Eleanora Lozada has been punished.
Technically, he was imprisoned by Jonathan Tasis.
Downstairs, preparing dinner.
As Exaltation served the meal, he unconsciously glanced at the closed door of the upstairs bedroom and cast a sidelong glance at the dark and sullen Jonathan Tasis.
“Sir, Miss Analena hasn’t eaten all day, why don’t I send her something to eat?”
The thought of her empty stomach caused a glint of pain to appear in Jonathan Tasis’ somber eyes, and though his voice was still cold, his face loosened a bit and he gave Exaltation permission to bring the food up with an indifferent “hmm.”
Exaltation brings up the food and pushes the bedroom door to enter, only to see Eleanora Lozada sitting on the edge of the bed, looking silent.
“Miss Analena, you haven’t eaten all day, eat more or less.”
“Exaltacion, where is Jonathan Tasis? I want to see him.”
Miss Analena, if you see him now, you will only get to argue with him, and besides, he will never let you go. You know Miss Perla, she often comes to see him, but he only has you in his heart, and no matter how much other women approach him, he doesn’t want them.”
Eleanora Lozada clenched her fingers and pinched her fingertips in her palm.
She wasn’t the one he called out to with his mouth and heart when he was drunk.
Eleanora Lozada never imagined that one day she would be jealous of her dead royal sister. She despises herself for it and hates herself for it, saying she would help her sister avenge her death, but instead falls in love with the man she once loved.
In her heart, a stabbing, sour, astringent pain.
“Miss Analena, why don’t you understand our lord’s feelings? Why is Miss Analena so hard-hearted when the lord is so good to you that even I, an outsider, am moved by the sight of him? ”
Iron heart …
She also wanted to be hard-hearted, she also wanted to make sure she never felt anything for Jonathan Tasis, but when the man was deeply in love with her, she gave up on revenge and chose to walk away.
In the six months since she left him, she had clearly started a new life and thought she could forget him completely, but instead she found that occasional solitude in the dark of night could make the thoughts of her heart come to her like a torrent of unstoppable thoughts.
Eleanora Lozada pursed her lips and said, “Exaltation, come down, I want to be left alone.”
“So this food…”
“I’ll eat when I’m hungry.”
Exaltacion, seeing that she could not be persuaded, shook her head and turned to leave the bedroom.
…
Downstairs, Jonathan Tasis sits at the table and doesn’t have much of an appetite either, flicking his fork a couple of times before putting it down with a grimace.
“Have you eaten yet?”
Exaltacion gulps, “Miss Analena said … she eats when she’s hungry.”
That means no food.
Heh, playing hunger strike with him, huh? Think he’ll let her go just because she’s like this?
Jonathan Tasis stood up, his handsome face cold and sullen, and went upstairs.
Eleanora Lozada was sitting on the carpet next to the bed, interlocking her arms in contemplation of something, when the bedroom door suddenly burst open.
A tall, erect male figure approached her aggressively, enveloping her.
The man glanced down at the food that had been left cold but still untouched, and his cold, angry eyes rested on her face again, “How long do you want to mess with me?”
Eleanora Lozada looked at him, “Jonathan Tasis, I am not messing with you, I am telling you the truth, I am not Analena Lozada, Analena Lozada is my sister, why don’t you think…. …”
“That’s enough!”
Jonathan Tasis raised his hand and knocked over the food sitting next to him, spilling the rice and soup on the carpet in a mess.
Eleanora Lozada’s watery eyes drooped and her long, curly, thick eyelashes fluttered fiercely.
It was the first time Jonathan Tasis had been angry with her. She had once thought the man was gentle and deadly, but now it seemed he merely tolerated her, and his temper, which wasn’t really that good, was fierce and even a little frightening when he started.
The man’s eyes were red and he stared at her, “You think I’ll let you go just because you talk this nonsense? I advise you to die.”
Eleanora Lozada stood up and stood in front of him, swallowed saliva, raised her teary eyes and spoke with immense sincerity, “I lied to you, I look like my sister, so much so that even my biological parents get confused from time to time, but I have a small red mole on my left breast, my sister does not, you have seen the small red mole on my breast haven’t you? You even asked me why I hadn’t noticed it before because I wasn’t even …. Well…”
Before Eleanora Lozada could finish her words, her next words were muffled by the man’s lips and her whole body was held dominantly on the bed behind her by Jonathan Tasis.
“What are you doing Jonathan Tasis…. Well … get off me!”
Ripping…
The skirt is torn.
The man’s big hands imprisoned her, and wherever they went, all they pulled out was a ball of fire, hot and suffocating …
It was brutal, rough and strong, in this case, full-blown.
Eleanora Lozada’s delicate fingertips dug hard into the bone and blood on her shoulder, tears, slipping silently from the corners of her eyes.
…
Every part of her body ached, with sharp pains.
Then Eleanora Lozada clung to the blanket, her back to the man, her voice hoarse as a wounded beast, “You’ve done what you wanted, now can you let me go?”
Jonathan Tasis stared at the bruises and bruises that covered the woman’s slender, bare white back, which one moment had been completely his, but now seemed a million miles away.
The point of her heart, as if pierced by innumerable fine needles, ached thickly.
The man closed his eyes slightly and leaned over the bed, groping for a lighter and a cigarette from the bedside table.
The lighter clicked open.
The cigarette lit and the man took a deep drag. The bedroom was left open, the curtains tightly drawn and smoke soon billowed out of the room.
Eleanora Lozada was choking and coughing, her face red.
In another time, Jonathan Tasis had not done this to her, and when she was present, he would not take a puff, even if he was addicted to tobacco, for fear of choking her.
But she didn’t speak; she kept it to herself.
After smoking a cigarette, the man lifted the sheets, got out of bed and, without a word, simply carried his long legs to the bathroom.
Eleanora Lozada heard the sound of water rattling in the bathroom before she bent down and picked up a clean, untouched shirt to put on.
When Jonathan Tasis came out of the bathroom, he saw Eleanora Lozada sitting on the edge of the bed with her back to him.
Eleanora Lozada heard his footsteps and pursed her lips, “Why don’t you believe me, you saw the little red mole on my left breast too, why don’t you admit it?”
“When I say you are Analena Lozada, you are.”
Eleanora Lozada laughed mockingly and turned to look at him, suddenly shouting, “Jonathan Tasis, come to your senses! And I’m just his sister Eleanora Lozada! I was never his Analena!”
Jonathan Tasis grabbed Eleanora Lozada’s wrist and pinned her to the bed, the man’s dark, hawk-like eyes stared at her, “I won’t let you go, if you insist on going on hunger strike, I won’t stop you, your life depends on me, if you starve to death, don’t worry, I won’t live alone, I’ll die with you. No one can separate us.”
“…”
Eleanora Lozada pupils deep in emotions, trembling, trembling …
Jonathan Tasis looked at her frightened face and reached up to touch her, hooking the messy hair behind her ear in a gentle gesture that was a far cry from the determined, paranoid words he had spoken.