Cedric felt like his brain was going to explode at any moment. Does she know what she was doing? Or did she think that he was really asleep?
He was asleep… indeed. But… that was acting though. How he wished he was 'awake'. His hands, tongue, and his little brother along with every nerve of his body wanted to ravish the beauty in front of him. But all he could do was… freaking sleep! He was a healthy man! Okay!? But he couldn't do the things that a healthy man could do! Shit!
Can his life be any worse?
He cursed his bad fate and groaned. And for his relief, Eleanor left the room wrapping the towel. Even though he was glad that she didn't continue his torture, but he was disappointed at some point.
He saw Eleanor returning from the closet wearing the pajamas. Her pajamas were handpicked by Cedric. For the sake of his eye feast, he picked a kind of clothes that could entice his eyes. And he could see that she didn't wear a bra! Man!
Was it too late for her to learn how to behave?! f**k!
But… he was the one who did that. And he knew… woman doesn't wear a bra during nights. Shit! Groaning, he got up from his bed and rubbed his eyes harshly. He wore his shoes and walked out. He saw Eleanor was checking out the guest room. And he could guess she was trying to change rooms. He let her do things she wanted. He went back to the room and took a cold shower and changed himself into pajamas.
He went to his study and worked there. He wondered if Eleanor would be comfortable working from home. Cedric was so immersed in work that he didn't notice the time. While Eleanor went back to the dining table and started conversing with Mrs. Aubrey. Eleanor talked about her diet with Mrs. Aubrey. Mrs. Aubrey made some changes in a way that wouldn't intrude on her diet and her cravings. Eleanor was more than happy to do that and then they both started conversing about the dinner. Eleanor was already craving the chicken stew. And the chicken stew was already made, and now she wanted to eat more.
For some reason, All Eleanor could think was food, food, food, food, and food. Her brain was filled with food only. She just couldn't think about her problems or anything but food. And she was doing it.
And from the servants, he could hear them gossiping in a surprising way that Eleanor only minded eating everything instead of being scared or crying. They even praised her that Eleanor was one of a kind. Cedric just smiled hearing them. Indeed, she was really one of a kind.
She is a hot yet cold dessert.
Cedric has no words to describe her. She was a kind of feeling that when he was suffering on a hot sunny day in a dessert she was the chilled beer he came to rescue him. But he became the trigger of her burning volcano in her life.
And she was still a burning volcano with hot lava. He needs to calm her down. As usual, a volcano takes time to calm down completely and just like that even Eleanor takes time to calm down. And for that, he needs to work hard.
After finishing his work, he went down and heard Eleanor was in the dining hall, eating her food. He just shook his head in speechlessness. God! She was really a glutton. If she eats like this she would become fat in a month. But nevertheless, his woman can eat everything. And he would like her whether she was fat or thin.
Reaching the dining hall, he took the opposite seat to her. Eleanor didn't even spare a glance at Cedric. She just relished her dishes. Unknowingly, a smile formed on Cedric's face as he watched her eat. Maids came over and served him dishes. He continued to eat his food as he stared at her. Eleanor was feeling unhappy because she doesn't want to share her food with him. Maybe she was greedy. Ah… hell yes! She was! But so what?! She can eat and drink however she wanted.
After she was done eating she went to the guest room to sleep. After all, she doesn't have any work. She would just avoid Cedric and his presence. Then she was safe, at least that's what she thought. When she was about to go to the guest room, she realized she didn't have her slippers. She went back to the bedroom to get them. Just when she was about to get out of the Cedric appeared and stood in front of the door hovering over her small frame. Eleanor has to agree that Cedric was so tall. And in front of him, she looked like a baby.
Eleanor now wasn't in the mood to argue with him, she tried to get away from him but he didn't let her.
"Aren't you gonna sleep with me, love?" he asked with a mischievous smirk on his lips.
'Love?' this word erupted tingles in her both heart and body. How she wished that he said these words from the bottom of his heart? But he didn't. He loved that snake. And the snake girl. With a sigh… she tried to get past him but couldn't.
"I need to go to the guest room," she said without even looking at Cedric.
Cedric felt a pang in his chest. She wasn't even talking or looking at him. And the words she uttered just now… don't even count.
He wants her to take his name lovingly and do many things to her. But he could only expect those things.
"No need. Sleep her… with me," he said as he looked at her face but still, Eleanor didn't look at him.
"Mr. Emerson, please make away. I need to leave," she said in a tight voice. Cedric removed his shirt and threw it somewhere. He then picked her up and put her on the bed as he joined her in the bed. Before she could say something, he pulled the blanket over them and wrapped his hand around her waist.
If it was a normal situation then Eleanor would felt tingles in her belly but now… she didn't. She felt disgusted. She remembered the words when he called her a whore. Eleanor wasn't a whore or a slut for him to use whenever he wants or to discard whenever he wants.
She tried to get away from his grip but couldn't. She was no match for his physical strength. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't just get away from him.
"Leave!" she yelled.
"No baby. You are stuck with me for this life," he said with a smile.
"How? As a whore? I would rather die than be your personal slut!" Eleanor yelled at him.
Every word tuned into a sharp knife and sliced through his veins. He knew… he was the one who said those words. But he never thought that Eleanor would remember them.
[Saying… as if it was a good memory for her to forget.] his innerself mocked him.
Indeed, according to human psychology, people tend to forget the good things that happened to them but they remember the bad things.
"I said leave!" Eleanor yelled in an irritated voice.
"I said… I won't," Cedric said with the same stubbornness. Eleanor flinched at his anger. She could feel her body was started to shiver in fear.
"Listen carefully. Whether your family is dead or alive. I don't care, but I only care about you. And you care about your family. So… now… shut up and sleep," he said in anger.
Cedric couldn't understand why couldn't this woman understand a single thing. He was doing so much for her and her family. He even has to bear with that Nathaira. He has to take the path that he left years ago just for her sake.
Can't she see or understand his efforts?
[It's as if you said to her what you are doing and what was going in her mind?] his inner self was back with a bang.
'Care?' this word wasn't leaving her brain. How did it get in there?
Oh… yeah… he said that he cares about her. In what way? Like a whore, a prostitute, and a slut. He cares about her in that way.
She hoped she left this place and him for once and all. She wants her child to be happy and safe. But why was it so hard for her to do that. This man was a literal raging bull. She couldn't scold him or do anything. He was now acting as he cared about her. She couldn't take this.
"Leave," she said despite the fear crawling into every inch of her skin.
"I said I won't," he said.
"Didn't you call me a who…" Before Eleanor could say something, Cedric captured her lips.