𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐠𝐞 ✔️

Chapter 12

CHAPTER TWELVE

Damien is confusing me….

After our bickering in the morning, he gave me a silent treatment. If he emitted then it was to put me back in my words which had hurt him. He ordered me to leave his car when I was hoping he would drop me back home. He refused to have dinner too, but for some reason, he helped me cook by lying about the fact that he wasn’t hungry.

When it was ready, he again lied about not being hungry anymore. Although I could read the expressions on his face, he was starving for real good and I didn’t understand why he acted the way he did this evening. Was he angry with me or not? 

Thinking about it, I remembered the short conversation I had with Hardy before I got off his car he wanted me to stay beware of Damien but if possible, I should try to look for clues in his house to help him solve the case, I caught the side of my lower lip between my teeth, unsure of what is going on.

If I was continuing to live with Damien as a tenant as he wants then I needed clarification and perhaps a talk. I served the food on a plate and covered the contents with another one as a lid to not let it get cold while I brought it up to his bedroom. I could use this as an excuse to begin the talk. Even if things remain the same, even if he gives me a cold shoulder I ain’t letting him sleep empty stomach, especially when the fault is mine to begin with.

I ascended the last steps of the stairs which ends a few feet away from his bedroom. I inhaled a deep breath to calm my nerves and proceed to walk further until I stopped right in front of his door and knocked loudly yet hastily.

“Mr. Wlyder?” I moved on to call him, having a feeling deep down that he has no plan to answer the knocks on his door tonight. But he told me without uttering a word that he had no plans to reply to my calls either which left me with a single option. 

I firmed my grip on the handle, somehow hoping it would be unlocked and locked together. Automatically, my right hand pushed the knob regardless of my permission and it creaked open, slightly enough to reveal the lights of his room making a thin way out to where I was standing. I pushed a little more to form a space that my body could use to get inside. As soon as I stepped in, my eyes first landed on the owner of this place standing like a ghost on the balcony unbothered by my presence even though we both have figured out by now that he is aware I am in his room.

I set the plate in the center of his desk table before taking a small walk near him, I softly used my knuckles to hit the glass window behind him which was dividing the room and the area he was currently on, to whirl his attention in my direction which he never did, so I spoke, “I brought you your dinner,”

Hearing my voice, he inclined further onto the iron railing where he rested his arms nonchalantly, “Thank you.” I felt a spark of happiness growing in my chest when he responded but his next words vanished from me, “But there was no need for it,”