Ryan Pov….
I watched her, captivated by the realization that she was afraid. Her eyes darted to the floor, like a mouse being chased by a hungry cat. The fear was palpable in the room, and I could almost feel the tension in her body as she struggled to stay calm.
"You're the one?" I stammered, reaching out to her. She stood pale and shaky, her eyes fixed on me with a look that demanded an explanation. She was emotionless, but there was an intensity in her gaze that shook me to my core.
She was the last person I expected to see. I didn't know if she would save me or destroy me, but I knew I couldn't let her know how I felt. The best way to hide my feelings was to avoid her at all costs. She thought I was indifferent to her, but from now on I would be twice as distant. With a steely gaze, I pulled my hands away from her trembling shoulders and stepped back.
"Just go, Oliver," I said, my voice cold and distant. I didn't want to answer the thousand questions swirling in her mind. I watched her give me a quick, sorrowful glance, then she bowed her head and left the room. The silence that followed was deafening, and I felt a weight lift from my shoulders. Now I could finally think clearly.
I never imagined I would be in this situation. Now I was trapped in a house with a woman who could either kill me or set me free, and I had no idea what she would do once she learned the truth about me. My thoughts raced as I tried to figure out a way out of this mess, but the more I thought about it, the more hopeless it all seemed. I felt like I was spiraling out of control, and I didn't know how to stop it.
As I drifted off to sleep, a storm of questions swirled in my mind, keeping me awake. I tossed and turned, my thoughts racing, as I tried to make sense of everything that had happened. I felt like I was on a roller coaster, hurtling towards an unknown destination, with no idea how to get off. I finally gave in to exhaustion and closed my eyes, but the questions continued to plague me even in my dreams.
Oliver pov…
I forced my heavy legs to carry me to the room of the maid who had saved me from embarrassment earlier. I rapped on the door, hoping she would answer quickly. My heart was pounding in my chest as I waited for her to open the door.
"Come in!" Her voice was gentle and inviting, and I couldn't resist her offer. I opened the door and stepped into the cozy room. She looked at me with concern in her eyes, and I knew she could sense something was wrong.
"Are you okay?" she asked, and for a moment, I was at a loss for words. I stood there, my mind racing, trying to find the right words to explain what I was feeling.
"I'm okay, I just need a little rest and something to eat," I said weakly, my voice barely a whisper. I sank down onto the soft bed, my body suddenly feeling heavy and exhausted. I could feel my stomach rumbling with hunger, and I knew I needed to eat something soon. I looked up at the maid, hoping she would understand. "I'm starving," I added, trying to muster a smile.
"What would you like to eat?" she asked, her voice calm and reassuring.
"Spring rolls and Coca-Cola, please," I replied, my voice still weak. I sank back onto the pillow, exhausted from the events of the day. I could hear her footsteps as she left the room, and I closed my eyes, hoping to get some much-needed rest.
As the door clicked shut behind her, I was left alone with my thoughts. My mind replayed the events of the last few minutes, and I couldn't help but wonder what had just happened. The fear in his eyes had been unmistakable, and his questioning had been so strange. Why was he so bothered by me touching the box? It was all so fishy, and I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this than met the eye.
I tried to relax, but my mind was racing, trying to piece together the puzzle. What was he hiding? Why was he so afraid?
"Here's your order," Molly said, gently setting the tray of snacks next to me as she shut the door. She returned to her desk, which was where she had been when I first entered the room.
"Thanks," I mumbled, my voice weak and shaky. I forced myself to sit up, my body aching and my mind racing.
"You're going to be okay," she said reassuringly, her sweet smile warming my heart. "I'm sure you'll feel much better after you've eaten."
I nodded, still feeling uncertain but appreciating her kindness. Her smile seemed so genuine, and I found myself wanting to trust her.
With a sigh of resignation, I turned to the snack tray and grabbed a spring roll. I bit into it, savoring the combination of crisp dough and spicy filling. As I chewed, the taste exploded in my mouth, and I could feel the spices running down my chin. I grabbed a napkin and wiped my face, but the flavor lingered. I picked up my drink and took a sip, the sweet, fizzy liquid cutting through the heat of the spices. "This is amazing," I muttered, unable to hide my delight. I hoped the food would never end, that I could stay here in this moment forever.
"Please, take as much as you need. I know this must be a difficult time for you, and I want to make sure you're comfortable," she said in a soothing tone. Her words were kind, and I felt a rush of gratitude. I nodded again, taking another sip of my drink.
"I feel much better," I said, relief washing over me. "If I need anything else, I'll be sure to let you know. And I really do appreciate all you've done. It means a lot to me." I leaned back in my chair, savoring the cool breeze from the air conditioner as it dried the sweat on my skin.
""Do you ever have any challenges with your husband?" she asked, her words piercing the silence. I looked up at her, unsure of how to respond. I wasn't used to opening up to people, especially strangers. But something about her made me feel safe, and I knew that now was the time to be honest. I took a deep breath, bracing myself for what I was about to say.
I returned her gaze, my eyes searching for the right words to describe the turmoil I felt. "I think he's determined to make my life miserable," I said, the anger and frustration rising up inside me.
"It's like he hates me for no reason at all, and I can't stand being around him anymore. Can you believe he was grilling me with questions earlier today? It was like an interrogation!" I ranted, my words coming out in a rush. But something about her expression made me pause, and I saw the concern in her eyes.
"What was he asking you? What happened?" Her voice was sharp, demanding an answer. But I was suddenly calm, ready to finally tell someone the truth.
"Do you think he's hiding something?" I asked, my voice thick with curiosity.
"I don't know, Oliver, but is there anything you've noticed that's different about him?" She scooted closer and took my hand, her touch reassuring.
"I want you to know that you can trust me, and that anything you tell me will stay between us," I said, my eyes fixed on hers.
"You have my word, Oliver. You can trust me. Tell me what's going on." Her voice was full of concern, and I felt myself relax a little bit. But as I opened my mouth to speak, I suddenly felt a strange force holding my tongue. It was as if I was being physically prevented from speaking. I'd never experienced anything like it before, and a wave of panic washed over me.
"What is it, Oliver? You were about to say something, but then you just stopped. Are you okay?" she asked, her brow furrowed with worry.
"I need to clear my head. I don't want to talk about this right now," I said, getting to my feet and heading for the door. I could feel the weight of her gaze on me, but I didn't turn around. I just needed to get out of there, to figure out what was going on. I had a feeling that something strange was happening, and I needed to figure it out before it was too late.