Chapter 61: Chapter 61

“Just sit inside. Let Mark and Raymond, put in your suitcase.” I let go of my suitcase because of what Adonis said. I brought some of my gear but more swimwear. I like to go snorkeling and look at the many corals.

I got into his car bringing the snacks with me while another car was loaded with things we were going to use. I just hope we have a professional sea diver to assist us. I just waited for them to finish until I heard the driver seat open and Adonis entered. I was in the backseat while he will drive. He was about to run it when I suddenly opened the door.

“Wait. Where are you going?" Even though Adonis wanted to reach my hand he couldn't because I was already at the end of the door and one of my feet was already down.

I just stared at him and shut the door. I then pulled open the passenger door. Because the glass is tinted, I can't see what his reaction was. But he was taken aback when I came in again. He's been terrified of me every time I do something since I left. Every time I believe I'm at blame, my heart hurts, but I can't be guilty since I know he knows he's at fault.

"I'm going to change my seat. You could be mistaken for a driver," I laughed, then sat back in my seat. In my face, he was stunned for about a minute. He didn't react or yell like he typically did at the time. Since I began ignoring him, there has been a schism between us.

We just sat there quietly till he started his car as well. We'll have a long journey since, unlike Cole, we'll be traveling by car, whereas Cole and I flew on a private jet. I didn't forget to pack a lot of food because I've been eating a lot recently.

I let the ketchup out as I put the snack chips in my mouth. I'll dip it here. It's strange to look at others since I put it in ketchup instead of melted cheese or mayonnaise, even though it has powder tastes. As he looked at what I was doing, his brow wrinkled. I also brought a tiny container to place the ketchup. I grabbed another piece and positioned it in his mouth.

It wasn't like before that there was an unpaintable face since I forced him to eat chips; now he rapidly opened his lips and bit the chips. When his lip and my finger collided, electricity surged through my body. As a result, I never offered him chips again.

I can't recall when I fell asleep. All I knew was that as I fell asleep, I was still gripping the plastic of the chips. Even though the car was cramped, I slept well. My head was still beating on the window at first, and my neck was numb, then I felt the vehicle come to a halt, and my numbness quickly dissipated. Because I was so tired, I didn't pay any attention to it.

I blinked before eventually opening my eyes. Something in my neck curled up like a nice cushion. I'm not sure when did he put a travel pillow over my neck. Because it was already dark, my face reflected in the glass when I peered out.

"Have you eaten?" was my first query to him because we had gone in the morning and he didn't appear to have eaten anything. He didn't respond, and he kept his gaze fixed on the road. As a result, I grabbed the plastic bag from the food I'd bought. I got him something he could eat and was fortunate enough that I bought bread.

"I'm not in a hurry to get to Zhejiang so you don't have to skip food just so we can get there quickly," I said as I ripped open the plastic and broke the bread in half with my hand. I had no trouble because it was soft. He still doesn't speak as if I were speaking in the air.

"Stop the car," I told him, and that was the reason he stared at me. He only looked around, but he became concerned about what I said. "I didn't suggest going to Zhejiang just to starve yourself," I say as I stretch my hand to give the bread.

I took a tiny one to place in his mouth because he still hadn't accepted that. I shove it fiercely into his mouth, then pinch even harder on the bread. I put it back in his mouth till it was completely full. He coughed when I had no more bread in my hand.

I took a drink in the backseat as he coughed. Because his cough worsened, I believe I placed too much in his mouth. I handed him the bottle of water and rubbed his back. He initially pulled over to the side of the road and parked his car. When he did that and we eventually came to a halt, he beat his chest as if lowering the stuck bread. I became unsettled. I didn't intend it that way; I just wanted him to eat.

“I'm sorry,” I continued to stroke his back in an attempt to get him to stop coughing.

He lifted his hand as if to indicate he was OK, but I didn't stop massaging his back until my tears were streaming down my cheeks. I'm not sure what my tears are for; I simply want to grieve because I believe it's my responsibility that this happened to him. I released go of his back to wipe the tears from my face. I'm crying as well. My reaction was overdone, but my heart and guilt are both too heavy.

When he looked at me, he was taken aback. He's still caressing his chest, but he's now hugging me. “Shh. It's all right. I'm not upset. I simply don't want to stop since you appear uncomfortable in your position, and I want us to get to Zhejiang so you can rest." He was already brushing away my still-dripping tears.

"If you don't stop crying, I'll think you're really pregnant."

To his last words, it appeared as if all the tears in my eyes had vanished and suddenly something appeared in my head.