Chapter 25: Chapter 25

I slowly but steadily flap my eyes open. My head hurts a lot and I felt like it's going to snap into two. I gently sit up from what I think it's bed but I'm yet to understand where I am or the nature of my environment.

I used my two palms to hold onto my head, maybe it will help reduce the excruciating pain in my head.

I close my eyes believing it will help subsidize the pain and also clear my blurry view.

I stayed in that state for some while before I gently opened my eyes when I felt that the pain had gone down.

When I opened my eyes, I finally found a clear view instead of a blurry view. I used this opportunity to check out my environment to know where I am…. I don't remember anything.

I started from the left to scrutinize the spacious room that looks extravagant despite being partially empty. The little things in the room look delusive and no one needed to tell me that this room belongs to someone extremely rich.

This isn't me and my husband's room, where am I? I think I'm not in the mansion. Why can't I remember anything?

Looking round the room and taking in its beauty from the left side to the right side, my eyes abruptly fall on a figure sitting beside the bed.

I literally flinched because that was a sudden glimpse. I gulped down in a measly fear but I know it will grow if it turns out that I've been kidnapped because that's the only thing that will explain why I'm in a strange room with a strange person.

Looking so closely, I realized that the person is a man and staring more attentively, I was able to recognize him as my husband.

My husband! What's he doing here? I mean what are we doing here? This doesn't seem like our room.

Seeing my husband here with me, I slightly doubted myself for making a conclusion that this isn't our room. I found myself looking round the room once again but in the end I was actually right… This room looks nothing like our room.

I got more confused on how we ended up here. I don't know but I felt convinced that since my husband is with me, I don't need to fear. I felt unimaginably protected and safe.

I stare back at my husband whose head was on the edge of the bed and his body on a stool which stood beside the bed.

Why's he sleeping in this position and which room are we?

He looks like someone who has been taking care of someone and unknowingly slept off in the process. Was he taking care of me?

I quickly shook my head negatively. No, I don't think so. My husband can't do something like that for me.

But why do I need someone to take care of me? Did something happen to me? Are we still in the mansion or somewhere else?

Gosh! What happened to me and why can't I remember anything? How did I end up with my husband in a strange room?

I close my eyes so that I will think deep, maybe it will help me recall what I couldn't remember.

Slowly, the memories I think I've lost came rushing through my mind.

I remember going to the birthday party of Jocelyn's cousin —Juliana.

I and Jocelyn dressed up so finely even to the extent of not recognizing myself through the mirror due to how beautiful I turned out to be.

I got shy at the party because of the way most people were staring at me. I later bonded with Jocelyn's friends whom I thought I wouldn't get so acquainted with. They were so nice to me.

At the middle of the party, I drank a non-alcoholic red wine given to me by one of the waitresses at the party.

I was dancing with one of Jocelyn's male friends before I started feeling dizzy, hot and sleepy…. It was an eccentric feeling that I couldn't comprehend.

I excused myself in the middle of the dance to saunter towards the restroom. The last thing I remembered was passing through the long pathway before the dizziness took over me completely, I felt weak on my legs. I think something was added to that drink of mine because that's the only thing that could explain why I suddenly felt dizzy but why would someone add something to my drink, was it that waitress?

I was about to fall due to weakness on my body but someone caught me. I couldn't see the face of the person that was holding me but I knew it to be a man due to the strong hand that gripped me.

I heard a scungy voice which said something lustful to my ear 'This will be a long night beauty. Don't worry I'm going to make you feel good'

At that moment, I didn't know why I felt that whosoever that caught me in his arms was the one that murmured those words to my ear and he planned to do something bad to me.

And that was it… I didn't remember anything else that happened afterwards. After hearing that voice, I was engulfed by darkness and that was the last thing I remembered.

How did I end up here and with my husband?

Wait…. Could it be that my husband was at the party? Did he save me from that man whom I believe that really wanted to do something uncalled-for to me, maybe to rape me?

