The Villianess story: A 100 ways to kill your husband-Chapter 339: his favourite thing

Cedric went silent for a while after she spoke. He had thought about the possibility before but he had a lot of people that wanted to get any means against him.

That night, he wasn’t himself; his primal urges took control of every sanity in him when he saw her half-dead. "We just have to be extra careful from now on." He stated they finally got to the end of the passage, and a blinding light welcomed her.

Abrielle’s eyes took a while to adjust to it, and then a true fairytale revealed itself. The area was surrounded by tall rocks as high as trees. In the middle of the area stood a lake, the clearest lake she had ever seen, that reflected the seas of stars that shone above with the moonlight reflecting off the surface.

The rocks were translucent and very smooth, their surface reflecting the moonlight perfectly lighting up the area. Different colours of night widows lined the edges, its colourful beautiful light drawing in fireflies and insects Abrielle wasn’t sure if she would classify as butterflies or moths. She never imagined there were nocturnal butterflies, how wonderful.

They were attracted to the glowing flowers. They had large beautiful wings that also glowed in the night. Inside the lake were filled with not-so-surprising transparent fishes that were also bioluminescent.

The edges of the water were lined with magic stones, which were glowing, even some stones glowing from under the clear pool. She wondered if this was possible because of the excess magic stones.

A soft laugh left her lips as she smiled, initially forgetting her earlier worries. Cedric placed her feet on the ground, and she slowly approached the flowers.

The butterflies soon circled her causing her to giggle. She was surprised there were night butterflies, but this was a fantasy world. Anything was possible.

Abrielle squatted down to the flowers, there was one of the widows that was purple in colour. Her finger touched the soft petals. A butterfly slowly landed on her finger, amazed she glanced at Cedric.

She was stunned to see how intently he was staring at her, it caused her cheeks to burn. She quickly looked away; her heartbeat was getting chaotic.

’ try to relax, Abrielle.’ she whispered in her mind knowing he could hear her heartbeat. There was something in his gaze that stirred her. The butterfly flew away from her finger to land on other flowers.

"Can they be planted elsewhere?" She asked.

His footsteps were approaching her. "I am not certain but I do know the magic stone is a major factor why this place is like this. I found here by coincidence and have never thought of moving the flowers before." Cedric explained and she nodded in understanding.

"They are truly beautiful." She gushed, her eyes travelling around the lake that was surrounded by the night widows. She reached out for a stalk. She broke off easily, and to her surprise,, it was still glowing.

She gave it to Cedric, he accepted then reached out for her hair to place it in. "What’s your favourite colour?" He asked taking her by surprise.

"My favourite colour." She repeated, staring at him in a squatted position. The purple night widow felt perfect in her ginger hair. "Mmm, I just realized I don’t know much about you. Like your likes, we never got the chance to know each other." He explained.

She glanced away; in the book, she never really spoke much about Abrielle’s favourite things, her clothes or colour or even food. She was the villainess. The only thing was that Abrielle loved to read just like Hazel. Was it crazy that the villainess of the book was very similar to the author?

But there was a scene where Abrielle’s mother spoke about her favourite things to Cedric during their wedding banquet which Cedric didn’t attend this time around. It wasn’t important so she mentioned all her favourite things instead in the scene.

"I do have two favourite colours, green and purple, that are my best, but I also appreciate red, but if I had to choose one, it would be purple." She explained she loved all those colours for different reasons.

Green because it was the colour of her former crush’s eyes. She was truly a hopeless romantic back then.."what is your own favourite?"

Cedric didn’t think twice, then echoed, "Purple." She was surprised, her eyes snapping back. She remembered clearly that maids said he hates purple because of Astrid.

"I thought you hated purple. The maids say so."

"I had no idea that the maids spoke behind me. I did dislike the colour for some reason but I have a reason to like it now." He explained; she slowly stood up, tired of squatting.

"It isn’t your favourite. You mostly wear black, and even if it’s not black, it can be gold, red or dark blue." She mentioned all the colours she had seen around him. Even his castle in Vitalis had a dark tone deco.

Cedric smiled, his eyes glancing at the sky. "I didn’t have the luxury of having a colour while growing up. I don’t have a favourite colour, but if I have to pick one, it will be purple because you are my favourite thing." He said so smoothly her heart could not handle it.

He never had a favourite colour; he wasn’t expecting her to ask him the same question, but the moment he heard her say purple, the way her eyes lit up and the purple petals of the night widow shone on her hair. He knew at that moment the colour that made her eyes light up was his favourite.

When did he have such a smooth tongue? Abrielle’s thoughts screamed. Cedric started to take off his clothes while she was still processing what she heard. "I never took you as the cheesy type." She pouted looking away from him. "Why are you suddenly taking off your clothes?!"

She was blushing hard. "I thought you said you were already used to seeing me naked, and besides, I want to take a swim. That’s why we are here." He explained. She glanced back at him and realized he was now completely naked. She quickly looked away.

She could stare at him shirtless but not when that monster was out. "You know I can’t swim."

"I know you have to learn one of these days, and I will never let you drown by my side." He took a few steps toward her, his touch electrifying as he touched her chin and then turned her face towards his.

He slowly leaned in, and her eyes subconsciously closed. Then their lips touched, it was softer than he remembered.