The villa that Laia's father had prepared for us was a beautiful, secluded property with stunning views of the ocean. As we arrived, Mr. Adler reminded us of the importance of our union and left us alone.
As we settled into the villa with the help of the people arranged by Laia's father, we found ourselves feeling awkward and unsure of how to interact with one another. We had spent the past month apart, and our one-night stand seemed like a distant memory.
The butler and the head maid led us to the room on the second floor that we would be sharing from today onwards. I was staring at Laia's face the whole time; I didn't even remember the names or the faces of the servants because she was so silent, and it was making me extremely uncomfortable for some reason.
I stopped by the door, looking at a huge master bedroom with a huge window that could overlook the ocean in the distance. There was also a king-size bed on the left, near the window, and a huge bathroom on the right. The wardrobe might not be as fancy as the wardrobe of rich people in movies, but it was made with clear glass closet doors and some well-placed lighting strips along the rails and shelves, enabling us to see what's inside at a glance. There's also a door leading to a veranda.
"I thought you already changed for the better. You're still the quiet and indifferent girl I used to know," I teased in an attempt to break the ice as I looked back at her while still standing by the door.
She smirked lightly and pushed me into the room, locking the door behind her.
"What?! Who told you to get along with my father's whims? I told you to run, idiot!" she retorted as she pushed me away before walking in front of the bathroom.
I was speechless and annoyed at how easily she could say that I should have run from the grasp of her father.
"You know they are armed, right? I could die—" I rattled before pausing briefly as I remembered a more important matter that was supposed to be addressed immediately. "Wait! No! That's not entirely the point. Is it true? You're pregnant?" I asked frantically.
"So what?! Don't act like you will take responsibility. It doesn't suit you at all," she said without looking in my direction.
"Can you face me while talking to me?" I demanded as I pulled her arm, turning her around before pinning her against the door of the bathroom.
"Can we talk later? I really feel under the weather," she whispered with a trembling tone.
I could see her pale complexion despite the makeup as she broke out in a cold sweat. I felt like I suddenly became the bad guy.
"W-What... I-I didn't do anything." I stammered in panic.
She suddenly grabbed my arm and leaned forward to me while mumbling words I couldn't hear before she slid down as if she had lost her strength. Luckily, I caught her in time. I didn't know what to do at the moment, but I couldn't leave her alone.
"Hello! Anyone outside? Can someone help us here?" I screamed in confusion.
"No. Just leave it be. I'll be fine. Don't make a fuss," she mumbled as she tightened her grip on my arm.
My heart was pounding, and I was extremely taken aback to see her suffer for an unknown reason. My anger was suddenly washed away by the shock of seeing her in pain. We did not get along well when we were young, but we never hurt one another, except when I hurt her during the first grade. We have never had an actual hate fight since then. I was traumatized seeing her silent cries at that time when we were in first grade. That was the reason I couldn't bear to see anyone in pain in front of me, to the point that my friends kept calling me a softy for years.
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Aziel: Ex Mafia's Son-in-law
عاطفيةAziel had a chance encounter with Laia, a girl he knew from his grade school days, in a pub. Though they had been classmates, they had never really gotten along and had often been at odds with one another, with Laia even slapping him in the past due...
