4 The next five hours!

Monica gets up with a headache as she tries to clear her vision. Someone was sleeping beside her. The bed dips and growls of men echo the whole room. She turns her head to see Julien sleeping shirtless. His back at her. Feeling sick. She gets out of the bed when a large arm drags her to him. He grunts and strokes her with his big palms. Monica couldn't restrain herself. Her body was fragile. She barely can move to the bathroom to get ready.

Suddenly, she remembered that she fell asleep after having her dinner. She looked here and there and back at the floor. The blood stains were not there and the pieces of broken vase were all cleaned. Julien groans as he mumbles in sleep. "Why don't you have breakfast first?" His voice hoarse from sleep.

"I will. If you let me go first I can take a quick shower too." Monica mutters to him. He doesn't let go rather he tightens as he inhales the scent of her burying his face in her neck.

"What…..what are you doing?" Monica panics, she has never seen Julien like this. He doesn't take initiative first.

"What is wrong with doing this? I can cling to my wife and to my partner. I can cuddle with my wife too. It's our last day. You can grant me this much." He whispers, Monica goes still as his palm grazes over her bare neck. She sighs when Julien backs off and takes his body out of the bed. He gets dressed quickly. Monica doesn't get up. She scans his movements when Julien turns to her and crawls back on the bed.

"It's early in the morning. You should be sleeping till noon. You seem so tired and exhausted Monica, I cannot leave you like that. What if you hit yourself?" Julien takes her hand in him and kisses softly over her knuckles. Her fingers trembling with the pain she got yesterday night. Julien pecs on them to sooth the pain caused by the vase. "Julien….it doesn't matter when I go to sleep or not. As you said it's our last day, I should head outside quickly." Monica shoves him. In a try to get out of the bed she grabs the edges for support. She is still weak in knees. The flats she wore barely made themselves alive to her feets.

Julien grabs her wrist and yanks her back to him. She hits his hard chest when Julien pulls her to him and nibbles on her earlobe. Monica gasps, her pupils dilating. "Julien….." she cries in pain. Julien takes a look at her in confusion.

"What is it?" Julien asks, taking her face in his hand. Monica cries with pain when he notices that his hands have been squeezing the right side of her waist. He goes numb. Julien strokes her hair. "You are hurt there." Monica clung to his shoulders, her breath warm and quiet on his chest.

"Angel," Julien calls her without any hesitation. He continues to stroke her hair. When they exchanges few glances. "Let's get you to the shower." Julien gets up from the bed taking her into arms. When she grunts and almost trips when her feet touches the moisture ground of the bathroom.

Julien takes two minutes to listen her protest when h

e hands her a towel and her clothes. She gets undressed when she growls in pain. Julien takes a look at her battling wheather to ask her if she wanted any help rather he goes rigid and stands at the doorway. Monica turns to him. Her hands were small to reach her back to unzip the top she wore. Without any restriction Julien gets behind her and helps her to get unzipped. She thanks him as he doesn't turns her way to exchange glances.

Monica gets back to the room when Julien pulls the sheets and a table has been set where the breakfast was kept. Monica's breath catches with the smell of her favourite coffee and bean bread. Something about today's breakfast seemed her to get her energy. There was ample amount of food. Fruits and vegetables were present too. Julien didn't have his platter. He eats his breakfast in his office but today he got late too. He slides to the bathroom and come back within minutes.

He gets ready and doesn't speaks to Monica. She eats her breakfast in silence. Julien takes his calls one by one when he suddenly traced a finger on her lips, grazing off the bean paste from her lips. He smiles and nods to the coffee which was still hot. She slept on his bed with his ring on her finger. Today is the last day of the ring and of his bed too. She smiles to him as she leaps on her feet to wear the heel. She clutches the mug and takes it down the hall. Julien halts when he rummages over the papers which was kept on the table of the hall counter.

"We leaving in five hours. Monica, your luggage is still inside. Marcus, get the luggages down from my room." Julien addressing luggages as if Monica had too many luggages with her but all she had one luggage. Marcus, gets back with two suitcase and two coats. Monica gets up to help Marcus but Julien steps over and says, "give me mine. Take hers to the back of the car." Confusion arises when Julien turns to her and gulps down the remaining juice. Monica couldn't ask him about the luggage he was holding. Can it be he is going somewhere too?

Monica gives thanks to Marcus for carrying the coats to her. Winter is back too. She wears the gloves and gets into the car. Julien gets into the same car. Monica stills her way when there hands clashes with eachother. They take a look at there engaged hands. When suddenly Monica shooks herself from him and hands him the ring. She cannot forget how costly is the ring to her. It's meant that they were engaged by a contract and not out of love.