"Here drink this you should be exhausted from crying!" Liam said indefferntly. His gaze on her made her breathless, she could see his reflection through the mirror in front of her and the way he stared at her making her heart skip even more. She forgot her pain for few minutes to admire his godlike features, his black hair was deshealved with little water dripping down to his white shirt, his sweet fresh scent of vanilla, lavender and lemon, filled the room.
She gulped softly at this.
She took the water from him and drank it slowly but choked cause of the eyes glaring at her. Liam patted her back softly "Drink slowly!" He said, his touch made her shiver and her face became red, "Do you feel sick?" Liam asked warmly but that wormth never got to his face. "Just a throbbing head!" Said Elsa calmly, "How bad is it?" Said Liam sedately. "It's really not that bad!" Elsa replied.
"I'm so sorry you're going through this, it's okay to feel however you want to feel during this time but I want you to know I'm here for you okay?" His deep voice echoed in her ears and she nodded.
"If you need anything or have any problem don't forget to tell me. Here's your personal card to get whatever you want!" He brought a black card out of his pocket and dropped it on her dressing table. "Take your bath and come downstairs for dinner!" He added and got up to leave
"Master Liam!" Her sweet vioce rang in his ears and he met her gaze "It's Liam, call me Liam" He frowned, and the young girl bent her head shyly not meeting his gaze, "Thank you" her words were so sincere flattering his heart, and the livid face was gone in seconds
"Hmm!" He nodded and walked out.
How'd it go?" Liam was greeted by curious Greg the moment he opened the door, he closed the door softly. "As rehearsed!" He said indeffrently. Greg knew that face very well, Liam was good at everything except loving a woman cause he doesn't know how it feels to love someone anymore.
When the maids were unable to stop Elsa from crying, Liam called Greg over. Greg made him rehearse some comforting words in the shower.
"Liam don't tell me you scared her!" Said Greg worriedly but he got no reply from the Liam as they both got into his private lounge. Greg was reverenced when he got in, infact from the first day he got into this mansion he has been in awe. He looked at the sprawling wood paneled lounge with gleaming floor to ceiling in elegant white marble, all dressed in museum _worthy antiques. A grand piano was at the side of the lounge, along with a bar filled with varieties of expensive drinks. The fire place was exquisite, but it looked so clean without woods, cause Liam hasn't been around for years now to use it.
Liam picked two glasses and an 'Isabella Islay whisky' "You want to get me drunk?" Said Greg with narrowed eyes "just a shot to cool the nerves, beside if you get drunk, you're in my house!" Liam said unhurriedly as he poured the liquid into the two glasses.