My Convicted Wife is My Mate (Bella and Kane) novel Chapter 12

chapter 11-2
BELLA’S POV

I looked at Kane in shock. He had just come in.

He wore just a plain black shirt that fit his broad shoulders too well and dark jeans that had seen better days. His clothes were worn out in a way.

His hair was a little too long. Some strands fell over his forehead, hiding part of his face.

But even in that simple form, he looked… breathtaking.

There was something about him - something dangerously beautiful. He had that kind of beauty that didn’t fade even in shadows.

I caught myself staring.

Was he really an exiled rogue? What could someone like him have done to deserve exile?

He looked up and met my eyes. Those intense eyes of his made my heart skip a beat.

“I’m back,” he said.

I blinked, pulling myself together. “I thought… I thought you were gone.”

Kane raised a brow. “Gone?”

“I mean, I came back and you weren’t here. I thought maybe you-”

“-left?” he finished

I nodded.

“I went out to get something,” he said, stepping closer. Then, from behind his back, he held out a small brown bag. “Here.”

I took it. Our fingers brushed as I did. It was the smallest touch, but warmth spread up my arm like fire. I turned quickly, pretending to focus on the bag. There was bread in it.

“You got bread?” I said softly, surprised.

“You haven’t eaten,” he replied dryly.

I placed the bag on the table.

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