OLIVIA
“Here we are now. I know this is nothing like yours, but I hope it will be worth it. So, tell me, what would you love to have? I’m damn certain you must be starving right now. I could ask my domestic staff to get you something,” Adrian asked the moment we arrived at his home.
The living room appears to be different compared to the last time I visited. It feels to me like my first time visiting.
“You aren’t saying anything yet? I just asked you a question. What would you love to have?” Adrian waved at me as he restored my lost mind.
I wasn’t even paying attention to him. The whole time he spoke to me, my mind was occupied with Rene.
I act like I’m doing great but deep down, I was desperate to know what’s happening between Cyril and Rene in the ward.
According to Doctor Escobar, they seemed great together, all thanks to Cyril for being reluctant to let Rene leave his sight.
“Take me to my room.
I don’t want to eat or drink anything. I just want to sleep. That’s the only thing I care about right now. I can’t wait for Rene to call so I can leave first thing tomorrow morning.” I urged Adrian and stepped forward. I waited for him to lead the way, but he didn’t. He just stood behind me to navigate my body as though I were oozing.
“Didn’t you hear me?
I just asked to be taken to my room. Is that too much to ask?” I yelled at Adrian.
“That I will gladly do but first, I need you to speak to me. What exactly is going on with you? You don’t seem great to me. Is there something bothering you?”
“Like seriously, Adrian? Do you want me to answer that question?” I flared.
“Not really.
I was just wondering why you’re mute.” He replied in a calm tone.
“You are filled with surprises, Adrian
My marriage Is messed up. The company is on the verge of being ruined by some desperate mistress, and you think I should be bothered about food?” I shook my head sideways In disgust.
“Are you going to show me to my room, or do you want me to leave?” I repeated my question to mount the pressure on him.
He sighed. “Please come with me,”
It’s barely twenty minutes since I stepped into his home, and I’m already causing problems for him. Deep down, he must be regretting ever accepting me into his home.
“Here’s your room.
If you need anything, don’t hesitate to put a call across, and I’ll be right here Immediately,” Adrian assured me, forcing a smile.
“Shut the door and leave,” I commanded.
“Excuse me?
What did you just say?”
“Exactly what I just said. Shut the door and leave. I don’t want to repeat myself,'” I screamed with the loudest voice, forcing Adrian to flee in fear.
A few minutes after Adrian exited my room, I started to feel the significance of his presence. I tried to get to sleep, but it wasn’t working.
“Oh, I haven’t had my bath yet,” I said to myself, hoping that having a cool bath would force me into a deep slumber.
At first, it seemed like the perfect solution to my problem. My soul was relaxed. I felt like an infant.
I said to myself, “This is it. Nothing is going to stop me from finding sleep,”
Immediately, I shut my eyes to sleep; I heard a strange voice inside my head that forced me to toss off the bed. The voice sounded like Cyril’s
“How was it possible for Cyril to call my name when he could barely even recognize me?” I asked myself repeatedly as I pondered on the voice inside my head.
I was starting to doubt if it was Cyril’s or if I was just hallucinating.
“If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call me,” Adrian’s assurance lingers in my head. That was the perfect time I required Adrian the most to kill the anxiety that was tormenting my soul.
At the same time, I wondered if it was the right thing to do. The last time I leaned on Adrian’s shoulder to solve my mystery, I woke up next to him stark naked.
To think that the previous situation wasn’t tense like this one.
“I’m never going to lean on his shoulder this time. I have got to learn how to be there for myself,” I encouraged myself and went back to sleep with a hint of uncertainty.
While I slept, I mumbled a few words of prayer. I couldn’t recall the last time I prayed. In a critical situation like mine, prayer was the only solution.
The prayer worked regardless of my little faith. I woke up the next morning feeling better than ever.
However, there was a mystery. I noticed a big difference in the room I woke up in. It doesn’t seem like Adrian’s a bit.
I narrowed my gaze on the wall and spotted photo frames of myself and Cyril.
“Now, this is getting scarier. How did I sleep in Adrian’s house and wake up in mine? Something isn’t right,” I mumbled.
In the process of trying to figure out a solution to my mystery, I heard someone calling my name from a distance.
It sounded like Cyril’s.
The short dream I had at Adrian’s house was slowly becoming a reality.
I stayed mute and hoped the voice would call me out again, and it did.
This time, Cyril didn’t just call me. He walked into the room.
“Finally, you are awake. I’ve been wondering what went wrong. I was speaking to Doctor Escobar about your strange, deep slumber,” Cyril said while embracing me.
“What happened?
How did I find myself here?” My lips moved in the opposite direction as I popped the question.
How I managed to ask was unclear to me because I was shocked to my bones.
I wanted this to be a reality and not a dream anymore. I’ve always wished for Cyril to regain his memory and this might be it.