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
Roseline's POV The sudden change in his demeanor sent a shiver down my spine, leaving me uncertain and fearful of what might come next. My mind raced, desperately searching for answers to the questions that flooded my thoughts. What had happened when he went there? Has he found his lost love? Will he liberate me? The air in the kitchen seemed to thicken with tension as silence enveloped us, each of us frozen in anticipation of Vincenzo's next move. His jaw clenched tightly and his palms curled into fists out of anger. Understanding the depth of the situation, Kevin left my hand immediately. I still remember the way he reacted when he found me with Kevin in the bathroom that day at the party when I went to wash my hands. He wasn't pleased by the idea of me going close to him. "Brother, there is nothing the way you are thinking." Kevin sounded a bit concerned because he knows really well the true nature of his brother. Vincenzo's eyes flicked to his brother, throwing fireballs a
Roseline's POV Abruptly, he pulled me to himself and no matter how hard I tried to steady myself, I found myself stumbling over his body just the way he wanted. My head collided with his rock-hard chest and I hissed in pain but he didn't seem bothered by it. My ear pressed against his chest and I could clearly hear the loud thumping of his heart, which was covered under many layers but it was there, feeling things and doing more than just pumping blood. Attempting to regain my balance, I propped myself up on my elbow, only to have him grip my wrist more tightly and pull me closer to him, eliminating any remaining distance between our bodies that I was trying to create. "Uhh" A moan escaped my lips unintentionally when my soft body was crushed against his hard one once again and this time it hurt more than before. "Stay," he murmured, his voice thick and hoarse, burdened by the fever that consumed him. But still, in his vulnerable and weak state, he didn't forget to order me. My
Roseline's POV Placing the stuff that I brought for his care on the side table, I went to retrieve a clean cotton handkerchief, preparing it to be used as a cold compress. Dipping the cloth into the water, I gently spread it across his forehead. As the coolness of the cloth made contact with his fevered skin, his eyes flickered open. They were bloodshot, mirroring the reddened tip of his nose, and his lips, once vibrant, now appeared pale, chapped, and parted as he struggled to breathe through his congested nose. He was now inhaling through his open mouth as his airways were completely blocked. "I told you..." he began to mutter, his voice strained, and I knew he was going to stop me. "Shhh...." I shushed him before he could scold me. "Just keep your mouth shut for now." I placed my finger on his lips. He let out a sigh, as if finally giving in, and closed his eyes once more, throwing his head back on the pillow. I kept the cool cloth pressed gently against his forehead, providin
Roseline's POV In spite of all the humiliation, I still found myself ranting at him. "Why do you always keep pushing me away? I know the reality of our relationship and I am very well aware that we are going to change paths after 1 year. Until then, if you need it, you can at least share with me what's bothering you. Anyway, I am going to forget everything about you after this year ends. You need not worry about that," I said. He repeated my words, mocking my tone. "You need not worry about me. Sleep!" My frustration grew, fueling my response. "There are certain things over which you don't have power. Ordering me to sleep isn't going to magically transport me back to the deep slumber I was in before you started shouting." My voice crackled with annoyance. The silence hung heavy in the room, enveloping us in its tension and suddenly it was broken by the churning of his stomach. My eyes flicked down and his ears turned red out of embarrassment. And this reminded me that he di