All Chapters of Lie To Me, My Love: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

A few minutes later, the sound of the door opening reached my ears, and I immediately looked in its direction. Two women enter the door, wearing suits as well.They didn’t look like some maids at all but more like the bodyguards that Rizzo had. I watch them approach me, and after they are already at the foot of the bed, they both look at me and then bow their head as a greeting to me.My brows furrowed at this action. Is this a custom or what? This is too respectful for a hostage, isn’t it?They soon straightened up and looked at me again, and the one with short hair spoke first; her delicate appearance was really deceiving. She looks far younger to be in this world. I continued to observe them, remaining in my position.“Mist— Uhm, Miss Addalyn, we are here as your personal attendants. You can ask us anything you want, and we can deliver it to you right away,” she said with a smile on her lips, but with how she stumbled on her first word, I wondered what she was about to call me earl

My hand shook as I turned around slowly and looked at him. My questioning gaze landed on him, yet nothing was visible in his expression, only gazing back at me with a serious expression as if what he said had not made my emotions become a mess.I knew that he wouldn’t say anything to me because he acted like this. Giving me that clue and then shrugging it off as nothing. My lips tremble, and I gaze at him fiercely.This feeling of knowing nothing of what is missing in myself is making me upset; no more than that, I despise this feeling. Zach is like this, saying some of the truth but obviously hiding something. While this man is also like this, but even worse.He is clearly saying some important clue yet acting as if clueless as well. What is it that they are hiding from me? This is seriously making my stomach churn from burning emotions.“Then, why don’t you accompany me?” I suddenly blurt it out of nowhere, and we are both stunned by what I said, yet I don’t intend to take it back s

My pupils shook as I shifted my confused eyes from him to the rifle in my trembling hands and grasped it.The rifle is not heavy at all in my hand. It is even lighter than the one gun I held that night in the club. Yet, unlike that night, it is not cold at all but warm, hot even.I am unsure if this is really the temperature of this gun or if it is just my perception of it because of my emotions. Nonetheless, as I held onto it, my heart started beating loudly to the point that I could hear it directly in my ears.What did he mean that this gun had an answer to my identity? How come... am I supposed to be familiar with it? This is seriously confusing me. All of it.“Are you telling me that I’ve used this before? Is that it?” I asked again, and it was such a wonder that despite my emotions being a mess, my voice didn’t crack or tremble.I didn’t look at his expression and only fixed my gaze on the gun as if looking at it for long will miraculously give the answer I wanted. Clive removes

We only remain in that position for a few moments, neither of us saying anything. The way Clive clutched my hand tightly never loosened even for a second, and it somehow helped lessen the pain from my throbbing head.It is only my illusion, but still, it works, and having someone by my side made me feel like I’m not alone. It’s pretty ironic that I don’t trust the man, yet I’m comfortable being with him. I don't even know my feelings now.However, my circumstances are really preventing me from thinking too much. Whenever I did, it seemed someone was hammering on my head. It is so painful, but I still endure it, not letting myself succumb to darkness once more.I don’t know why I’m being stubborn as well, but I forced myself to stay awake. I don’t know how many moments have passed until the faint sound of the door opening reaches my ears.My eyes remained shut, even though I also wanted to know who entered the room. The only thing I could do at the moment was to listen."Master," a sof

My mouth slightly opens, and I'm about to ask him what the appropriate word is for him to respond, but it feels as if something lump in my throat is preventing me from saying anything.What is it that is stopping me from asking Clive? I shake my head, and a wry smile appears on my lips. Do I really not know the answer? Of course, I have an idea, but I don’t want to think about it yet.I don’t want to ruin this deceivingly harmonious atmosphere around us, and if I can, I want to hold on to it for as long as I can.The silence shrouded us once more. It isn’t uncomfortable, but it gives the illusion that everything is fine. Why does it need to be fake if it feels so stable and secure?“Are you sleepy?” I ask after another moment of silence, my fingers playing with the covers. Actually, I’m so drowsy that I want to lie down and sleep again.Yet, I also don’t want to waste time sleeping again, even though I know it’s a side effect of the medicine. I still force myself to stay awake and tal