Belleza del Silencio {English translation}

«45» Under the stars

He allows her touch, as he always does, but he doesn't want mine. Although I don't like to admit it, this sight bothers me a lot.

Why can't he just be colder with her, as he usually is with me? And why the hell can't she just leave? How much longer am I going to have to live with Kelly? 

Unable to handle the stab in my stomach any longer, I excuse myself for a moment and go to the other end of the yacht to be alone for a moment. 

Why do I even feel such bullshit?

The guy is never nice to me, kidnapped me and forced me into this marriage, told me several times how little he likes me, and yet I feel something for him, but why?

Because he is a little bit kinder to me? And it's not directly kinder, it's just more normal.

Why didn't I run away when I was allowed to go for a walk alone this morning and also the last time?

Why does he let me go out alone at all, damn it, what's wrong with him?!

Why is he suddenly so different towards me, it makes it harder for me not to fall for him...

God, I shouldn't even be thinking about that, you're just crazy, Rina! 

I gasp when suddenly two hands grab the railing to my left and right, trapping me, and it's not long before the familiar smell of wooden needles and leather hits my nose.

It's Leroy. 

"Why are you here all alone?" He murmurs in my ear and I shiver as his warm breath brushes the back of my neck. I feel the warmth of his body against my back. 

"I needed to think," I reply softly. It is partially true but I won't tell him the other part. Even though he's my husband, I still don't want him to know how I feel when Kelly gets close to him.

"About what?" He asks, leaning his head against my shoulder.

I tense involuntarily. And that's what I find so strange.

The moment is strange because we are not often close, on the one hand, I feel very comfortable and on the other uneasy. I can't explain it to myself. 

"None of your concern," I say quietly and carelessly. I widen my eyes as I realize what I've said and want to turn to him to see his reaction, but he doesn't take his head back, so I leave it at that. 

"Can I help you with that?"

I stumble. Did he really said that?

This time, I do turn to him, which he allows, but he doesn't take his hands back, so I have to lean my back against the railing.

Leroy's brows furrow as if he is also a little surprised at what he has just said, but the expression disappears just as quickly as it came.

I swallow. From this closeup, I realize once again how beautiful he is. His face is quite hard and angular, but still beautiful, especially because of his eyes and his lips. 

"I spoke to my mother on the phone today. She told me everything," I explain to him. His expression remains emotionless.

"I'm sorry about what happened, but here you have confirmation that I had no idea about any of this and that I'm not plotting with my father. The way you went about it was wrong, Leroy. You hurt me and forced me into this marriage because you thought I was a spy, but it's not true and for what have I wasted my time now? Why have I been locked up all these weeks - soon to be two months - with a man who was a stranger and who always had nothing but a hateful look for me? For nothing. Because I don't know Pablo Di Fina and I have no connection with him at all."