Episode 8

Nicol closed her eyes tightly, anticipating the blow, as Scott admired the angelic face of the girl. She slowly opened her eyes, feeling Scott's strong grip, and was left speechless having him so close, as he was a remarkably beautiful man. He regained his composure and she moved away slightly.

"Thank you very much, sir," she hurriedly said, filled with nerves, and stopped looking at him.

"Husband, that's what I am, so I suggest you behave well with me. Now serve dinner and I hope it's not cold because I become furious when I'm served cold food," said Scott, as he was very perfectionist and demanding.

She swallowed hard. "I just finished it, h-husband."

"What are you doing standing there? Hurry up!" She reacted and walked towards the kitchen.

Upon seeing Capuchino, she gestured for him to remain silent, as she still did not know Scott Hamilton's intentions. The poor girl was extremely nervous. The plate she grabbed to serve Scott fell, alerting him, and then she thought about how foolish she was.

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed, getting down to quickly pick everything up.

Scott sighed and walked into the kitchen, watching her on the floor picking up the pieces of the plate. "What's happening now?" Scott's voice made her startle.

She quickly stood up. "I'm sorry, it's just that I-I..."

"Just leave it there and serve dinner. I'll wait for you in the dining room, and don't take too long. I hate waiting, as patience is not my forte," he said, his voice soft but very sarcastic.

Scott left her alone in the kitchen, and she looked at Capuchino. Nicol's heart was about to burst. She swallowed and couldn't help but cry, fearing that he might do something because she was a bad wife. She hurriedly served the food and approached the table, her hands trembling. She placed the food and Scott observed.

"The cutlery?" he asked, and she replied, "Yes, I'm sorry." She went back to the kitchen for the cutlery and almost forgot the juice. Nicol returned to the table and as she looked at Scott, she handed him the cutlery, waiting for him to take a bite. But he didn't.

"Aren't you going to eat?" he arrogantly asked.

She sat down and sighed. She started eating and could taste the food well, but what mattered most to her was whether the man sitting next to her liked it.

However, he chewed slowly and elegantly while gazing at Nicol. She was so lost in her thoughts that he noticed.

"Do you think I'm bad?" Scott's question made her uncomfortable, but she always liked to speak truthfully.

"To be honest, I don't think you're bad, but you only pretend to be," she replied, slowly raising her gaze to her now husband.

"One cannot live on appearances, girl," he replied and took a sip of juice.

She fell silent again.

"I've come because there are certain things I need to discuss with you. After dinner, we'll go to the room," he ordered, and the girl's face turned as red as a tomato, remembering what he did to her in her bedroom.

"It's just that I... I'm not ready," she said nervously.

"Does a couple go to a room solely for sex?" Scott's question made her choke on her juice. Nicol began coughing to find relief. Scott didn't take his eyes off her. He couldn't believe how innocent Nicol was.

When she could speak, she said, "I actually, I don't want to."

Those sincere words from Nicol made him angry, and he told her, "Don't worry, you're not to my liking." Nicol felt as if those words tore her apart, reminding her of what Carmen often told her: that she was ugly and no one wanted her in this world.

Nicol felt like she couldn't finish her dinner, that her heart was empty.

"Do you mind if I leave?" her voice was weak.

"Until I finish, you must not stand up" he commands, and she releases her plate.

She only stares at the remaining food, and can hear Scott making noise with his utensils. Nicol feels overwhelming sadness and tears well up in her eyes.

Scott finishes eating and says,

"You may go now, I'll be waiting in the room" he orders, standing up and leaving without saying thank you or whether the dinner was good or not.

Upon arriving in Nicol's room, Scott quickly enters the bathroom and starts coughing. He has a fit of coughing, covering his mouth with his hand, splattering it with blood.

"Damn illness!" he whispers and washes his hand.

Nicol could hear how intense his coughing was, so she thought maybe something disagreed with him from what she prepared. After picking up the broken pieces of dishes on the floor and cleaning up the mess, she approaches his room, unsure if she should knock or not, whether to enter and listen to what he has to say. She takes a deep breath and then hears his voice saying,

"Come in, I don't bite!" Scott knows she's standing by the door since her shadow can be seen under it.

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