Adrian, I Love You To Death.

Clara POV

I was hungry, so I opened the fridge. I looked longingly at the contents, pulled out an apple, and popped it into my mouth to free my hands. I grabbed a glass of milk with my right hand and a jar of Nutella with the other.

I slammed the door shut with my foot. The handsome man appeared, standing right behind the door. I jumped violently, and the apple fell from my mouth onto the floor.

I said, clutching my heart:

"Damn it, are you a spy or what? Make some noise, at least."

He was looking at me coldly. I put the jar of Nutella on the counter and knelt at his feet to retrieve the apple lying between them.

I grabbed my apple and moved away from him. I didn't want any contact between us.

He approached the fridge and took out a glass of juice, drinking it in one gulp. I sat at the table and began sipping my milk.

"You're hungry and you're eating Nutella."

He whispered as he closed the fridge door with his hand. I swallowed before I spoke.

I said, stuffing the spoon full of Nutella into my mouth:

"My stomach is used to this, since I don't know how to cook anything."

I saw him open a drawer and take out a box of pasta. I asked hesitantly, looking at him:

"What are you going to do?"

He placed a pot of water on the stove. He turned around, looking at me with his usual icy gaze.

He whispered coldly:

"Something to eat."

I felt something warm leak out of me. I clamped my legs shut tightly.

I said, biting my lower lip. It was my damn period, which decided to arrive right in front of this 'old man.'

"Not now."

I drank the entire glass of milk. Half an hour passed while I stayed in this state, watching Mr. Adrian move around the kitchen.

I grabbed my stomach in pain. When Mr. Adrian noticed my position, he spoke up as he was cutting vegetables.

He raised his eyes toward me, checking me with his gaze. I quickly averted my eyes, embarrassed.

"Is everything alright?"

I mumbled in a trembling voice, hoping he wouldn't come closer and see:

"Yes."

Mr. Adrian raised an eyebrow suspiciously.

When I saw him approaching me, I spoke with agitation, shouting loudly:

"Stay where you are!"

Mr. Adrian stopped, looking at me with surprise, but then he started walking toward me. When he was right beside me, I closed my eyes in humiliation.

He whispered in his husky voice. I didn't open my eyes; instead, I covered them with my hands.

"It's your period."

I said in a low voice, gasping when he lifted me off the chair.

"I know."

I said, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Wh-what are you doing?"

He said, heading upstairs. He opened my room door and set me down on the bed.

"Are you going to stay glued to that chair all day?"

He said coldly, looking at me. I lowered my head in shame.

"Where do you keep your underwear?"

I mumbled, embarrassed. He hummed and closed the door behind him.

"You can leave, I'll take care of myself."

"I swear I have the worst luck in the world."

I hit the bed with my hand. I got up and went into the bathroom, cleaned myself, and put on a sanitary pad and fresh clothes.

"How am I going to look him in the face again?"

I lay back on the bed, holding my stomach and massaging it slightly...

Emilia was also avoiding talking or sitting with me; she suddenly seemed afraid of me.

I was constantly in touch with Natalie Brown throughout the day, and Ethan Grey was no less attentive.

"Ethan,"

"So, our date is at eight in the evening."

"Clara, if you miss our date this time like you did before, I'm going to kill you."

I chuckled softly at her message and quickly wrote back:

"Natalie, I told you I fell asleep and forgot about our date, forgive me."

I sent it with an innocent emoji.

"Natalie, let's meet at eight. I have to go now; my mom is calling me."

I went downstairs and stopped halfway down the stairs, looking around for Adrian.

I jumped when his voice boomed right behind my ear. I stepped down two steps and looked at him.

"What are you looking for?"

I grabbed my heart. I saw him raise an eyebrow mockingly.

"I swear you're going to give me a stroke one day."

I said as I walked down with him. He had his hands shoved into the pockets of his cotton trousers.

"Where is your sister? I don't see her here."

He said, looking straight ahead coldly.

"Emilia left a little while ago."

He said, nodding his eyes toward my stomach. I understood what he was referring to and looked down, embarrassed.

"How are you feeling?"

"Fine."

He nodded his head, heading toward the living room sofa. He pulled out his phone when it vibrated in his pocket. His eyebrows furrowed in annoyance when his eyes landed on the screen.

I sat on his right, playing with my phone, but I was focused on his conversation.

He spoke coldly as he answered the call. I listened intently to his words:

"What?"

A girl's voice reached my ears. I felt slightly annoyed, and I didn't know why. She was asking about me after a week. How foolish of her.

"Adrian, who is that girl in the pictures with you?"

He said coldly, looking at me. I quickly lowered my gaze to my phone, pretending to be indifferent:

"None of your business."

"How can it not be my business when I am..."

He hung up before she could finish talking. He shoved his phone into his pocket, leaned his head back on the sofa, and rubbed his forehead tiredly.

