Kapitel 29: A bowl of porridge
She had nothing else to worry about.
She felt a warm hand on her forehead. She swallowed since it was everything different from what she expected. "I am sorry I could not come earlier today."
"You have a fever," he said ignoring her apology.
"No, I don't," she replied to him as she also touched her forehead. It felt normal and she did not feel like she had a fever. "I am fine. I am only hungry."
"I brought dinner for you. I don't know why did not I feel like it when I stopped at a restaurant to eat my dinner. I will reheat it for you," he told her indifferently.
"Thank you," she appreciated as she raised her head to his face wondering what was going on in his mind to do such a thing for her. he might sound detached and cold but his actions said otherwise.
"I want you to get better for my sake," he told her seriously. "Not because I care for you. Because I do not care."
She blinked thoughtfully. Why did that sound like he was strongly trying to convince himself and not her? She concluded she was overthinking when she saw the lifelessness of his eyes void of any human feeling.
"You called in sick but no one came to visit you?" he asked sarcastically. "I thought your fiancé would be here when I came," he informed her shamelessly as though her fiancé would be the intruder and not him.
"I told them not to," she replied him sincerely. They had called. The Shen brothers had called her one as her boss and the other as her fiancé but she told them it was a simple monthly sickness that came unto her unusually painful and she would like to be alone.
She had sounded very shy when she spoke to them. she also amplified enough hesitation before she said it to them.
They had felt awkward, especially her boss who only said a few words to her before hanging up. Her fiancé still wanted to bring anything she needed if she asked but she told him she needed nothing.
She felt blessed to have such a caring fiancé but that was it as she knew she was lying to them to avoid becoming the cause of a conflict among friends.
She was trying not to be the bad guy but this man was pushing her off the cliff and it seems she might just dive into it all, after all, there was no way she was going to escape any of this. He was in her kitchen for goodness' sake.
She stood up when he began pulling her from the table. He refilled her glass of milk and placed it closer to her. "Drink more, I will bring the food here."
She obeyed him. She has heard of people fasting for so long but she has never tried it before. She knew it could not kill her like those people who survived it but the weakness she felt was not a joke.
Dehydration had her feeling lightheaded. She fixed her gaze on the now empty glass of milk beside her hand while trying hard not to raise her head to see the face of the man doing whatever beside her.
He walked around her kitchen as he has always used the kitchen with her. She listened to his footsteps and the beeping sound of the microwave until she felt too tired to keep her head elevated with her hand while her elbow rested on the island.
He patted her back and she sat up again. He placed a bowl of porridge on the table and she steered it for a while before lifting a spoon of porridge to her mouth.
She opened her mouth obediently and took in the spoon of porridge. It was hot but not hot enough to burn her mouth.
"I could guess that you were lying but I felt the need to bring something of this sort to you because you could be ill," he informed her monotonously.
She was sure that no one was as good as he was at saying such words with a straight face. she swallowed and waited for him as he steered the plate and fetched another spoonful of porridge.
"I also brought something else for you in case you were not sick. You could reheat it and eat it tomorrow," he told her as she opened her mouth and took in the next spoon.
She nodded as she chewed slowly and swallowed while avoiding the coldness of his gaze.
"You cannot die. I am yet to discover why I felt sexually turned on after dreaming about you. No woman has made me feel that way in dream and reality," he informed her shamelessly.
She wanted to tell him not to blame her for his sexual inability but she wouldn't dare. It was best to keep him from thinking about killing her.
She continued to eat as he fed her carefully and patiently at times, she felt his patience might run out because she took her time trying not to eat in a hurry to prevent upsetting her stomach.
He rubbed her back when she shook her head at a spoon of food he brought to her lips. She was taken aback.
"Thank you," she appreciated sincerely. No one has been nice enough to treat her with enough patience since her mother left.
She was not being ungrateful to her caring sister who took care of her after the accident but it was only the truth that her sister loved her but she was not as patient as this young man.
She could swear that he must have taken care of somebody like this before although she did not know who that person was.
"You have eaten enough for now," he told her as he took away the bowl of half-finished porridge. That was what she wanted to tell him but she was frightened to do so.
She could only sigh in relief. He gave her a glass of warm water and watched her drink it attentively she could almost feel his eyes piercing into her heart. She let him pull her up from the stool and took her to the three-seater in her living room.
She sat on it when he told her to and he sat down beside her. He hugged her against his chest and his hands went to her abdomen and he rubbed her stomach under her silk nightdress.
The young man did not seize to shock her with every action but she must say that they were all pleasant surprises that she would have blushed about if she was not feeling too tired and sleepy.
Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
-- Power-
Rangliste 
-- Power-
Stein