Chapter 25: Chapter 25

I didn’t interact with them at first and let Cole explain since my body couldn’t take anything. Now. I can’t even get up. It’s just bothersome since it’s still happening where I’m already planning. I also attempt to open my eyes so I don’t dream what I dreamed. It’s frightening since my fever can worsen if I dream about it again. I’m also becoming hungry because I haven’t eaten since last night and during our trip. So maybe I’m failing as well and my body has no energy.

When the door creaked, I couldn’t see who was behind it. I also don’t believe I’ll be able to sleep well here now since they built everything of wood and everything makes noise. I’ve also seen that some houses are so old that it’s frightening that one of them may suddenly collapse while it’s pouring heavily. I was going to get up from lying down when I was stopped and told to go back to bed.

“You shouldn’t move first to get your resistance back. You’re probably too tired, so you have a fever. You should also rest once in a while,” he said, as if I were his younger sister who played on the road and it rained, so I got a fever, but even then I couldn’t get angry because it had been a few years since the last person to be concerned about me. Well, Adonis is concerned about me, but I haven’t had a fever because of his help. After all, I don’t ignore myself, so when I become sick, I am missing it when someone is taking care of me.

I instantly smelled porridge because the ginger in it made my stomach growl even louder. Cole laughed at me as I blushed in shame at the sound. What if he sees all of my flaws? I feel like he’s already seen all the ugliness he can see. I’m not sure where to place my humiliation, but he’s still determined to take care of me. I want to feel bad about what he’s doing because, once he takes care of me, my aim with his company is to ruin it with him. I don’t want to think about my retaliation against him today.

“Who cooked it?” I asked. He scooped the porridge into the bowl and blew it. While I was salivating and waiting for him to place it in my mouth, I simply watched him do it. I wasn’t sure what to anticipate, whether it would be him blowing me food or his response to my query. I’m not aware of any topics that could be discussed with him. Almost all of Adonis did a background check on him, and the only information I recall about him was about his grandma. He placed the porridge in my mouth once it had cooled on the wooden spoon.

“I cooked it. My grandmother taught it to me. Since I was the one who took care of her when she got sick, I studied the foods she could eat. It wasn’t easy for me because all I knew to do was hold a laptop and pen.” Somehow I was saddened by what he said. Maybe that’s why he also doesn’t want to open the topic about his grandmother because everything is still fresh for him as me for my parents.

“I am sorry about your grandma.” I didn’t know what to tell him because of that. Back then I wanted to know about him why he was a favorite grandchild, now I kind of understand that. They were right, no matter how ugly a person’s behavior, they still have a soft side. He scooped the porridge again.

“What about you? We didn’t talk about our lives when we had dinner because we talked about Everdeen. You mentioned that you have a grandma too. Care to share? It’s okay if you don’t want to.” His eyes were full of sympathy as if he was waiting for my story and as if his eyes were telling me he will listen. How can I tell him I’m don’t have a grandmother?

“Actually ...”

“Hmm?” The third time he put the porridge in my mouth, I was able to think of what I was going to say. Even though he was interested to know that, I couldn’t introduce or tell anything because there was nothing like telling.

“I don’t want to talk about that.” I averted my gaze from him. I noticed that this was the first time his presence hadn’t bothered me. I wasn’t scared or anxious. Is that an improvement? And at least he didn’t cause a trigger on me anymore and that might even be the reason my plans would be ruined.

“Oh. It’s fine.” He scooped for the last. “Here.”

“Have you ever tried fishing?” When I was done, he placed the bowl on his legs and asked me. He is now looking at me. His complete focus is on me now. I no longer knew how I would feel. I wanted to back out because of the way he treated me. Can I confront him? Sometimes I’m soft on people who are too kind to deal with me. Just like today, the simple thing just showed me I forgot what my intention should have been.

I suddenly remembered the day that we were in the province of Guangdong with Adonis. He didn’t tell me about his and Sandro’s fishing, so maybe I became bored too. Suddenly, I was pleased with his question. Will he take me? I hope I get better so I can at least try fishing.

“Not yet. What about you?” It is interesting to see the rich people who know the work of the poor. Even though I mortally hated Cole, I still couldn’t help but be amazed that he could do the things the poor do.

“Yes, my grandmother is always with me. You know the old people, they love things that make their hips hurt.” We both laughed at what he said. He was right. Often, the older people I see are reluctant to do things that make their hips harder.

I do remember him fishing in the area where I pretended that my grandmother and I frequented that area. Thankfully, I told him before that I was only going fishing with my grandmother. Because of what he said, I had an idea of ​​what to say about my grandmother.

“We are the same. My grandmother also loves to do fishing. I often watch her do that, however, I haven’t tried what she did.” I pretended to be saddened by what I said.

He got up from his seat then messed up my hair. “Don’t worry, when you became better, I’ll teach you to fish with only bamboo.” He pinched my nose then grabbed the door to get out while the bamboo, he said, stunned me. Will he teach me using only bamboo? Is he okay?

I haven’t tried that before. I only use large fishing rods. He was more incredible and had learned such things even though he was rich. I’m ashamed of myself for why I can’t learn that, and now I am asking why men are better at cooking than me. It feels like they have stepped my ego on. When I get home, I will practice how to cook just in case...

Just in case I need to leave Adonis, I will somehow be able to live on my own...

I gasped. I said I wouldn’t think about Adonis, but my mind is here again. It’s busy again, thinking about him. I just lay down to regain my lost energy. Maybe Cole was right. I was too tired myself. Mentally and physically.