Those beautiful eyes blinked slowly, feeling the soft sensation of the cotton blanket that was currently covering her body warmly. She felt the very comfortable blankets and sheets underneath. At one glance, Avery was very sure that she was not in the hospital right now as she had imagined two minutes ago. Before she decided to open her eyes, she had two cursed thoughts in his head. At first she thought that she was drunk and someone took her home to warm the bed while she was passed out. Then her second thought, someone had taken her to the hospital because before she fell due to the influence of alcohol and a tremendous sensation of sleepiness, she fell on the asphalt.
With an incident like that, it was clear that someone who found her would think that she had a certain disease and accidentally passed out in the middle of a lonely city-to-city road with a large suitcase in her hand. So that person would have taken her straight to the hospital, hoping to be free from accusations of assault or a hit and run. But after she opened her eyes, neither of her two lines of thought proved real. Currently she is not in a bed of a man without clothes. Behind the super comfortable blanket that covered her body, she could still feel the clothes that completely wrapped her beautiful body. She's still wearing the blouse and silk pants... oh my!
Avery immediately pushed aside the thick, fluffy white blanket and examined her own clothes. An expensive pajama made of silk and very modest style was wrapping her slender body beautifully. At first glance Avery looked horror. Whoever helps her, that person has been very kind for not touching her even though that person has stripped her to change clothes. But Avery then chose to think of things that made more sense, such as the possibility that the person had not done it himself. There was a maid who took off her clothes that were soaked in sweat and smelled of the sun to replace them with a silk short-sleeved pajama. Yeah! She will only think about it in her head so that she doesn't panic even more with her current condition.
After researching if there weren't any serious problems with her body, Avery tried to look further into every corner of the spacious room that looked amazing to her eyes. It has a very high roof with classic brass garnishes along the lines of the walls that surround this room. Then in the corner of the room, Avery could see a dark brown door next to another door with a sliding door model. In her heart Avery suspected that the brown door was a bathroom, while the sliding door next to it was a closet filled with the owner's expensive clothes.
Regardless, Avery firmly believed this room didn't belong to an ordinary person. At least that person has to be the leader of a company, a top celebrity, or an heir to a millionaire. It felt like Avery was going crazy thinking about the various possibilities regarding his savior. Feeling thirsty and not wanting to think about all the strange possibilities in her head, Avery turned her head towards the nightstand that was standing right beside her bed. Earlier, she caught a glimpse of the tray of food and drink served there. And when she turned her head now, she could see a plate of bread whose surface had been dry from too long left in the open air, then next to her she saw a glass of water that looked so lucrative for her very dry throat. It had been hours since she had last sipped her drink, and now she was about to wet her struggling throat with a few sips of water from that tall clear glass.
"Oh, my God!"
As Avery grabbed the glass and was about to bring it to her lips, her hands suddenly froze. A photo displayed in a medium-sized frame managed to vibrate all the muscles in her body. In the photo Avery saw a woman with a face that looked very much like her smiling softly at the camera. From any point of view, Avery felt that the woman resembled him. With a bright green sleeveless shirt that managed to show the sturdiness of her collarbones, the woman looked very charming. It's just that what makes Avery sure that the woman is not her is because she feels she has never taken a photo in such a graceful pose. She didn't even remember having a dress like that. So in the end Avery decided to forget about the photo for a moment and fill her throat with refreshing water that ran out in one gulp.
This is the first time that Avery feels very grateful with a glass of water that she usually ignores at home. And as if she was not satisfied with a glass of water, now her stomach was struggling for food. Three sandwiches with skin that looked crispy because they had been in contact with air for too long didn't seem to be the slightest problem for Avery's struggling stomach for filling. It wasn't good for Avery to think if she didn't eat what her kind host had prepared for her. Even though it was dry and a little hard, Avery enjoyed every bite gratefully. The savory mayonnaise combined with the sourness of the tomato sauce made Avery groan with every bite she took. Especially with boiled eggs and bacon so indulgent to the tongue, the sandwich really tasted amazing for Avery's hungry stomach.
In just ten minutes, Avery had finished the two sandwiches his host had prepared for her. And now the one sandwich left on the plate was honestly also calling Avery to eat it, only her common sense won. She left one sandwich on the plate to leave the impression of a good woman who is not greedy. What would happen if the host found the bread plate empty, he would have immediately thought that Avery was a greedy woman.
Fed up with two of these amazing sandwiches, Avery felt like she had nothing to do. Currently the clock is still showing two in the morning. There were still a few hours before morning approached and before she met her savior. "Hoaammm…" Avery gave a big yawn with watery, sleepy eyes. A few more hours of sleep doesn't seem a problem, Avery thought lightly. She then pulled the super soft blanket up to her chin and curled back up comfortably under the blanket. Slowly her eyes closed and she immediately sank into a beautiful dream world with a great feeling of comfort because of a full stomach.
Someone behind the slightly open door smiled a little at the sight of his beautiful guest who was now sleeping again. To be honest he had accidentally caught his guest awake a few minutes ago. But he felt that it was not time to appear in front of her and only dared to peek at her through the door that he did not close tightly after Ricky, his best friend who works as a doctor, came five hours ago to check on the condition of his beautiful guest. "Sweet dreams, Avery."