I remembered Jocelyn said that famous celebrities were going to be at the party. My husband is famous, so it's possible for him to be at the birthday party.

Oh! no, I didn't tell my husband that I would be at that party. I hope he isn't angry at me. But if he's angry at me he wouldn't have saved me or was he not the one that saved me? I just can't tell.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard my husband's voice. I quickly looked at him, I was so lost in thought that I didn't even know when he woke up.

“You are awake," he said. His dark eyes are full of concern and also relief.

Was he worried about me? He isn't angry but worried, that's unlike my husband or maybe I misinterpreted the look in his eyes.

“Are you feeling okay now?" He asked as his palm made its way to check my forehead. I think he wants to find out whether I have a fever or not.

“Your temperature is good," he heaved a sigh of relief which surprised me. This isn't the way someone who was supposed to be angry at you should act towards you.

After saying those words, an awkward silence erupted and his eyes were stuck on me, staring deeply at me. The look in his eyes wasn't bound with anger rather it's filled with relief…. Like that look you give to your dear one whom you thought you will lose but didn't lose them in the end. While looking at them, you will be wondering how your life would be without them and you will feel like scolding them not to risk their life again but you restricted yourself because you love them so much and can't get yourself to scold them.

As usual I felt shy with his eyes glued on me and I took my eyes away from him and let them fall on my fidgeting fingers.

I wanted to think that he's mad at me for going to the party without telling him and he's staring at me because he's thinking of a punishment to give me but the look in his eyes says something else.

This is the first time I was able to read my husband's emotions through his eyes. His eyes are always so cold and blank that you can't read through them but it's different now. His feelings were visible, he couldn't hide it…. It's surprising to me.

“Why did you go to the party and who invited you?" He asked, snapping me once again from my thoughts.

Oh no! It seems that he's mad at me. I think I once again misinterpreted the look in his eyes thinking that he wasn't mad at me.

“I…. My friend Jocelyn invited me, it was her cousin's birthday party. I'm sorry for not telling you that I was going…."

“I'm not angry at you," he cut my sentence off. I glance at him with a flicker of bewilderment in my eyes. “You don't need my permission to go anywhere you feel like going but you need to be careful not to get into danger. You are my wife and not my slave."

Wife and not slave. I don't know why I blushed at that word. Does he now consider me as his wife?

It was my mother who told me that it's advisable for married women to take permission from their husband before doing anything but it seems that my husband doesn't need me to take permission from him to do anything.

“And you shouldn't dress the way you did dress at the party. It was so…"

He added but couldn't complete his sentence. I think he's fond of leaving his words hanging in the air. I wonder what was wrong with the way I dressed to the party. How will I know when he didn't complete his sentence.

“Thank you for saving me," I didn't know when those words slipped off my lips but I felt there's a need to thank him.

“For what?" He asked and I quickly regretted saying those words to him. Maybe he isn't the one that saved me.

“I...thought you were the one that saved me from the man that wanted to…"

I couldn't complete my words. I feel abashed to say the word rape. From the tone of that man's voice, I was sure that was what he planned to do to me.

There were some seconds silent before he spoke up, “Don't worry I've dealt with that bastard and I will still deal with him again," I feel that his voice was laced with anger but not for me, I believe it's for the man that wanted to take advantage of me.

So he was the one that saved me but he acted as if he wasn't the one some minutes ago.

How did he find me? I was sure that I was the only one with that man in that quiet pathway when I fainted.

Was his eyes and attention on me at the party?

No, I don't think so. Why would his eyes be on me when he should be enjoying himself with other women at the party like I believe he always does. Maybe he happened to pass through that pathway and found me. I'm glad he was there to save me, I can't imagine myself losing my virginity to a stinky strange man.

“You must be hungry, I will go make some food for you. While I'm at that, you can have your bath in the bathroom over there," he said pointing at a grayish door.

What! He wants to make some food for me? I was greatly flabbergasted and I quickly looked at him in shock.