As I took a peep into Mr Dean's dimly lit room, I was confronted by him lying sprawled on the expansive king-size couch, his tousled red hair cascading lazily over his closed eyes. The bed beside him remained untouched, a silent witness to his preference for the oversized comfort of the couch. A multitude of files, meticulously stacked on the nearby table, created an organized chaos in the room.
I observed him, noting the subtle details of his features as he slept. His angular face, usually marked by intensity, now softened in slumber. The flickering light cast shadows on his sharp jawline and prominent cheekbones. His red hair, a vibrant contrast to the muted tones of the room, hung loosely, creating a curtain over his eyes.
"Are you planning to make a painting of me?" he suddenly stirred, and I instinctively took a few steps backward. His dull and gray eyes opened, As I took a peep into Mr Dean's dimly lit room, I was confronted by him lying sprawled on the expansive king-size couch, his tousled red hair cascading lazily over his closed eyes. The bed beside him remained untouched, a silent witness to his preference for the oversized comfort of the couch. A multitude of files, meticulously stacked on the nearby table, created an organized chaos in the room.
I observed him, noting the subtle details of his features as he slept. His angular face, usually marked by intensity, now softened in slumber. The flickering light cast shadows on his sharp jawline and prominent cheekbones. His red hair, a vibrant contrast to the muted tones of the room, hung loosely, creating a curtain over his eyes.
"Are you planning to make a painting of me?" he suddenly stirred, and I instinctively took a few steps backward. His dull and gray eyes opened, catching me off guard. The once sharp gaze, surrounded by dark circles betraying his sleepless nights, now fixed upon me. Making the room transform into an arena of tension, as if the very air had thickened with an unspoken weight.
He suddenly ran his hand through his hair and he sat up straight letting out a soft sigh "How are you doing,are you hurting?" He asked and I shaked my head
"That's good. Do you need something?" He raised an eyebrow this time around and I responded with another nod but seems my stomach was more impatient as it let out an uncourteous groan
"I see,let's get you something to eat then" he stood leading the way downstairs while I humbly followed him from behind.
As I stood on the sidelines with my hands still wrapped in a gauze bandage,I watched as Mr. Dean effortlessly maneuvered through the kitchen. His movements were a symphony of precision and grace, each action deliberate and purposeful.
In the warm glow of the kitchen lights, Mr. Dean's figure seemed almost ethereal, like a god immersed in the act of creation. His hands, skilled and confident, danced across the ingredients, turning the simple dish into a masterpiece. His focused expression betrayed a deep connection to the culinary process, and the aroma of spices filled the air, adding to the sensory spectacle.
I found myself at a loss for words, captivated by the scene unfolding before me. Mr. Dean, with an air of divine mastery, transformed the kitchen into his sacred space, blending ingredients with an artistry that transcended the mundane. As I observed him, I couldn't help but feel as though I were witnessing a deity at play with his creations.
Was he really so good at everything he does?
"Have your dish and go to bed"he said as he placed the plate filled with creativity before me and I was sincerely pleased with it but wasn't he forgetting something?
"What do you want this time around?" He questioned as both our eyes locked and I stretched my hands that were tightly wrapped to the tips before him just to receive a chuckle from him
"My apologies madam,I totally forgot I'd have to feed you, except that do you want anything else like helping you shower or using the rest room" he sarcastically said with a raised eyebrow and I quickly objected
Just feeding me was enough...at least for now.
"So would you open your mouth or should I beg you to?" He brought a spoon full of food close to my mouth which I didn't spare a second,and in a matter of minutes the entire plate was empty.
"Do you want a refill ? I wouldn't want you coming to wake me up in the night because you're hungry" he said coldly
"No" I said and he glanced at me "Good night then,I hope I don't repeat this tomorrow and wish you quick recovery" he placed the dishes in the sink before exiting the kitchen.
I was now left to deal with the uncontrollable silence and stares from the dishes,as I stood to my feet to exit the kitchen I suddenly remembered a glimpse of the previous night. I looked around the kitchen and everything looked fine. Suddenly they were engulfed with flames startling me.
With trembling feets,I rushed out of the kitchen making my way towards my room to find the doors of my room framed in flames ``Carmela" I heard someone call my name and turned to find no one around. Fear suddenly dug deep down my stomach and peaked out its branches in my heart. Not wasting time I took to my heels, running for my dear life as I made my way towards Mr Dean's room and gladly was left wide open. Trying to stabilize myself a bit,I stopped running and walked hastily into the room trying to pretend as if nothing happened but As I took a peep into Mr Dean's dimly lit room, I was confronted by him lying sprawled on the expansive king-size couch, his tousled red hair cascading lazily over his closed eyes. The bed beside him remained untouched, a silent witness to his preference for the oversized comfort of the couch. A multitude of files, meticulously stacked on the nearby table, created an organized chaos in the room.
I observed him, noting the subtle details of his features as he slept. His angular face, usually marked by intensity, now softened in slumber. The flickering light cast shadows on his sharp jawline and prominent cheekbones. His red hair, a vibrant contrast to the muted tones of the room, hung loosely, creating a curtain over his eyes.
"Are you planning to make a painting of me?" he suddenly stirred, and I instinctively took a few steps backward. His dull and gray eyes opened, catching me off guard. The once sharp gaze, surrounded by dark circles betraying his sleepless nights, now fixed upon me. Making the room transform into an arena of tension, as if the very air had thickened with an unspoken weight.
He suddenly ran his hand through his hair and he sat up straight letting out a soft sigh "How are you doing,are you hurting?" He asked and I shaked my head
"That's good. Do you need something?" He raised an eyebrow and I while responded with a nod but seems my stomach was more impatient as it let out and uncourteous groan
"I see,let's get you something to eat then" he stood leading the way downstairs while I humbly followed him from behind.
