wife stay invisible to her husband, especially when they were newly wedded?
Despite the desperate urge to know the meaning of his words and more, Neveah remained still with her lips tightly sealed.
She looked outside the window of the luxurious Maybach which she was currently seated, her eyes following the structures of buildings that passed by in a flash. If only time could move as fast as the cars or houses that raced against them, then her days with this man would be fastly spent. But she knew that was her mere wish because deep down, she knew despite her mother's promise to quickly locate Elle and return her to where she rightly belonged, she knew things weren't going to be so easy. If Elle ran away from this marriage, that meant she must have made plans to stay hidden even from someone like their mother. Finding her wasn't going to be an easy fit, which meant her days here might be innumerable.
But she must be hopeful. She must hope and pray things to work out well for her sake because, with each passing second, her heart raced erratically.
If she could have her way, she'd leave right this instant, run as far as her legs could carry her but now she was like a girl lost and trapped in a place of no return. How did her life make such a drastic turn?
Oblivious to Neveah, she was now under the scrutinizing eyes of her 'husband' as she had her utmost attention fixed on the scenery outside the fastly moving car. If only she could take a look now, she would notice the heavy crease line sitting on his face as he stared at her.
He could swear she was different. There was something different about her, something he couldn't place his mind on. But what was it?
Neveah felt the hair on her neck stand, and her heart thumped when she felt a chilly gaze on her. Was he staring at her? She slowly turned towards him with a drumming heart, and indeed there he was staring at her with those soul searching eyes of his.
The moment her eyes met those eyes of his, her breath stilled. She had suspected that he was gazing at her, but she had not expected actually to meet his gaze...his gaze, what was it about those blue eyes of his. Was it just his eyes, or was there something else about him? What was it that made her heart stop at the very sight of him?
"Elle," She heard him whisper, but it sounded like he had called her in her head. His voice sounded sirenic like a merman. Her eyes zoomed in on his lips, anxiously waiting for what he'd say next, but nothing came forth. He only stared at her.
"Can...I ask you a question?" She suddenly heard herself say.