As the lights suddenly turned on, my eyes shut for a moment in an instant, and then I slowly opened my eyes, adjusting to the light. Mr. Wolfe didn't speak at all but sat on the floor beside me, which left me beyond shocked. It was unbelievable that the great Mr. Wolfe sat on the floor beside me.
"Eat." He ordered while he kept his gaze on me. "It's your favorite."
I looked at my favorite chicken roast with cucumbers and other vegetables on the side. It was truly a shock to me that he even knew my favorite food.
As our eyes met, I asked in a low tone, "How's Mira?"
"She's fine." He clenched his jaw. "Nothing happened to her. Yet."
"Please don't stop the payment…"
He avoided my gaze as he spoke, "You endured the punishment of being locked up. I didn't stop the payment."
"Thank you." Again I started to cry, but this time feeling relaxed.
"Stop crying and eat." He ordered again, probably irritated by me.
With my shivering hands, I took a bite of it. My stomach screamed in joy and satisfaction as I provided it with food instead of making it suffer more.
As I savored my favorites, he said in his deep voice, "How dare you think you can worry me by doing a stupid hunger strike? I am a man who doesn't even care if someone dies in front of me."
"But you did come." A gentle smile appeared on my lips. "Maybe you are not someone who ignores people dying. Maybe you do care about people."
"No one's as wrong as you." He let out a smirk. Then, making a serious expression, he said, "I am not done with you yet. How can I let you starve yourself to death?"
His words put me in place. The only reason he arrived was because he was not done with me yet. Else, he wouldn't even have taken a look at my dying state.
"I need to take a bath." I said, standing straight. I skipped taking baths just like I skipped having meals.
My legs wobbled, still not feeling the energy I needed. My head spun for a moment as I took my step forward. Before I gained my normal composure, I was lifted up from the ground, and my feet dangled in the air as he held me in his arms.
"You are weak." He replied nonchalantly.
"I can manage." I said, but he didn't reply.
I gulped as I looked at him, and for support, I wrapped my arms around his neck to stay in place.
A strange sensation formed in my stomach as I realized we both were in the same bathroom. He rolled up the sleeves of his black shirt and held my top to take it off, but I held his hand, stopping him.
"Mr. Wolfe! Please leave. Your designer clothes will be ruined."
He didn't bother with my words and took off my top. It was not new for me to be naked in front of him, but for some reason a whirlwind of emotions hit my body.
His gaze rested on my boobs for a moment, and just when I expected him to use me again as his pleasure provider, he averted his gaze. In one quick motion, he pulled my pants down and took the body wash into his hands.
When he was about to turn the shower on, I stopped him, saying, "You will get wet."
"I don't care."
For the first time, there was no lust in his eyes even though I was totally naked. My stomach twisted, and redness was painted on my body as he touched my intimate parts in the name of a shower, but he showed no emotion. His palms rubbed my chest, waistline, and even down there. A little moan escaped my mouth even though I tried so hard to suppress it.
Only I was reacting. He simply helped me bathe and ran his hands over me so carefully as if I were any delicate leaf.
By the time I finished my shower, he was drenched. He wrapped the towel around me and again held me in his arms to finally put me on the bed.
"Guess I need a shower now." He let out a sigh.
As he turned around to go to the bathroom, I held his hand, stopping him. I only felt grateful for not taking advantage in the shower when he could have done that without restraints or restrictions. "Thank you!"
He simply looked at me for a moment and said before leaving, "You better not violate the rules again because the next time, I'm going to destroy everything."
The next day, I stepped out of the room. I felt elated as I roamed around, at least in the villa. When I reached the main hall, I saw Mr. Wolfe reading a magazine.
I thought he left last night, but seeing him still in the villa surprised me. He glanced at me for a moment and stood straight to lead me to the dining table.
"Let's have the breakfast."
I didn't object. We both had our breakfast in silence until he gave me my phone back, saying, "I got it repaired. You can talk to your sister now."
Happily, I took it from his hands and noticed a few missed calls and messages from the caretaker and Matthew.
"Just because I gave your phone back doesn't mean you can do anything you want. By now, you should understand who you belong to. So, be careful who you talk to… or hug and kiss."
His tone, which was layered with warning, made me understand he was talking about Matthew. After everything that happened, I couldn't even dare have a normal conversation with Matthew, let alone hug him.
After breakfast, a few people entered with multiple shopping bags. I looked at Mr. Wolfe, questioning with my eyes, but he didn't say anything and walked away. When I first moved into the villa, he had already bought me a few branded clothes, which I rarely wore, and I didn't understand the need for new designer clothes.
It seemed like he was apologizing for his actions with the luxury. Like an adult buying candy for the kid as an apology, he bought me the expensive clothes. He didn't have to apologise, but it seemed that way. Or it was my overthinking.
However, a bright smile appeared on my lips as I touched the rich fabric. I loved them. Growing up with only a few pairs of clothes in my small wardrobe, it had always been a dream for me to wear a designer dress at least once in my life. And the dream came true, but at what cost? It felt like I was a parrot stuck in a golden cage.
In the evening, after talking to my sister, I scrolled through my cellphone, checking the messages and missed calls I received. After replying with the same lie, "My phone fell, and I sent it to repair," to everyone, I saw an e-mail that made me jump out of my bed.
"Ms. Elira Yung! This is the manager of our newly opened restaurant, 'EatNdLove.' We have come across your profile, and after verifying, it seems you are suitable for the position as my assistant. This is a full-time position with various benefits. Please visit this weekend to discuss this further."