After the incident in the bedroom, we went down for breakfast, not speaking a word to each other as we ate,
We stole glances at each other, once in a while, but couldn't say a word to one another.
I never intended to cry in front of him, but I couldn't control myself. I just missed my family so much.
If I could just run away from this place, I'd be happy, to at least be away from this hell and see my parents again, at least I'd see my parents, and I would be happy again.
I just played with the food on my plate, not having the appetite to eat anything. I just feel lonely, empty, I don't even know what to feel.
A lone sigh escaped my lips as I stood from my seat, ready to leave the table.
"Where are you going?" Caden asked, leaning in his seat. He was already done with his food.
"I'm not hungry," I muttered, not sparing him a glance. "I'll be in my room," I added before walking away.
I sighed as I walked up the stairs, feeling dejected. "I hate him," I murmured, frowning deeply at everything as I rushed up the stairs and to my room, shutting the door with great force that could shake the entire mansion.
I leaned on the door and broke down once again, crying and sliding down the door, my knees reaching my chest as I poured my heart out.
I just hate everything. I hate this house and I hate him, I hate him so much, for separating me from my parents, from my comfort zone, I hate him with everything.
CADEN'S POV
My eyes have been glued to her since we began eating, unable to take my eyes off her. She is different from the females I've come across, she's pure, she's....she has this gentle character that attracts me to her, I just feel this connection between us.
And seeing her cry, it broke my heart, it made me feel like the bad guy, which I am, for taking her away from her family. But I had no choice, Father has been bugging me to find a partner by the end of the month, so he would retire as a happy man. And he needs someone who would take over his businesses.
Felicia sighed, dropping her utensils and standing up, "Where are you going?" I asked, leaning in my seat, already finished with my food.
"I'm not hungry," she muttered, not sparing me a glance. "I'll be in my room," she added before walking away.
I sighed as I watched her head for the stairs. A Weird feeling swirling in my chest, a feeling I am unfamiliar with, an unknown feeling I can't place my hand on.
I don't know what it is, but it's making me feel guilty about what I've done to her family, the only comfort she had.
"What is wrong with you?" I muttered to myself, "Why are you feeling guilty for her? What happened to the heartless, unrelenting, unforgiving Caden? What is she doing to you?" I mused.
Ever since she entered my life, I have been feeling profoundly different. Even when I saw her with Philip, I got slightly mad that she was talking to him, but why?
The maids came in, cleaning up the table, and it dawned on me, 'she barely ate a thing,' which made me worry a bit.
"Make something for her to eat," I commanded, and they nodded, knowing who I was talking about. "And when you're done, take it up to her room," I added, standing and heading for the stairs.
I should check on her, hoping she isn't hurting herself or anything.
When I got there and was about to knock, I heard faint sobs.
My brows etched in a frown, "She is crying? But why?" I inwardly asked myself in wonder. My face paled as I realised why she was breaking down. I leaned on the door.
My heart tells me to make her happy, but my ego wouldn't let me; it would break my facade. "I can't," I murmured before walking away, going where I can keep my emotions in check.
FELICIA'S POV
After crying for a long time, I felt hungry, but I didn't feel like getting out of bed. However, my stomach grumbled in frustration, compelling me to move my limbs and eat.
I had no choice but to force myself to move, but when I was about to drag myself out of bed, a knock reverberated from the door, which broke my chain of thoughts.
"Madam, Young Master sent lunch." The maid informed.
I breathed, relieved of not stepping out of the room. "Should I come in, madam?"
"Yes," my voice was hoarse from crying too much, "please come in." My voice was a bit louder than before.
She came in with a trolley of food, stopping right beside the bed. She started plating the food, "Oh, they smell so good." I moaned in my mind, they look delicious too.
I forced myself to sit, although my body ached. "Thank you," I muttered, taking the tray and placing it on my lap.
The maid bowed and left the room, closing the door behind her.
'Caden is so generous-' I thought, but stopped, I shouldn't be thinking about him, and he's 'generous,' ugh! I must be insane. Someone who took me away from my family is suddenly generous? I should leave this place soon, I'm starting to go mad.
I ate my food in silence as I thought of a way to escape this place. I don't know what is starting to go wrong with me.
****
After eating my food, the maid came in immediately like she was watching me, taking the tray and walking to the door, but before she could step out, I stopped her.
"Umm, could you please come back after you're done with the dishes?" I murmured, almost inaudible, but she heard.
"Sure, madam," she replied politely before turning on her heels to leave, closing the door behind her.
i swung my legs over the bed and walked to the bathroom, turning on the faucet and letting the water run for a while, leaning slightly and cupping my hands under the faucet, washing my face a couple times and looking at my reflection, sighing audibly before drying my face, my mind in a maze of thoughts as I left the bathroom.
Sitting back on my bed, I sighed again, and like the wind, the maid entered the room with a small knock. I didn't hear it, though but I didn't mind.
my face remained calm as she walked up to me, "you asked to return madam, do you need anything?" she asked, her voice steady with submission, her eyes not looking at her instead it looked just above my head.
"I want to leave this place," I started, she showed no reaction or emotion, "and I need your help." I breathed, calm on the outside but panicking on the inside as her eyes moved to where I was.
"I can't help you escape but you could do some research in the library and maybe you could find your way," she explained, "I am deeply sorry but I can't help you, if young master finds out, I don't know what is going to happen to me and my family."
'family?' she has a family?
i can't even think of putting her at risk, or her family.
"okay," I replied in a low voice, "please take me to the library."
she nodded and motioned for me to follow her, I stood up from the bed and trailled behind her like a lost dog.
i needed to leave this place by any means possible.