Chapter - 7

It was six o'clock in the evening and the black car was parked in front of the villa which left her nervous. Did he come back early today?

She carried the things to the kitchen and he saw her while getting out of the study room. He did not go to help her but stared at her as if he enjoyed her hard work and struggle with the items and their weight.

Sara Owen wiped her sweaty forehead from the back of her palm and turned back. Just then, her gaze fell on the man who was standing near the door of the study room.

"You came early today. I went to the supermarket. Please wait for a while, I will coo..." Till then, he had reached closer to her and looked at her deeply. She lowered her head while biting her lips. His presence was dangerous for her heart. He lit a cigarette for him and then smoked on her white face. This poor woman didn't know that he has known everything!!

"Where are your dresses and sleepers?" His question was straight and she swallowed saliva.

"I didn't buy."

"Why?"

"I..."

"You have the card. Isn't it enough?"

She closed her eyes tightly because he was throwing back-to-back questions along with the smoke.

Yohan Dixon glanced at her bare feet and frowned then turned back to flick the ash in the ashtray. She raised her eyes and looked at his strong back with fear but when he stepped near the couch, she widened her eyes after seeing the bags on the couch.

"Arrange them in your room and use them well." His cold voice came to her. When he did not get any response, he turned back and saw that she was standing in a daze with her widened eyes and mouth. He sighed and threw the cigarette in the ashtray.

"Come here."

He went to the couch and sat. She followed him.

"Sit."

She sat in front of him while looking at the bags.

"Take all out."

Sara Owen swallowed saliva and one by one unpacked the things.

Dresses, heels, jeans, shirts, tops, nightwear, sleepers, handkerchiefs, wallet, bags, sleepers, warm coats and in the end, they were lingerie sets. She closed her eyes tightly to escape from the awkwardness. But he hadn't seen anything. He was only staring at her beautiful and small face which was changing its colours after seeing each thing. When she closed her eyes, he couldn't see those colours in her eyes, he turned his gaze and glanced down. She was holding a set of lingerie.

“Don’t walk around with bare feet from now on." He said while throwing the cigarette then left with his dynamic aura. Sara Owen sighed after seeing his back and quickly wrapped the things.

After dinner, it was nine o’clock when she came out of the kitchen after cleaning and went straight to the bedroom. She saw the bed full of bags and packets. She was not tired but looking at the costly things, she was hesitant to use all of them. She sat at the edge of the bed in a daze. How did he come to know that she hadn’t purchased anything from the mall? If he had already known, why did he ask her about her shopping? If he had already purchased the things for her then… Did he purchase the things?

Her gaze fell on the set of lingerie and her throat became dry in panic. In the sets of lingerie, she had also found packets of tampons. Did she need a salary for serving him? She began to arrange the things in the closet. She had never gotten what he was giving her even if being a stranger. It was enough for her to serve him till her last breath. It took two hours to arrange the things and when she finally finished, she went to take bath.

In his dark and deep eyes, a thin and weak figure was reflecting for a long time. In the white silky nightgown, her thin body had perfectly fitted. Her long and silky hair was touching her hips as she stepped slowly on the green lawn. She had hugged her chest but tonight, he had not seen tears in her eyes.

While looking at her, he did not feel any indication in his heart, but still, he did not know why it was agreeable to see her with her loneliness. This solitude filled in both of their hearts and both of them were broken and hurt. He found her lonely just like he used to be. But still, she used to smile, react, hide her tears, work, and live. She didn't need alcohol and cigarette. She did not need a workload to escape from the reality. He threw the completed cigarette then opened the box but it turned out to be empty. He glanced at her again. She was standing with her back at him and did not have any idea about his gaze.

What she must be thinking? Was she remembering her past or... Was she...missing her husband?

Just then, she stumbled to the ground and his gaze darkened. Her weak and thin back was trembling. She had hugged her knees and buried her face in them. She was crying.

Yohan Dixon picked up the bottle of whisky and poured it into the glass then gulped in a breath. It did not take him too long to empty it. He picked up another packet of cigarettes and one by one smoked them. Tonight too, he kept looking at her back while smoking and drinking even if he did not feel anything for her. He did not want to know the reasons why she was crying. He was not interested in her at all. All he wanted was to see her like this.

It was two o'clock at night. She came out of the bathroom after peeing and heard a noise from the living room. She rushed out of her room to see. When she turned on the lights, she saw Yohan Dixon who was drinking water while sitting on the ground leaning back to the back of the couch and the pieces of glasses were scattered around him.

"Oh no..." She rushed to him but when she saw his sweaty face and smelled alcohol. He struggled to stand up but couldn't.

"Come..."

Yohan Dixon opened his dark and red eyes and looked at the white and soft palm in front of him which was stretched toward him to help. He frowned and stood up with some effort. She kept looking at his back when he struggled to step toward the stairs. She bent down and began to collect the pieces of glass.

"Ahh..." A piece of glass pierced her palm and there, he stumbled to the ground. She pulled the piece from her palm and did not care about the wound. She rushed towards him and sat beside him.

"Are you alright?"

How much he had drunk!

Yohan Dixon felt her warm palms on his arms and he opened his eyes slowly. He saw two sparkling eyes, a delicate nose, thin and rosy lips and a slender white neck. He closed his eyes and slowly leaned toward her. He buried his face in her neck and she widened her eyes. Her palms trembled and she touched his hot cheeks. His breaths were high and he placed his palm on her waist. She leaned back on the handrail of the stairs and let him sleep soundly.

…

There was no longer that fire in the rays of the morning sun because now winter was about to begin. But in the October villa, Yohan Dixon felt something soft in his fist and he pressed it as if it was relieving to do so. A sweet fragrance was mingling with his breaths and his dry lips were on soft skin. It must not be a bed. He opened his eyes and found his lips on the soft skin of her slender neck where his face was buried. His gaze quickly fell on the soft thing on which he had his palm. It was her breast. He quickly took off his palm and raised his head from her neck.

What the hell happened last night? Didn’t he come to drink water late at night?

The woman moaned and touched her itchy face with her injured palm. She was sleeping and that injury on her palm reminded him of the last night.

He stood up and looked at the woman whose sleep got interrupted because of his movements. She should think before resorting to a drunken man in the middle of the night. How could she trust him so much? Sara Owen opened her eyes and her gaze fell on the man who was glaring at her in surprise. She quickly stood up and straightened her nightgown.

“Good morning.” She lowered her head.

“Don’t roam in the villa at night.” He said coldly and went hurriedly to the master bedroom. Sara Owen yawned and looked at the pieces of glasses on the floor with her sleepy eyes.

In the shower room, he was staring at his bright face in the mirror and letting water calm down his frustration. He slowly raised his palm which was on her breast then looked at it coldly. Did she know he had touched her over there and even clutched it numerous times?

Yohan Dixon gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.

When he had breakfast, he left the dining room and she sat on the chair to eat his leftover. Just then, he came back to the dining hall and looked at her back. He looked at the plates and then coughed which made her attentive and she stood up quickly.

He came to her with his manly fragrance.

“There is a first aid box in my closet. Go and treat your wounds.”

Sara Owen felt warmth in his words and she raised her head to look at him but he did not want to make it awkward for him, so he turned back and left quickly.