theo approached her, his dark eyes drinking in the sight of her. no matter how she dressed, she always managed to take his breath away. whether she was dressed to the nines as she was now, or whether she was dressed down.. she would always be the most beautiful woman in the world to him. biting his bottom lip, he then combed a hand back through his own thick dark locks, pushing them away from his face. there was something that didnât quite sit right with the male when it came to the idea of mai spending time with someone else, nor when it came to her being forced to spend time with someone who viewed her as a prize to be bought. as soon as she spoke, he felt her jab go straight to his chest. eyes moved to the ground, his head shaking slowly. âit was selfish of me to bid, i know.â theo started then took a seat beside her. âand.. keeping you from someone who may potentially be your one true love, the person you are destined to spend the rest of your life with.. that was perhaps a little selfish of me too.â he took a breath, turning to face her then. âbut.. mai.. i- i care about you. i care about you too much to stand by and watch as some rake tries to claim you as his due to the mere fact that they paid enough money to spend the night with you.â there was a slight hint of jealousy in his tone, the idea of someone else wining and dining the woman who held his heart making him feel sick to his stomach.
She had not expected to see him, after their last interaction, which was unwanted on his part, she assumed he would keep his distance. However, she was receiving mixed signals from him, and her mind was full of âwhat ifâsâ and considering if her own actions had caused such destruction to their friendship. She had tired to speak it through, with the likes of Lucas, and instead felt more confused. His conclusion had been that Theo held feelings for her, but she had not believed him. How could someone refuse to be around her, but hold feelings for her? She could not understand it. She shook her head, eyes moving to meet his, lost almost in his deep hues. She wished things were different, in fact, she wished to take his hand and reassure him that she was there for him, whatever was causing his distance. âI donât believe it is selfish -- merely confusing mostly.â She confirmed, arms folding across her chest in defence. She needed answers, after months of uncertainties, she needed to know why he was treating her this way. âIf you know me at all, it is that despite my fatherâs best efforts, I am avoiding marriage.â She sighed, huffing a little as she did. âYou are confusing me, one moment you cannot stand the sight of me, the second you are here, bidding on my basket -- you know I will be repaying you every penny.â She spoke defensively, shaking her head.