ALLANA,
I open my eyes and I am in the hospital. I look to the side, and there he is, sitting in the armchair, joined with me in this room.
It's strange. Most times, I always ended up alone in the hospital. My aunts and uncles would claim they were working just to avoid staying with me there. My company had always been the doctors, nurses, and families of other patients, but never someone who claimed to be my companion for real.
Why is he here? Why doesn't he stay at his own place and leave me in peace already?
He tells me I was poisoned by the housemaid and that they pumped my stomach. I'm on an IV drip and so on and so forth.
His piercing gaze bothers me and I turn to look at the wall, but he makes me face him again and slowly moves closer and kisses me.
A caring kiss, tender, loving, as if he wants to convey his love for me through it.
And despite him being quite changed in recent days, I still haven't managed and maybe never will manage to fall in love with him. And if he wants to fight for it, he'll have to do so alone.
I should have noticed that menacing look she gave me. She gave herself away right there, the wretch.
He says he fired her, that she no longer works at our place. At least this "Satan" did one good thing, right? But he should have sent her to jail since she tried to kill me.
But I will give her a well-deserved thrashing as soon as I see her anywhere. I’m certain we’ll cross paths again.
I never harmed anyone, so why are they trying to hurt me without any wrongdoing on my part?
Maybe I got in her way. I noticed her looking at him, indicating that he must be highly sought after.
But I'll leave him for those who are hungrier. I just want to get out of this marriage, by any means necessary. I won't be tied to him.
I spend the day there. In the afternoon, he writes that I'm being discharged.
He helps me change. My body is still a bit sore, so we move slowly towards the exit.
Carefully, he places me in the car and sits beside me, holding my hand.
He’s starting to stick to me like glue, isn't it clear? How he changed so suddenly? Poor him if he's fallen in love; he's in for humiliation. I’ll run far away from him.
We arrive home, and he assists me up the stairs. I look around and see only the lady I saved in the pool and another girl I hadn't yet met, the so-called Maria, isn’t there.
A pity, because she would have tasted the poison until her "cool" puckered.
We reach the room, and he begins to undress me.
"What are you doing?" I try to stop him from removing my clothes, but he points to the bathroom, which makes me realize there must be something there, or is it for a bath? – "I can bathe myself, is that what you mean?"
He nods yes, but puts a hand over his heart.
After he undresses me completely, he leads me to the bathroom and fills the bathtub. He places me inside and sits on the rim with his feet outside.
All this tenderness he's showing me, I only experienced with my parents. It's beginning to affect me. He's being so gentle.
"Allana, don’t make things up. You have to escape this monster’s clutches."
My subconscious speaks loudly in my head, and I close my eyes, turning my face away.
He washes me as if I were a child. His touches on my body while soaping me are not invasive; they are entirely innocent.
After he's finished, he helps me up and wraps me in a towel. He seats me on the bed and dresses me.
But the worst part is when he takes the brush to comb my hair, which makes me remember my mother.
With tear-filled eyes, I hold his hand, he only smiles at me, and continues to comb my hair.
I close my eyes, and memories of my mother flood my mind.
Oh, mom, why did you leave so soon, leaving me behind so young.
He finishes and grips my hand, laying me down facing him, and gently strokes my face with his fingertips, then moves up to my head, and with all this affection, I fall asleep.
I open my eyes and see it's already deep into the night. I get up and he isn't in the room, but on the chair is a dress and an envelope.
I get up and take the dress. It's beautiful, perfect.
I pick up the envelope and there's a note.
-- I want to do this the right way\, starting from the beginning. Dinner with me tonight? I'll wait for you by the pool. Don't be late.
His "Don't be late" sounds like a warning to me.
I remove the nightgown he put on me, wear lingerie, and put on the dress.
I slip on shoes and tie my hair into a ponytail, leaving my bangs loose.
A light touch of makeup and one of the perfumes he gave me used.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I like what I see. I could even fall in love with myself.
Descending the stairs, I already see a trail of roses leading to the leisure area.
I follow the path, and near the pool is a table with two chairs, sheltered above.
I’m enchanted; everything is so romantic.
I feel him touch my hand, and as I look back, he's smiling at me. Such a beautiful smile, I return it with the same intensity.
Hand in hand, we proceed to the table. He pulls the chair out for me, and I sit. He walks around and sits in front of me.
He raises his hand, and two men bring us our meal.
"Why are you doing this? Why are you different now?"
He takes my hand and kisses it, and offers me a smile.
"If you're doing this so I... I... sleep with you, the answer is no, but I know you'll force it anyway."
The smile on his face fades, replaced by a sad look.
Ahh, he's doing all this just to sleep with me. I knew it.
He takes a notepad, writes and shows it to me.
-- I will not force you to do anything more. I am doing what I should have done with you\, but I promise not to swap you anymore without your consent.
"Then let me go, give me the divorce."
He shakes his head no, and writes on the paper.
-- You can ask me anything\, except to give you a divorce or let you go. I need you\, and I can't let you go.
Needs me? I already know what he needs.
To have a woman in his bed whenever he wishes. This talk of love and romance doesn't convince me.
We finish dinner, and he takes my hand to rise, leading to the room. Didn't I say he only wanted to sleep together?
But he comes and embraces me, takes my hand, and starts to sway side to side as if we were dancing to romantic music.
Looking into his eyes, all I see is tenderness. Where is the man who was here a while ago? What have they done to him?
He leans over and kisses me, and I accept the kiss, a tranquil one, full of feelings, caring... tenderness.
I think I've bitten my tongue because I think I'm already falling in love with him, and I don't know if it's going to work out or not. Let's see what happens.
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