As I stood on the sidelines with my hands still wrapped in a gauze bandage,I watched as Mr. Dean effortlessly maneuvered through the kitchen. His movements were a symphony of precision and grace, each action deliberate and purposeful.
In the warm glow of the kitchen lights, Mr. Dean's figure seemed almost ethereal, like a god immersed in the act of creation. His hands, skilled and confident, danced across the ingredients, turning the simple dish into a masterpiece. His focused expression betrayed a deep connection to the culinary process, and the aroma of spices filled the air, adding to the sensory spectacle.
I found myself at a loss for words, captivated by the scene unfolding before me. Mr. Dean, with an air of divine mastery, transformed the kitchen into his sacred space, blending ingredients with an artistry that transcended the mundane. As I observed him, I couldn't help but feel as though I were witnessing a deity at play with his creations.
Was he really so good at everything he does?
"Have your dish and go to bed"he said as he placed the plate filled with creativity before me and I was sincerely pleased with it but wasn't he forgetting something?
"What do you want?" He questioned as both our eyes locked and I stretched my hands that were tightly wrapped to the tips before him just to receive a chuckle from him
"My apologies madam,I totally forgot I'd have to feed you, except that do you want anything else like helping you shower or using the restore" he raised an eyebrow and I quickly objected
Just feeding me was enough, at least for now.
"So would you open your mouth or should I beg you to?" He brought a spoon full of food close to my mouth which I didn't spare a second,and in a matter of minutes the entire plate was empty.
"Should I refill the plate? I wouldn't want you coming to wake me up in the night because you're hungry" he said coldly
"No"I said and he glanced at me" good night then,I hope I don't repeat this tomorrow and wish you quick recovery" he placed the dishes in the sink before exiting the kitchen.
I was now left to deal with the uncontrollable silence and stares from the dishes,as I stood to my feet to exit the kitchen I suddenly remembered a glimpse of the previous night. I looked around the kitchen and everything looked fine. Suddenly they were engulfed with flames startling me.
With trembling feets,I rushed out of the kitchen making my way towards my room to find the doors of my room framed in flames ``Carmela" I heard someone call my name and turned to find no one around. Fear suddenly dug deep down my stomach and peaked out its branches in my heart. Not wasting time I took to my heels, running for my dear life as I made my way towards Mr Dean's room and gladly was left wide open. Trying to stabilize myself a bit,I stopped running and walked hastily into the room trying to pretend as if nothing happened but it seems my discomposure gave it all out.
"Are you okay?" He asked but I kept staring at my feet feeling my heart race even faster and the voices getting closer
"Carmela!" I heard him call and looked up to him with tears filled eyes "F…fire" I managed to say pointing towards the door.
...
I looked at the young lady standing before me and the direction she was pointing at to find nothing behind her. Her hair was all over her face and she looked very unsettled .She looked like she was being chased as she continuously stared at the door and back at me with tears filled eyes.
Is this what they call a trauma after an accident?
"Come over" I waved at her and in no time she was already standing close to me,I tapped the space beside me on the bed which she quickly occupied while still staring behind her. Letting out a sigh I pulled her into my arms while patting her gently on the back
"It's okay, you're safe" I said. I could feel her slowly calming down,and she suddenly wrapped her hands around me and from the looks of things I doubt she was going to let go.
It was more as if she was clinging unto me for her dear life.. reminding me of the experience I had trying to take care of Xavier and Luna.
'Seems I have a new baby to tender to'
..
"I've done as you asked, what's next?" Xavier questioned dropping his phone on the table but got no response from Luna who practically dragged them out of the house a few hours ago and brought them to a hotel for a reason best known to her.
"Luna are you sure what you're doing is right I mean what if Nix finds out"
"Then tell him I planned and did everything alone" she said coldly to Ken's question and both gentlemen seated before her suddenly exchanged glances,feeling uneasy about the whole thing,ken suddenly spoke up
"Making us stay away from home isn't really an issue,but making them stay at home, all alone,with neither a maid or butler don't you think it's too much?"
"I feel deep down in my heart that the Lord has something for the both of them..and since he said he has no relationship with her ..let's give them space so they can form one,and then he can stop making excuses" Luna sighed still engulfed with her laptop
"Do you really care about Carmela that much? And isn't a week too short to form one I mean.."
"Yes I care about her that much, and three days is enough to form one with her because I believe the Lord is deeply involved in this and she has a very loveable and sweet personality.. but instead I'm giving that cold hearted brother of yours a week so he better makes good use of it"
Xavier and Ken took one glance at Luna and then themselves. She has always been the most religious one among the three of them and the most unpredictable one.
They didn't know what she was up to but they were sure Nix was going to grill the living daylight out of them if he find out they gave the workers a week's leave without his consent
"Make sure to handle the office work properly for the next seven days I don't want him to go anywhere near that placing leaving Carmela alone" she finally took her eyes off her laptop screen "..and you, make sure he's unable to get through to butler adams unless you might have a nice trip to heaven if he finds out"
"What about you, what are you going to do?" Xavier questioned feeling the responsibility given to him was getting out of hand
"As for me,I have the most important job out of the three of us, preparing a perfect gift,good enough for Nix Dean..my dear brother"she smirked and went back to her laptop leaving the duo before her in total confusion and hell's gate.
"Like father like daughter" Xavier whispered to Ken who wasn't still use to the psychopathic and weird behavior of the only girl between the too Dean brothers
'She is surely the female version of her brother' he thought to himself pouring himself a glass of champagne.