Roseline's POV I stirred in my sleep with the chirping of the birds. I felt a hard mattress below me before I could open my eyes. Did I sleep on the rock last night? My eyes felt heavy and I slowly blinked them open. The thought lingered as I struggled to wake up. My eyelids felt heavy, and the bright sunlight streaming through the window made it even more difficult to open them. With a sleepy yawn, I tried to sit up, only to realize that I was somehow trapped. Where am I? Am I kidnapped? Panic started to set in. The fear raced through my mind, causing my eyes to snap wide open. And right before me was Vincenzo's face, his features now visible in the morning light. To my surprise, I found myself practically lying on top of him. How did I end up here? I slept beside him last night. Didn't I? My eyes moved to the wall clock and I found that it was already 10 and he usually leaves at 9 for the office. "I couldn't move because you were sleeping over me," he remarked, almost as
Roseline's POV His silence forced me to move my hands quickly and my mind raced with thoughts and emotions. The intimacy we had shared seemed to fade away, replaced by a sense of distance and unease. It was quite clear that he also hated me from the moment we were tied together in a relationship but he was bearing me just for his grandfather. His behaviour last night also proved that. When the silence became unbearable and I was sure that he was not going to stop me, he broke it, his tone filled with resistance. "Don't forget about Kevin. He is still here, observing everything. If you decide to stay at the orphanage, he will undoubtedly report this to Grandpa, and it won't take him a single minute to book the first flight back home," he protested, his concern evident "This way, neither he would be able to complete his task nor you would be able to stay away," he argued. I thought that he had lost his vocal cord but I was wrong. "I believe Kevin is mature enough to understand the
Roseline's POV As promised, he didn't leave my side the entire day. From the moment we left the house in the morning until the evening, he remained a constant presence, accompanying me to the five orphanages I needed to visit today. As we arrived at each orphanage, he patiently waited outside while I went inside to collect the necessary data. I took extra time inside the orphanage, testing his patience, thinking maybe he would lose it and leave me alone but he didn't. The children at the orphanages brought a spark of joy to my weary soul. Vincenzo, standing outside the orphanages, observed my interactions with the children from a distance. Despite his stoic demeanor, I could sense a flicker of warmth in his eyes as he watched me as if witnessing the impact of my work on my spirit. It was in those moments that I glimpsed a side of him I hadn't seen before—a softness, a hint of compassion. But I shrugged off the thought as soon as the condition under which he married me came to min
"Lost somewhere?" His words brought me back to the world "Tell me if you want something"If I genuinely only tell him what I need will he give it to me?Bad Idea! He is not that type of man. He can never make me happy.My head was still occupied with the thoughts of that couple which reminded me of the moments I had dreamed of. I never desired a luxurious life and a fancy restaurant, all I wanted was to have a simple life with my husband who could give me the freedom I want, the support I need, and share the food standing at the side of the street.But as quickly as the wave of emotions washed over me, I pushed them aside, reminding myself of the reality of my situation. I was not in a position to indulge in such fantasies or yearnings. This dream is never going to be fulfilled at least not with him, I have to keep control over my desires.I could sense his gaze lingering on me, his eyes fixed on my face, perhaps waiting for me to break my silence. But I remained steadfast, determined
Roseline's POV"We don't have a full day. Just come out; I don't want you to ruin my car," he said with a hint of annoyance, breaking the chain of my thoughts.His voice carried a tinge of impatience that reached not only my ears but also those of the people around us.I wrestled with conflicting emotions, torn between satisfying my hunger and maintaining my sense of self-worth.The weight of passersby's scrutiny added to the pressure I felt, intensifying my internal struggle."Come out already," he ordered, this time in a stern voice. It seems like he will pull me out of the car forcefully if I don't listen to him.Under the pressure of his order and my hunger, my resolve finally broke and I stepped out of the car. He moved the plate towards me as I was stood in front of him."You know, I am not sure if I can trust the quality of this street food. What if you have contaminated it with a potion that makes me burst into song every time I take a bite?" I askedHis eyes widened a bit at
The hunger in his eyes mirrored my own, and after a brief moment of resistance, he finally leaned forward, surrendering to the temptation that lay before him.With a teasing smile, I moved the chip closer to his lips, my fingers brushing against his skin as I fed him. It was a small, intimate gesture that sent a shiver down my spine. I watched intently as his lips closed around the chip, savoring the flavors that exploded in his mouth."How is it?" I asked, unable to contain my curiosity. My voice held a hint of anticipation, a desire for his approval.I wanted him to love it, to find the same pleasure in the taste that I did. Perhaps then, I could have an excuse to indulge in this guilty pleasure more often."Not that good" his words vanished the smile from my lips.He never fails to ruin my mood."It is deeply fried in oil which could be dangerous to the health and is no less than any poison" he argued"What does a monkey know about the taste of ginger?" I mumbled"What did you just
Roseline's POV I was still blushing like an idiot when we sat back in the car. "Stop overthinking; I just brought it for you because the lady was insisting on me and I didn't want to show that I hesitated in spending money. And the thing about buying you street food is that, after this contract ends, I don't want you to remember me as a heartless monster who kept you hungry." The one who hardly says a word spoke so much in his clarification. It broke my heart knowing that it wasn't because he regretted his behavior or felt remorse for treating me poorly. I was sure that the pain was quite visible on my face so I tried to mask it with my witness. "Well, you didn't need to do any of it. And from when did you start caring about the world?" As far as I know, only cares about himself. " Well, I hope I don't get stomach pain by eating the food you brought for me. We can't have your 'kind gesture' causing any inconvenience, can we?" The words flew out of my mouth, sharper than I intended
I shrugged as I was not in the mood to talk. It would have been better if I hadn't done anything for myself, like buying street food and flowers. God! Why am I thinking like this when I know the reality of our relationship? "Is everything fine? You are not looking in a good mood" he walked behind me. "I am just tired" "Ah! Sorry, I am eating your brains out when I should be giving you some space as you have just returned from work" he spoke from behind. I chuckled. "It's ok, I don't mind" "That's the best quality in you that you find a silver lining in every situation" I just smiled at his remark "I won't bother you now" he chuckled "Take rest" I nodded and made my way back to my room. Keeping the file in its place and leaving the rose as it is, I went to take a bath and changed into something comfortable. My head was throbbing in pain by the time I came out of the room. I didn't know about the medicines and didn't want to bother Kevin unnecessarily, so I decided to distract