Chapter 66: Chapter 66

Chapter 66

From his clear face, his forehead furrowed slightly. I couldn't take my eyes off him even when he touched my other cheek as if his finger was caressing me.

I just looked straight into his eyes and he looked straight into my face.

"Why are you so wet from the rain?" there was a hint of concern in his voice when he asked me.

"None of your business, Neil," I replied then removed his hand from my cheek. I also took my eyes off him and backed away slightly. I didn't expect what he did. He stepped forward towards me.

"That'll make you sick, Pershey," he said.

Before I answered, I wiped my face from forehead down because I was so wet. I felt the cold again, so I was very close to my elbow.

"You don't care," I replied.

"You're going to get sick, Pershey," he insisted.

“And so? As if you care.” I backed away again and he advanced on me again. "Just leave me alone, Neil," I ordered but instead of following what I said, he suddenly pulled me by the arm, so I could almost sink into his chest, to his comfy jacket. I could feel the cold but I could feel his hand on my back more as if he was hugging me, so I tried to let go of his embrace but his arm tightened around me.

I could hear the pounding of his chest and I could hear it even more than the heavy downpour and the thunder and lightning.

"Why are you bathing in the rain?" he asked. That's not what I want but for him to let me go.

"Is it cold?" I asked so slowly that the bandage of his arm was removed from mine. I took one step back.

"Are you okay?"

I laughed mentally at his question, so I couldn’t immediately answer his question.

‘Do I look like okay?’

"Does it obvious?" I don’t understand what he means by that. It's just the first time I've seen such a facial expression. He is suddenly changing.

"Are you crying?" I could almost close my eyes at his question. Was it obvious that I was crying earlier? That's why I chose to take a bath in the rain while crying because I knew no one would notice that I was crying. How did he notice? Are my eyes still red? Is it still swollen?

"N-n-n-no."

He took off his jacket, he was now wearing only a white T-shirt. I didn’t expect what he did. He wrapped the jacket he was taking off on my body.

I was amazed at what he did and I would have returned the jacket when he refused it.

He walked forward, so maybe we were only half a meter away.

He was looking into my eyes and those looks were what I was looking forward to then.

"Even if you take a bath in the rain, I can still see in your eyes that you are crying."

I frowned slightly at what he said. ‘Why? Is it obvious that I’m crying? ’

"No," I insisted. “I'm not—” I stopped when he wiped my cheek.

"You can get through that too," he said softly and gently and a smile appeared on his lips as he looked at me and gently wiped my cheek with one of his hands and his other hand was holding an umbrella.

I couldn't speak to the strange things he was saying and doing. I'm not used to him being like that to me.

The heavy burden of my chest seemed to be slightly reduced. I seemed to forget the pain for a moment.

"I'll take you home," he offered and I shook my head. "I'll just take you to make sure that you can go home safely," he explained but I shook my head again. "It's raining, Per—"

"I want to be alone," I answered quickly, so he stopped from what he was saying. "Don't worry about me."

“Please, I will take you home. You are soaked in the rain. You need to change your clothes and rest,” he still insisted to me but I laughed along with the slight shivering of my body due to the extreme cold.

"N-n-n-no need," I refused his offer but instead of him just leaving and letting me, he held me by the arm as if inviting me to go with him.

I looked at my arm that he was holding and my forehead was still a bit wrinkled even though my body was shaking.

"Pardon me," he said and then he walked still clinging to my arm, so I could do nothing but follow him.

I just stared at him even though he turned his back on me as we walked. He no longer had the umbrella but was already in place with me. He was the one who got wet in the rain but it seemed like he just didn't care. He didn't seem to feel like he was getting wet in the rain.

What is happening to him now? So many changes to him. Has the potion of love worked?

He stopped so I stopped too. He was already wet from the rain but he didn't seem to feel it and he didn't seem to be afraid of getting sick.

Using my right hand, I moved the umbrella to keep her from getting wet in the rain. It's okay for me to get wet in the rain since I'm already very wet.

We came across a white car that had turned.

"Hop in," he ordered. I knew I was the one he was referring to but I looked at both sides just to make sure that I was really the one he was ordering to get in the car.

"What?"

"Hop in now, I'm getting cold," he said a little but his voice still seemed natural and it wasn't obvious to him that he was getting cold.

I wouldn't have gotten in his car but I feel guilty because he might get sick because of me and I don't want to be the one to blame when he gets sick.

He also immediately got in and drove the car. No noise entered us as he drove. I just sat quietly and hugged myself. He in turn focused his attention on driving.

I was distracted or maybe my eyes were just avoiding looking at him and maybe Neil and I accidentally looked at each other. This is just the first time I’ve been with him. This was the first time he had put me in his car and advised me not to get wet in the rain.

The weight of what I’ve been feeling since last night seems to have gone away in these moments. I feel my heart beating normally as if I know nothing of what happened. I feel comfortable and I feel no pain.

Of the things that came to my mind I looked at him who was still driving. I just stared even though he turned his back on me. I also noticed that his body was shaking. His clothes were soaked in the rain.

I remembered that I was wearing the jacket he took off. I took off my jacket and handed it to him. He barely looked at me as if it were just a normal facial expression.

"Use it," I commanded shyly. I looked in the mirror above his head and he was looking right at me.

"Wear that," he also ordered me. I didn’t remove my hand still handing him the jacket. He had to wear his jacket because it was his jacket. He was cold so he needed a filter. I was able to endure getting my clothes wet and my whole body wet. I can even cope with the extreme pain and heaviness I feel somehow.

"No, no, Neil," I refused and forced him to hand me the jacket.

"Wear that, it doesn't make me cold or cold."

"But you said you're getting cold," I reasoned. "All right, put it on or I'll get out of this car," I threatened him so he stopped the car and turned to me. Our eyes met.

I can't explain what kind of look he's doing because it seems so chaotic that I can't explain.

He was obviously just being forced based on his facial expression with a simultaneous sigh. He put on his jacket and then looked back at the steering wheel.

He had both hands on the steering wheel but he still didn't start the car again so my forehead wrinkled a bit again.

I was about to speak when he spoke, he said, "Don't let it rain again," he said so I was a little surprised that I didn't notice. He wasn't looking at me either and he wouldn't notice my reaction.

I didn't know what to say to what he said. My tongue seemed to move around my mouth so I might not be able to speak.

"Your parents will worry about you when you get sick," he added, as if suddenly reviving me. All the weight on my chest that I had lost a moment ago seemed to return. I felt my heart ache again with each beat of it. It seemed as if my muscles were being pierced by sharp objects with every breath I took along with every beat of my heart.

When he mentioned my parents, all the facts about my personality came back to my mind.

They? Worry about me? Maybe they'll worry about me but that's not what I want. Did they think about how I would feel? When they kept the truth a secret from me, didn't they even think that their lies to me might break my heart? Didn't they even think 'How's Pershey?' How about me?

"Here we are," he said to my slight surprise. I peeked out the window and saw our mansion.

My mind floated in the air and in the middle of nowhere. I didn't realize that we were here outside the gate of our mansion.

"Okay, thankyou."

I got out of the car and he didn't get out but he looked out the window and looked at me.

He smiled at me so I smiled too somehow despite the bitterness, pain, and agony my heart felt.

He was already driving away, meanwhile, I was just standing outside the gate. I noticed Driver Gong running inside.

My feet seemed out of condition to walk inwards where I knew my parents were waiting for me.

How do I deal with them? What about them?