Precious

Emma's eyes open when she feels a cold hand on her forehead. Although the stomachache has subsided, the nauseousness is killing her. She wants to throw up but her body somehow isn't giving her support.

" You are having fever. Did I go hard on you last night?"

Vincent pecks her forehead and places the ice bag on. His voice is calm and usual.

But the moment her vision gets clear, his face appears before her eyes, last night becomes clear. It was hell. She never thought she would experience something awful no matter what.

Vincent's appearance to his tone, it was all new. As if some gangster was attacking her.

She grabs the blanket and tries to tuck under it. But Vincent grabs it without letting her do so.

" It's time for breakfast. I prepared breakfast. So don't go to sleep again!"

The tone is soft and warm. Like before. But she remains silent. She doesn't want to see that side of him. It terrifies her.

She slowly tries to sit up but -

" Ow!" She hisses in pain. H