Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Elijah’s POV

“I’ll see you next time,” the woman kissed me and even lingered her seducing fingers on my neck as she turned her back, leaving me with her eyes glued to me like a leech.

I don’t even remember her name. In fact, I don’t remember the names of the women I have sex with even though I brought them all to my place.

“Should I come with you until you reach your room? You really don't look fine,” my eyes were stolen when Faith arrived with the maid that seems to be always around her a lot. I remained tough, cold, and heartless as I glanced at her.

Her eyes weren’t at me. She was looking at the woman who was just about to leave. Wearing my keenest eyes, I made sure to watch her reaction after seeing another woman in our house. Sadness, pain, but unsurprised. Those are everything that invaded her eyes the moment she saw another woman.

“N-No, I'm fine.”

She simply shook her head as she closed her eyes deeply. My brows almost crossed as I watched her closely. She looks really pale than her usual look. She doesn’t look fine at all as if she was only forcing herself to stand.

When she opened her eyes, she began to take her steps slowly. I can see right through her face the heaviness as she walks. I got worried for a moment that I was watching her. Our eyes crossed when she glanced at me for a bit but pulled her eyes away from me as well, ignoring me there as she went straight to the stairs.

“Ms. Faith!”

Before the maid, Marie, could even shout, I found myself catching Faith when she lost her balance and almost fell on the ground.

“Faith,” I uttered. She was damn sweating while looking so weak. I placed the back of my hand on her forehead and I confirmed that she’s extremely sick with a high fever. I can cook an egg on her forehead because of the hot temperature of her body.

“She’s damn sick,” I cursed aloud. Without thinking of what I was doing, I quickly carried her on my arm and ran as much as I could to bring her to her room.

“Call a doctor,” I said to Marie when I was able to put her on the bed.

For the first time in my entire life, I felt the feeling of panicking like I was losing my head and my brain was not functioning well anymore.

“W-What?”

“Call the fucking doctor!” I exclaimed to pull her back to her senses.

“Hey, Faith. Can you hear me?” I tried to shake her a bit and I received no response.

“Shit!”

“What happened to her, Sir?”

I saw a little mountain of hope when one of my oldest maids came in.

“She’s sick. I already called a doctor, but I think he won’t be here immediately.” Marie said, shivering.

“Can you do something? Her fever is high,” I quickly spoke to her. I didn’t know what to do anymore.

Looking at Faith’s paleness as if her blood already left her body terrifies me.

“Of course. Marie, get me water with ice and a towel in a bowl. Get some medicine, too.”

“Hurry up!” I exclaimed when I saw that Marie was spacing out again. She was panicking more than me.

I shut my eyes firmly while I kept walking endlessly beside Fraith’s bed. One moment, Marie and another maid came back with all the things she asked for Faith. She began to wipe her with the towel and all I could do was to walk there while watching her take care of my wife. I was having a hard time breathing. I took a heavy sigh countless times.

“I knew that she wasn’t fine earlier,” my eyes shifted at Marie who was crying as if her guilt was eating her up.

Then, I suddenly remembered what she looked like in the morning when she went to the dining hall. It got me thinking. She looked sick and I wondered if she had eaten all day. How can she go to work when she knows that she doesn’t feel well anymore?

“Make her eat before she drinks the medicine when she wakes up. I think she needs to rest for the meantime,” our old maid said.

“I’ll call the doctor and cancel the sudden appointment,” Marie said and left the room.

For the last time, I breathed heavily.

“You looked so worried earlier. I wonder why you’re hurting her if you actually care for her,” she shook her head and chuckled before she left the room as well. Her words made me pause there as I realized all the actions I’ve shown to them.

Did I panic too much? I glanced at Faith and she was sleeping peacefully. Every time I look at her, I remember the death of Freya. But then, at this point, I remember what I know about her. Knowing Faith before, being sick won’t stop her from working. When I tied the knot with her just to punish her, I knew that it would not be easy for me to break her. She grew up independently, buying everything for herself, unlike Freya who was always the favorite and the outgoing one. When I first saw pain from her swollen eyes, I felt great satisfaction and I kept wanting more. I want to see her break until there’s nothing left in her.

However, why do I feel like melting some of the time? Why do I feel like I pity her and I wasn’t happy?

I crumpled my hands and looked away when I felt my heart melting to see her sick. I chose to leave the room as I hate the fact that I am melting away. It’s her fault why Freya died. I must not forget that.

“Sir Elijah, Sir Lucas is here. It happened that the doctor I called is his friend and he was with him when I called.” Marie said, painted with anxiousness.

I quickly went downstairs to meet the bastard. There he was, walking endlessly as if he could not wait any longer anymore.

“Where is she, huh? Where the hell is Faith?!” His eyes are as sharp as knives. He looked so worried to see him rushing here.

“Why are you here?” I asked with my firm and coldest voice as I didn’t step back from his dark eyes at me.

“Why am I here? She’s sick and you didn’t even know? What kind of husband are y—” I didn’t let him finish his words anymore. I just made him taste my fist to shut him up.

“Sir, that’s enough!” The maids quickly stopped the two of us before Lucas could even hit me back.

“Let go of me!” He didn’t bother to wipe the blood beside his lips as he stepped forward towards me.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do, Lucas. As far as I know, you are just a friend and I am his husband! So, I will be the one to take care of him, not you!” I slapped it right through his face, which probably awakened the sleeping monster inside him.

“Take care of her?” He laughed deafeningly as if he was losing his right mind. The next thing I knew, his fist landed on me as well.

“Sir Elijah!”

“Sir Lucas, that’s enough! You are on his property and we have the right to kick you out.” One of our bodyguards said and now blocked him from me.

I wiped the blood on my lips and managed to smirk as I faced him again.

“You want to take care of her after bringing sluts in this house?! You want to take care of her after blaming her for the death of Freya where she almost died, too?! How narrow your mind is, Elijah! You’re a fucking hypocrite for wanting to take care of her when you’re the one who’s hurting her!”

For the past years that I have known Lucas, I never saw him this mad. But then, even before, he always stands when it comes to Faith.

“Why are you always acting like that, Lucas? Why are you always like that when it’s Faith?” I smirked. It made him pause and lose his words right away.

“Come on, Lucas. It’s not like we didn’t know each other before Freya died. You never acted this way to any of us unless it’s Faith,” now, I’m realizing everything.

He isn’t like this just because Faith is his long time friend. How can I be so naive all those years?

“What are you saying?”

I chuckled when he tried to act innocent when I already caught him up.

“I’m a man, too. Now, tell me, Lucas…” I went closer to him, exchanging sharp gazes with him.

“Do you like Faith? Are you fucking in love with my wife, Lucas?”

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