Why did I feel like these hands had held me before?
Why was I staring so intensely into those eyes? I was going to lose my mind anytime. Why was everything happening in such strange ways?
My breath came back, but no words were able to form on my lips as I took a step backward to try to free myself from his hold. I was trembling.
His fingers released my waist. He cleared his throat, "Forgive me. I didn't mean to..."
"No... don't apologize... please. Just go back to your seat," Looking back, everyone snapped and went back to eating, eyeing us suspiciously with stolen glances.
"Oh God! What has gotten into you today?!" Carmen glared at Juan, having witnessed the entire scene.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it. I swear," He looked down, silently cursing or regretting.
"Are you okay, my dear?" Carmen turned back to me.
"I am, Carmen. I just need to wash my hands," I said, trying to hide my embarrassment.
"Are you sure?" She asked, looking at me suspiciously.
"Yes, I am. Thank you, Carmen,"
"Alright," She nodded and tilted her head back to the table.
Turning to Juan, our gaze met. His eyes glistened with concern for a moment. We both looked at each other awkwardly, then he slowly stepped back to his chair.
I went back to my room after the eventful meal. The room was quite peaceful as the villain of my story was still stuck in the hospital.
My thoughts replayed on the events that happened recently in my life. The guy who held me on my wedding day so I didn't fall into the pool. For some reason, it felt so similar to what happened today.
How my heart felt at ease when he was just a stranger was still unknown to me. He had a different aura from everyone else I'd ever met before.
A small smile formed on my lips as I placed a hand over my chest. A faint tinge of red crept up my cheeks.
I couldn't believe I found a stranger attractive. A stranger with unknown features, just a feeling he inserted with his heroic act.
The blond-haired guy suddenly came to my mind. His green eyes. The way they shined and reflected the sunlight. He was really beautiful. And so was his face.
My mind couldn't stop thinking about him. I couldn't stop wondering if his kisses were as addictive as he looked. Or if he was as warm and soft as his touch.
And today, my confusion grew wider at the touch of Juan. The way he held my waist with his huge arms, left me with not just butterflies but the whole jungle
My body was heating up because of the desire to touch him. What was happening to me?
"What the hell is wrong with me!? "
Bad enough, these weren't the guys I was supposed to be thinking of. The reason why I kept a hope of breaking this marriage one day was supposed to be one.
Pablo.
So why was I thinking of other guys? Why did I keep trembling at the feeling of their fingers caressing my skin? Why was I having so many thoughts and images?
All these questions plagued me. The questions which my mind had clear answers and clear visions, but my heart, suddenly started understanding its language.
The strangest thing was how the three of them made me feel. With each of their touch, I felt the warmth radiating from their bodies.
Things I'd never imagined. They brought out different emotions from inside of me. They made me feel loved like no one did before.
They made me feel safe. When they looked at me, my heart felt light. I knew that these feelings were wrong. They must be wrong.
They were impossible for someone like me who had loved only one man her entire life to love or trust anyone else.
Someone rich. Someone handsome. Someone with power. It would bring too much pain as I had none of them.
There was a knock at my door. Quickening my pace to open it.
Standing in my room, my eyes immediately landed on Carmen. "Hi Carmen," I greeted softly.
She stared at me silently, "Is there something wrong?"
"We got a call from the hospital and..." She sighed, "Mr. Del Monte is causing a commotion, " I froze hearing the word. What had this man done now?
"I believe you should go and see him. He is your husband after all," She bit her lower lip in concern.
"Okay, let me prepare myself. I will be down in a minute,"
She nodded and gave me my space. I locked the door. My heart, like every time I knew I was meeting this cruel man, thudded against my chest.
I was scared.
Scared that his reaction might cause a scene. And I was scared I might break down. That he'll hurt me. I still prepared myself anyway. That was the man chosen for me as a husband.
Reaching the open front door, the car was ready, waiting for me. Carmen appeared from the kitchen with what I assumed was a couple of containers, covered in a silk cloth.
"In case he needs homemade food," she handed me two containers, "You better hurry."
"Thank you. See you later," I grabbed my handbag and headed for my vehicle.
On my way to the hospital, I tried to calm myself by taking breaths. My mind was racing, I was scared for what I was going to meet him.
My mind traced back to what happened this morning. He suddenly just changed. His aura turned darker. Colder. More intense than usual.
I could see his jaw clenching, his fists clenched tightly. His knuckles were covered in cuts.
His gaze...his gaze...I could see nothing else but pain coming my way.
When I reached my destination, I entered the building. I didn't have time to look around Because if I did, I would go back to the mansion. somewhere safer and far from him for now.
I was finally outside his room. I could see the nurse trying to reason with him. From afar, I noticed how abnormal his breathing was but again, I did something I never thought I'd see in his eyes.
Fear.
Fear and anger. Almost the same expressions from the past. Except this time, his hands and lips were slightly shaking.
what happened to him was something only he knew. I mustered up the courage and opened the door.
"Hey..."
"You're not allowed to come here," He whispered sternly while staring daggers at me with anger filling his tone.
I froze in my place. "Wha..?"
"Don't you understand? You can't be here, you're ruining my progress," His voice was filled with anger once again.
He had a change in personality within a few minutes. It confused me. But he also angered me. I didn't want to be here either.
"Our session will continue in ten minutes," The nurse Stepped outside for a bit.
"Marcus, I brought you your meal. In case you miss home food," I put the containers on the table beside him and opened them.
one of them contained caldo de pollo soup (Chicken and vegetable soup), perfect for someone who needs energy and a boost of immunity.
Even though I looked at the floor I was preparing, I still felt his glare. I took a deep breath and took the spoon, ready to feed him.
"Eat it, Marcus," I swallowed hard as if preparing for battle. This time his glare became even more intense. In a blink of an eye, he pushed the spoon away.
"Marcus!"
"Get away from this hospital!" His deep husky voice followed with his hands pushing the containers harder to the floor, the hot soup landing mercilessly on my bare thighs as my dress was mid-thigh short.
I hissed. As I touched the burn area, tears escaped my eyes, running down to my lap. I was shocked. This is exactly what I had been afraid of.
I closed my eyes and wiped away the tears. I turned around to leave the room. However, as soon as the door shut behind me, my feet stopped moving.