", As Liam stepped into the bathroom, the fluorescent light above the sink flickered to life, casting an unforgiving glare over his blood-stained body. He gazed at his reflection in the mirror, his eyes filled with a mixture of pain, regret, and disgust.
The bloodstains on his clothes seemed to mock him, a grim reminder of the violence he had unleashed upon Sofia. He could still taste the metallic tang of her blood in his mouth, a bitter reminder of his own savagery.
With a growl of self-loathing, Liam tore off his blood-stained clothes, letting them fall to the floor with a soft rustle. He turned on the shower, the warm water cascading down over his body like a benediction.
As he stood under the showerhead, letting the water wash away the physical evidence of his brutality, Liam couldn't shake the feeling of disgust that had settled in the pit of his stomach. He was disgusted with himself, with his lack of control, with the violence that had erupted from him like a volcano.
The water poured down over him, a soothing balm for his battered body, but it couldn't wash away the memories of what he had done. Those would stay with him forever, a grim reminder of the monster that lurked within him.
A reminder of his own savagery.
As he stood under the warm water, Liam couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt and shame. He kept thinking about Sofia, lying unconscious on the bed, and how he had lost control and hurt her.
He washed himself quickly, trying to scrub away the physical and emotional dirt that clung to him. But no matter how hard he scrubbed, he couldn't erase the memory of Sofia's pale face, her eyes closed, her body limp.
Liam turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist. He looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes searching for answers.
What had happened to him? Why had he lost control like that? And what was going to happen to Sofia?
Liam's thoughts were interrupted by his own reflection, and he couldn't help but feel a wave of disgust wash over him. He quickly grabbed a fresh set of clothes and rushed back to Sofia's side.
Sofia still lay motionless on the bed, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. Liam's heart sank as he looked at her, feeling a deep sense of regret and guilt.
He sat down beside her, gently brushing a strand of hair out of her face. "Sofia," he whispered, his voice shaking with emotion. "I'm so sorry. Please forgive me."
But Sofia didn't stir, lost in a deep unconsciousness. Liam sat beside her, his eyes fixed on her face, his heart heavy with sorrow and regret.
his gaze lingered on Sofia's lips, which were swollen and bruised from their intense and violent kiss. He felt a pang of regret and guilt as he looked at the physical evidence of his loss of control.
His eyes traced the shape of her lips, remembering the way they had felt against his own. He recalled the way she had tasted, the way her mouth had responded to his.
But alongside those memories, Liam couldn't shake the feeling of disgust and shame. He had hurt Sofia, physically and emotionally. He had lost control and given in to his baser instincts.
Liam's gaze dropped away from Sofia's lips, unable to bear the sight of what he had done. He felt like a monster, a creature driven by his own desires and punishment without regard for the well-being of others.
As he sat there, frozen in his own guilt and regret, Liam couldn't help but wonder what the future held for him and Sofia. Would she ever be able to forgive him? Or would this be the end of their relationship?
He stood up, his movements fluid and deliberate. As he walked out of the room, his face underwent a transformation, his expression shifting from one of regret and hurt to a cold, emotionless mask.
The butler, who had been waiting anxiously outside the room, trembled with fear as Liam emerged. "Young master," he called out, his voice shaking.
Liam's voice was devoid of emotion as he gave his instructions. "Get a doctor," he said. "And make sure you change everything in Sofia's room."
The butler bowed hastily, his eyes darting nervously to Liam's face. "Yes, young master," he stammered.
As Liam walked past him, the butler couldn't help but notice the aura of coldness that surrounded him. It was as if Liam had retreated behind a mask of ice, shutting out all emotions and vulnerabilities.
The butler's eyes dropped to Liam's arm, which was still bleeding from the wound. "Young master, what about your arm?" he ventured. "You need to see a doctor."
Liam's gaze flicked to his arm, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in the sight of his own blood. For a moment, the butler thought he saw a flash of pain and hurt in Liam's eyes, but it was quickly extinguished, replaced by a cold, hard anger.
"No need," Liam said, his voice devoid of emotion. "I'll be fine."
With that, he turned and walked away, leaving the butler to wonder what had just happened, and what the consequences would be.
As Liam walked away, the butler couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. He had never seen the young master like this before, so cold and detached. It was as if Liam had shut off all his emotions, leaving only a hard, calculating shell.
The butler quickly scurried off to fulfill Liam's orders, his mind racing with thoughts of what could have triggered such a reaction. He had seen Liam and Sofia arguing earlier, but he had no idea it will escalated to this point.
As he rushed to find a doctor and arrange for Sofia's room to be cleaned, the butler couldn't shake off the feeling that something was terribly wrong. He had been loyal to the young master for many years, but he couldn't help but wonder if Liam's behavior was becoming increasingly erratic.
Meanwhile, Liam walked through the dark, empty halls of the mansion, his footsteps echoing off the walls. He felt numb, detached, as if he was observing himself from outside his body.
He couldn't shake off the memories of Sofia's past betrayals, the way she had hurt him and lied to him. The pain and anger he felt were overwhelming, threatening to consume him whole.
In a hotel room,
Julian was sitting on the edge of the bed, while Recheal walked towards him, a sly smile spreading across her face. She sat down on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Brother Ju, my sister still refused to marry you," Recheal said sweetly. "And my parents are trying really hard to persuade her, but she's too stubborn."