All Chapters of Cold and Cruel: His Obsession : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I changed my dress with one of his T-shirts that was too big for me, the hem of the T-shirt dangling five inches above my knees. The scent of detergent and a hint of his cologne still lingered on the shirt I wore. I left the candle next to the bed still burning; after the attack incident, I never slept with the lights off again for the past year. The large and comfortable bed quickly induced my tiredness after a long day, and five minutes later I was already drifting off.***I heard his heavy breaths in the darkness. "Shut up, you bastard."His head covered with a mask hovered a few inches in front of my face, whispering those words again, "Shut up."I wanted to scream, but my voice was choked in my throat. One of his hands reached for my covered abdomen. "S-stop..." My tears flowed along with my sobs. "Please, stop."His cold and rough hand moved slowly upwards; I closed my eyes and pushed his body off me with all my strength. Suddenly, he wrapped both his wrists around mine, grippi

San Francisco has never looked as gloomy as it does now. Or more accurately, my mood has never been this gloomy before. For the umpteenth time, I sighed while staring out the window of my office. Being an assistant manager afforded me some perks, one of which was having my own office, albeit very small, but still better than sharing cramped cubicles with other employees.Today marks exactly one week since I met Nicholas. Today, I should give him my answer. I couldn't close my eyes at all last night, and this morning, Mr. LeBlanc's tasks diverted almost all of my thoughts away from Nicholas. At the very least, I should call him tonight to tell him my answer. But until this moment, I still don't know what to say to him.I can't ask Lana for advice. It seems Lana is suffering just as much as I am. Ever since we returned from Manhattan, Lana always changes the subject whenever I mention Gregory Shaw. So far, Gregory hasn't shown his face again. I don't know whether to feel relieved becaus

I was too tired to walk home today, so I took a taxi. All I needed right now was a glass of warm milk and my bed. I paid the taxi when it stopped in front of my apartment building and went inside. Lana should have already gone home; maybe she's watching TV with Greg right now. I rummaged through my bag to find my keys while yawning, and I heard faint laughter coming from inside the apartment. I closed the apartment door and walked towards the source of the laughter in the kitchen.They were sitting at the dining table chatting—Lana, Greg... and Nick. He turned around when he heard me enter and smiled at me. Nick was wearing a light blue shirt, no tie, and no jacket. His eyes looked warmly at me. "Eleanor."I didn't return his smile; I hid my surprise and took the remaining seat beside him. Lana didn't cook tonight; she and Greg ordered Chinese food, which was now half eaten on the table."Hey, there's dim sum! Thanks, Lana. I'm starving." I smiled at Lana, who was laughing. Greg looke

The adrenaline pumped through my veins, making me more aware. So did the pain that followed, although I could barely feel my legs at this point. My gaze was still fixed on the metal, only a few inches from my head. Drops of blood fell onto my hair and face.Greg's blood.My lips trembled as I called his name. But no sound came out of me, no sound in my head except for a loud buzzing. Hot tears quickly wetted both my cheeks, making my vision slightly blurry. A drop of thick liquid fell onto my cheek, mixing with my tears.Greg's blood.If Greg hadn't thrown himself in front of me, that piece of metal might have pierced my head by now. But Greg sacrificed himself for me, and now he was dead because of me.The pain, the trauma, and the shock made it hard for me to breathe, and slowly my consciousness began to fade.***"Eleanor."My eyes snapped open, my breath racing as if I had just run a long distance.Nick. I heard his voice calling my name.The light blue ceiling of my room greeted

When I woke up, I found myself in the same place as before, lying on the floor of a room covered with carpet. However, the intense pain that had almost killed me was gone, as was the burning sensation I had felt before. I couldn't feel anything, but I also couldn't move my body. The only thing I could move was my eyelids as I blinked.Another uncomfortable issue I faced was that my throat felt extremely dry. It was like I had just eaten a bowl of hot, coarse sand. I couldn't open my mouth to scream, even though I wasn't sure I had a voice to scream with anymore.For almost three hours, I could only stare at the ceiling above me and blink. I didn't know if it was morning or night. My body was still in the exact same position as before I lost consciousness. I couldn't feel my breath or my heartbeat at all.Was this what it felt like to die? No... I was still alive.Various thoughts raced through my head. What was Lana doing right now? Did she realize I was missing? And Nick... had he re