I was so lost in my thoughts of irritating him that I didn’t hear what he ordered me. He left only to come back because I didn’t leave my place. I thought that he asked me to stay in my room, not to create any mess with his important client.
“Didn’t you hear what I said? Go and prepare lunch for my guest” her barked like he the dog he is.
“Me?” My fingers swung around to point at myself.
“Grace is not home. Do you except me to cook for him?” He asked me back, still irritated.
“I don’t think there is anything wrong with it” I shrugged and folded my arms to my chest. The defiance was deliberate, I was eager to test the limits of his patience.
The guest is his, so he can prepare lunch for them. Isn’t it?
“You..” he moved toward me as if he were about to murder me.
His palms were ready to wrap around my throat to squeeze the life out of me when, on time, I took a step back and raised my hand in surrender.
I realised he was already irritated for some reason, and if I teased him any further, he would undoubtedly vent his rage on me. I should irritate him only that much, which could bother him. If I crossed my limit, he would hurt me, which I don’t want.
So instead of arguing with him any longer, I decided to go to the kitchen.
I could feel his gaze following me as I passed through him and walked outside the room to make my way towards the kitchen and follow his order.
By the way, it is a nice chance for me to add poison to his food so that his game is over for once and all.
But the fact is that I cannot become a devil like him, otherwise, there will be no difference between him and me. In this battle, I cannot lose my essence, I can’t slip into the depths of depravity because of him.
I was once again greeted by silence as I entered the hall and this time I found the door of Desy’s room closed. He must have given her medicines.
Sighing heavily, I decided not to create any drama anymore and made any way directly towards the kitchen. I have always found Grace here. It seems awkward to find it silent and empty.
When I thought about gathering the ingredients to cook the meal, the thought crossed my mind.
How could I be so stupid?
He gave me the order to prepare lunch, and I came here like a puppet without even asking him what he was expecting me to cook.
When I don’t have the right to go anywhere without his permission, how can I cook anything I wish for his guests? I felt and ache in my heart when I realised that my independence had been forcibly taken away, leaving me subject to his every command.
I decided to go back and ask him what he wanted me to cook. But I couldn’t take even a single step when suddenly something came in my way and my head bumped into it.
What’s there?
The path was clear when I came here
Rubbing my forehead to soothe the pain, I opened my eyes only to find him standing in front of me. My eyes trailed up, and he was looking down at me, with his hands on his waist, pinning me to my place.
“I knew you would try to flee from the responsibility I have given to you, which is why I am here to keep an eye on you” he said, his voice carrying authority and dominance as always.
“For your information, I was just coming to you to ask what I should prepare for your guest” I told him the truth, clearing my throat.
His lips parted as if to respond to me, but nothing came out of his mouth. He blinked several times to return to normal behaviour. He took a step back and folded his arms across his chest.
“Cook anything you know! It should taste good” he gave a straightforward response, as if he didn’t want any argument on this topic.
The way he was behaving, it was quite clear that the man who was coming was very important to him. He doesn’t want to waste time. The urgency of his actions left little room for doubt.
Deciding not to piss him off, I focused on my work. I don’t know much about cooking, so I started with what I know best because I am sure if his guests or clients who come here don’t like the food, he will humiliate me in front of them.
I am facing enough humiliation in front of his servant. I don’t want him to disrespect me in front of his guests as well.
While he was staring at me, I began chopping the vegetables. The cut that I had when I was cutting the salads in front of Grace was still stinging. I need to be extra conscious this time because no one is there to help me, and I am sure he will force me to cook even if I cut my hands.
I was still busy doing my work when, after a minute, I noticed him standing beside me, he was no longer wearing his coat, the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, his hair was a tangle, and he was looking so gorgeous, sinfully handsome. His disheveled hair and the ruggedness of his appearance only accentuated his streaking handsomeness. My heart skipped a beat looking at him from this side.
But the answer is that only I remember everything he has done to me. I can never forget that a devil lurks behind this handsome face. He is not the same as he looks from the outside. He has a stone heart, and he could do anything to hurt me. His hands have the blood of my brother.
I am sure he must have tried to get out of his agony, but he didn’t show any mercy.
Ignoring my stares, he pulled out a knife and began chopping the vegetables. My jaw dropped as I couldn’t believe he was helping me, and that too in cooking.
“Don’t overthink things! I am only doing this because I don’t want my guest to leave hungry!” He stared that he would resume his work.
I just tilted my head to accept that whatever he said was correct. But it was still surprising for me to see him cooking me
I set the pan on the stove and drizzled a few drops of oil over the pan to saute the vegetables he was chopping.
He took a step back after chopping all of the vegetables, and I must say, he was lightning fast, and each piece was cut to an equal size. This work appears to be quite dexterous for him.
After placing all the vegetables in the frying pan, I was looking for the wooden stick to thoroughly mix them when the hot pan, causing me to hiss in pain and pull my palm back instantly.
I couldn’t fathom what was wrong with me today, it felt like I was inflicting harm on myself at every turn. Earlier, I cut myself, and now I have burned my hand. As if what Ansell is doing is not enough for me, I am hurting myself even more.
The burn on my palm throbbed painfully, and I instinctively began blowing over the heated skin in an attempt to soothe the discomfort. Unexpectedly, I felt two hands cover mine from both sides, providing a sudden sense of relief.
“Idiot!” He mumbled between his clenched teeth.
He then walked over to the sink and placed my palm under the running water. The pain persisted, but I couldn’t help but feel a sense of astonishment that he had come for my help.
But why?
Isn’t it he who has hurt me more than this?
Isn’t he the one who wants to see me in pain?
Isn’t he the one who gets pleasure from doing all this?
My head jerked up at him, my gaze was fixed in his face while his eyes remained fixed on my wound.
After a minute, he turned around and retrieved ice cubes from the refrigerator, again surpassing me.
“I don’t want any hindrance to your work” he said, covering up as he picked out one ice cube from it.
Grabbing it with one hand, he started rubbing the ice on the back of my palm. It soothed the burning sensation. His eyes were fixated on his work, and I couldn’t see anywhere else but him.
In the blink of an eye, his eyes lifted to meet mine, and realization seemed to dawn upon him. His gaze flickered between my face and my injured hand, his expression caught in a moment of uncertainty.
The intensity in his eyes seemed to amplify, and without warning, he pressed the ice cube more firmly against my wound. A sharp gasp escaped my lips as I winced in response to the sudden surge of pain.
“No one and nothing should ever hurt you, except for me”
Does he have a bipolar personality or what?