Chapter 3

Remorseless

The mesmerizing expanse of the woods in varying sizes captivated my gaze through the glass window. Not a single house could be spotted, only the imposing presence of tall trees since Fiore brought me to this secluded place.

My attention was diverted as a sound drew near.

"You should have something to eat." Xylon placed a plate of Arroz Caldo on the table near me. The tantalizing aroma of the dish and the delightful scent of garlic wafted in the air.

Fiore brought him along, smug with his culinary skills, aside from being Fiore's best friend. He excelled at cleaning and was an exceptional driver. Everyone seemed aware of these qualities. As a result, Fiore became overly reliant on him, always turning to him for favors. Jealousy would occasionally gnaw at me, as if they shared a deeper connection and I was merely a decorative piece between them. Nevertheless, I understood their bond predating my acquaintance with them.

"Softy, please, eat while it's still hot."

I glanced at him. Softy. He hadn't called me by that name in a while. I'm uncertain of its origin, but it's how he addresses me when we're alone.

"Stop calling me that. I'm not Softy," I retorted through clenched teeth.

"You'll always be my Softy."

"I'm not yours!" I immediately shouted, my anger boiling within me, my chest heaving.

"I know. You're not mine," he uttered gravely, his eyes locked with mine. I resisted his piercing gaze, quickly averting my eyes.

"Well, it's good that you know. You should be aware of your place, Xylon," I remarked.

He settled on the couch next to me. "If you intend to starve yourself, just say so. I don't want to waste any more time cooking for you."

His words tingled in my ears. "Why? Did I ask you to cook for me? You insisted on serving me. Besides, why are you still here? This house belongs to Fiore and his family, not you!" I emphasized.

"Remember what he said before he left? We can stay here as long as we want. Moreover, we're in the middle of nowhere. We have to wait for his return, so... sorry."

I contemplated marching away, running from him. Or perhaps pouring the scalding porridge over his body, watching his muscles melt away. But I reconsidered, not wanting to waste any food. There are countless hungry people around the world.

"Sorry?" I echoed mockingly. "You have quite the nerve to say that."

"I'm sorry that Fiore left you, but I won't apologize for what I did to you." His eyes turned dark, his unwavering gaze fixed on me.

My blood surged even hotter. He was sorry because Fiore left me, but not sorry for his actions towards me? To hell with him!