Averill looked at her phone, and Noah did not even let her speak. 'What does he want to talk about?' "Ma'am, you haven't even had your breakfast yet," Lola, a maid who got a little closer to Avi this past month approached her. Averill currently holding a bottle of whiskey. Averill stared at the bottle in his hand and smiled at Lola. She gave it to her, "Prepare luncheon; I'll be having it with my husband," Averill told Lola. The latter had her eyes sparkled upon hearing that. It has been over a month since Averill stayed here, but not even Noah's shadow showed up. Averill went upstairs to wash up her body. She stayed there for a while, staring at her reflection in the mirror, with the showers of water flowing on her face... When she finished bathing herself, she went on her way to get some bandaids. She then wore a black sweater and went downstairs. She had been in the bathroom for a whole hour, and Noah arrived even faster than she expected. "You have the urge to make me wait."
Averill feels like her stomach will explode, and her head keeps ringing like crazy. She wants to vomit everything she ate, but Noah's still here. When she thinks she's at her limit, Averill stands up, and Noah is startled by that. "Excuse me," Averill ran as fast as she could upstairs and went straight to the bathroom to puke. She did not know that Noah followed her and watched her suffer like that. Noah scoffed, "So you were forcing yourself. To what? Impress me? Bullshit Averill. You should have told me you couldn't finish it all. Such a waste of food, tsk." Noah walked away, leaving Averill. 'Shit, I'm experiencing anorexia again,' she wiped her tears. She thought she was cured over the years, but now... she's having the symptoms again. The last time she experienced such hell was when she was in her teens. Averill snapped when Allen died but overcame it through the years. "Why?" she cried, staying on the floor. She's starting to hear voices again, mocking her... blaming her.
I looked at Shiloah, who was nervously drinking his iced coffee. He occasionally looks in my direction like a puppy who's about to cry. I cannot really blame him. I'm sure he's quite busy with his research that he does not have any time to have info about the outside world. I just can't believe he missed my wedding. A remarkable wedding I held by myself since Noah went to Yanna's rescue. I sigh and look at Noah, who's glaring at Shiloah and me. I don't know what grounds he's holding this suffocating lunch. "Ehem, so..." Noah smiled at Shiloah, but his eyes said otherwise. He looks like he could kill him with his glares. "Y-yes, yes?!" Shiloah gulped a few times and looked at me, asking for help. "Noah—" "What is your relationship with my wife?" I almost slapped my own forehead when he emphasized that word again. What the hell is wrong with him? Is he really acknowledging me as his wife, or he's simply playing with me right now? Damn it, Noah. Stop giving me false hope. "I—I ah
Averill's POV What? Do I hear things wrong? Why? Why the hell did she do that? To hate me? To ridicule me? I received a lot of resentment because of that... and, she, she cried because of that night. She was hurt, wasn't she? Yanna was... I blamed myself countless times every night, thinking that I had ruined her relationship with Noah. I drowned myself with guilt every day, hating myself for being happy that Noah married me. I, I... and Noah knew? Noah knew but never told me everything? Why? Because he loves Yanna and does not give a damn about me? Then what about Damien? "She doesn't know that I knew about it. I think there's some sort of mistake," Noah is still defending you even now, Yanna. How lovely your man is. Noah... I want to cry right now, but tears aren't forming in my eyes. I smiled at Noah, his lips parted, looking confused as to why I was reacting this way. "Should I thank her then?" "What?" "I should thank Yanna. If not for her, then... you wouldn't have been
When Averill went down the stairs, she saw Noah, who was currently having his breakfast in the lounging area near the pool. He pleasantly took a sip in his cup of coffee while turning the newspaper he was currently reading. Noah looked relaxed in that look, and Averill could only watch him from afar. "I will not disappear, so do not stick your eyes on me like that," Averill was surprised when Noah suddenly said that. So he noticed her watching him the whole time? Noah looked at her embarrassed face, but no emotion could be read on his face. Averill sat across him and asked a servant for a cup of hot cocoa. Averill watched the trees near the pool instead of the man in front of her. She was planning to continue observing him, but now that he knew she was looking, Averill could not do it. "Where have you been yesterday?" Noah asked without looking at her. He's still reading through the newspaper, but half his mind is waiting for Averill to reply. "I was with Shiloah," "Aren't you
Noah's POV I cannot understand why I am feeling sour inside. I do not have any reason to get mad over them meeting again but I cannot help but find myself overly cautious whenever Averill is around that Shiloah guy. This is because of what I've seen last time at the entrance of the hospital. I have never seen Averill that comfortable around anyone and to let him hug her? I really had a lot of question in mind. But I... I am not really in a relationship with her. Even so, I still feel like I am being betrayed. She keeps on saying she loves me... and even did a lot of things that are way beyond her capacity just to marry me. So why... why are you talking with him with that face? I walked away when I saw Shiloah hugged her again. It really isn't my business. If... if she ends up falling for another man; that would actually do me a lot of favor. Why did I even hold back our divorce? It's all her fault. Why dis she show up with another man in front of our son's grave after not showi
Averill never knew that Noah had stayed with her that night. Noah never acted like he knew she was hurting herself physically. He was maintaining his distance quite well, giving her the space she needed. "For how long are you going to stay here?" Averill asked without an ounce of ill intention, but Noah took it the wrong way. "I am your husband, you know? Do you want strange rumors to circulate about us?" "I don't mind it anyway," "I do," Noah said. 'Why the hell is he so worked up this early in the morning?' Averill thought to herself. They are currently eating breakfast together, they have been sharing meals for a week now, and Averill is simply confused as to why the man is acting this way. "I don't want any weird rumors about myself. I have plans of expanding my range, and I cannot have your issues as my liability." Noah told her though it was really not the reason why he was staying there nor the reason why he did not want strange rumors to circulate in their society. 'Dam
Averill woke up in cold sweat. She dreamt of that horrible nightmare all over again. Like a broken tape that continuously plays every time she closes her eyes. Averill went down to the kitchen. She's craving some alcohol to loosen her thoughts. "You're still up?" Averill almost flinched when a voice suddenly came from the dark kitchen! It's two in the morning, and who would not get scared if someone suddenly spoke when all you could see was black! Noah came out of the kitchen, all sweaty. He's holding a bottle of water and looking at Averill with a bored look. "Jeez, you scared me." Averill exhaled when she saw Noah. The latter stared at her, utterly confused as to why she was down there. Noah could not sleep, he got a lot of tangled thoughts in his head, and he went out for a jog around the mansion. "Why are you here?" "Craving for some alcohol," Averill honestly replied. She walked past Noah and turned on the lights. She went straight to get a bottle of red wine. When she fin