I said worriedly, looking at him:

"Mr. Adrian, are you okay?"

When I didn't hear a reply, I quickly moved closer to him. I grabbed his shoulders and shook him lightly.

I said, scrutinizing his face. He opened his eyes, looking at me with his darkness. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw him open his eyes and lightly slapped his forehead.

"Mr. Adrian, why aren't you answering?"

"Damn it, I thought you were dead."

He opened his eyes in shock at my action. I frowned when I felt the heat of his forehead. I put my hand on it again.

I said worriedly, looking at his drowsy eyes. He hummed, eyes closed.

"Mr. Adrian, your temperature is high."

He said calmly, pulling me toward him. He dragged me onto his lap. My heart hammered wildly as he buried his head in the hollow of my neck.

"I'm fine."

I said, pulling him away from me. I held his face with both hands, looking at him.

"How can you be fine? You'll die if you stay like this."

He said, roughly rubbing my waist. My pupils trembled with nervousness. I didn't know how to answer him.

"And are you afraid of me dying?"

I said, trying to evade his question. I got up from his lap, grabbing his hand and pulling him behind me. I went upstairs, dragging him along.

"We need to lower your temperature."

I opened the door to his room, which was next to mine, and let go of Mr. Adrian's hand.

I ordered him in a commanding tone when he lay down on the bed. I rushed out of his room to the kitchen.

"Stay here."

I took out an ice tray and put it in a large bowl filled with water. I grabbed a clean towel from my room and headed back to his room.

I saw him lying on the bed, bare-chested, his dark eyes closed. I approached him quietly.

I whispered, shaking his shoulder lightly. I frowned when he didn't respond. I placed my hand on his forehead; his temperature was higher than before.

"Mr. Adrian."

I said, shaking his shoulders. When he didn't open his eyes, I felt fear piling up inside me.

"Mr. Adrian, are you okay?"

I said, tears gathering in my eyes. I tried several times to wake him up, but it was no use.

"Damn it, what do I do?"

I rested my head beside his, watching his disturbed breathing, and the tears stung my cheeks.

"Please, wake up."

My body flinched when I heard the phone ring. It was Mr. Adrian's phone ringing in his pocket. I reached into his pocket and took out his phone. I looked at the caller ID, and it was:

"Lucas Hart"

I answered the call quickly, crying.

"Hello, eye."

The other man said cheerfully. I interrupted his words with my sobs:

"Please, help me."

I said, looking at Adrian. The other man spoke in surprise...

He said worriedly:

"Who is this? That's Adrian's phone. What happened?"

I spoke with fear, crying:

"His temperature is high. I tried to wake him up, but it's no use."

The man said worriedly:

"Where are you now?"

I answered, crying, and how stupid I was at that moment. The other man hummed:

"At my house."

"I'll be there right away."

He hung up. I looked at Adrian in fear. I held his massive hand and interlaced my fingers with his.

A short time passed, and I heard the doorbell. I rushed downstairs and opened the door. A man was standing there, wearing a long black coat, with sharp features.

He spoke, looking at me strangely.

"Where is Adrian?"

I answered in a trembling voice due to my crying:

"Upstairs."

The man rushed quickly toward Adrian's room. I followed him, my fingers trembling. He opened the room door violently, touched the sleeping man's forehead worriedly. I heard him murmur.

"Damn you, Adrian, are you trying to kill yourself?"

He took a box out of his pocket, pulled out a syringe, and plunged it into the other man's arm. I watched in silence; the only sound in the room was my crying.

"Is he going to die?"

The other man looked at me and smiled widely:

"Don't worry, little crybaby. Even if he wanted to, Adrian wouldn't die easily."

He approached me, smiling, and extended his hand for a handshake:

"My name is Lucas Hart, Adrian's closest friend."

He winked at the end of his sentence. I extended my hand toward him, tears still streaming down my face.

"Clara."

He smiled gently as he shook my hand. I let go of his hand and looked at Adrian.

"Will he be okay?"

He nodded his head, looking at me, and said dramatically, placing his hand on his chest:

"Unfortunately, he will be fine."

"He's a crazy bastard, even more than his friend."

"Excuse me, I'm leaving now. I have important work."

He said, leaving the room. I approached the sleeping man quietly. His features were gentle as he slept. I sat on the edge of the bed beside him, placing my hand on his forehead to check his temperature. It had dropped slightly.

I looked at his lips, feeling a desire to kiss them. I lowered my gaze to his sculpted chest, rising and falling with every breath he took.

I lay down beside him and covered him well so he wouldn't feel cold. I put my head close to his face.

"How can you be this handsome?"

I said, lightly running my fingers over his chest. I wrapped my legs around his waist, one on his stomach and the other hanging off the bed. My hand held his shoulder, and the other was on his chest.

"I have fallen in love with you, and I am afraid you will leave."

"Adrian, I love you to death."