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Laiv could not close his eyes at all. Not with a woman sleeping in the guest room of the mansion. Anxiously, Laiv rubbed his face and reached for the cup filled with coffee on his table roughly. Yet according to the doctor in charge, he should take as much time as possible to rest. Apart from being no longer young, Fifty-three years old, he had also just gotten a leg fracture due to carelessness. So he should take as much rest time as possible and not burden his own mind with the image of her beautiful face. But no matter how much he tried, he could not in the slightest enter into the realm of his pleasant dreams. In fact, he continues to wake up every time he tries to close his eyes to rest. Finally he chose to wake up while enjoying coffee in his den. After all this week he had not touched his job.
A small accident that broke his old bone because he was already brittle with age. For a long time he did not get the touch of women. His wife died about twenty years ago giving birth to their first child. And unfortunately, their beautiful first child also followed his beautiful wife after two hours of doctors trying to remove the amniotic fluid that had entered her beautiful baby's lungs and caused the baby to not breathe. Really it was the most painful past that made Laiv finally lost all hope in this life. Even when doctors convicted him of heart disease five years ago, he didn't feel that he cared about it at all. For him there was nothing else for him to strive for in this world. All his reasons for living are gone. Now he is just waiting to be with his family up there. But all those desperate thoughts immediately changed after he saw the beautiful face of the woman who was hit by Dorris this evening.
The first time he saw the peaceful face of this woman, he immediately thought of his late wife, who had a face similar to her, Avery Sherlone. Earlier on purpose he opened the woman's wallet to find out her identity. From a piece of identification card tucked into the expensive branded wallet, Laiv knew that the woman was named Avery Sherlone and was twenty-six years old. A fairly young age for a famous model from Chicago. Laiv knows this from a business card that lists Avery's complete profession, telephone numbers that can be contacted for business matters, email addresses, and other important things related to work on the catwalk. Imagining Avery's beautiful face, Laiv couldn't help smiling because he was tempted by Avery's face that reminded him of Sarah, his late wife. Even though he and Avery were very far apart, he would admit it now if he had fallen in love with that elegant young woman.
Tired of the stupidity he did while imagining Avery, Laiv decided to return to his room. It was almost two in the morning, and he had to rest in his room so that tomorrow he could do a good job. His employees must be cheering with joy at his one week absence from the office as he has to recover from a leg injury. But fortunately he got a miracle from God. During this one week he was literally just staying in the hospital, following whatever advice his personal doctor gave him, and it all proved to be able to help him recover quickly. He didn't even need to go home with the bandage from his leg because now the crack in his leg was healed. Even so the doctor did not recommend using that leg to do heavy things. Like walking too far and going up and down stairs frequently. But he couldn't help but go upstairs and see that beautiful woman in the guest room of his mansion. Laiv thinks he will be able to sleep soundly if before closing his eyes, he takes the time to look at the beautiful woman one more time. Really this pounding in his heart is not a joke. He fell in love again after more than twenty years had passed with nothing.
Behind the small gap that he left a little before leaving the room with Ricky, Laiv could see Avery had woken up from her bed. With a panicked face, Laiv saw the woman checking her body several times, then shook her head to herself for something she was thinking about inside her beautiful head. Then with a graceful movement, the woman looked at every corner of her room with a radiance that was completely unthinkable. Laiv was honored to see the real admiration that Avery showed for every effort he put into building this mansion.
All the designs that are beautifully embedded in every room are the fruit of his complex thoughts. It could be said that he was a thinker who at that time did not want to own a house with a simple design that was owned by millions of people living in LA. Finally, he forced his brain to arrange every design he wanted from this house to create a mansion with his style.
Over the years this mansion has felt cold because it has never been touched by the warmth of a woman, not even the laughter of children. There were only five servants living there as his personal kitchen cook, gardener and driver. Really sometimes he felt bored seeing only those people in his house. He even often feels reluctant to go home because obviously no one is expecting him to be home. Every day for twenty years, Laiv only spent time at home sleeping and eating from foods that Laiv memorized very well. Because he had heart disease, the cook was very careful about giving him food. He only eats healthy foods like mayonnaise salad on Mondays, lean meat that tastes very boring, then drinks coffee. The same thing happened on Tuesday, the cook only slightly changed the menu of mayonnaise salad with fruit salad drizzled with sour yogurt. Such things continued during Laiv's twenty bored years. Sometimes he even thinks that one day he will die sitting in his den, resting his chin after contemplating his bland life.
The flickering of the sleep light that Avery had just turned off broke Laiv's dream suddenly. With eyes framed by glasses, Laiv stared at Avery's movements, who was pulling the thick blanket up to her chin. That woman is really classic, Laiv thought in awe. Now he thinks all women have tacky tastes and bars. They prefer to sleep without modesty and wrap themselves in a blanket so that the next day they will not be embarrassed when found waking up in an inappropriate pose. But when she saw Avery, her gaze on the tacky bar-woman started to erode. It turns out that in this world there are still women like Avery. A woman who exudes classic beauty with graceful movements who managed to steal Laiv's attention.