Chapter Six

‎LYSANDRA

‎"I can't really just be staying in this house for six months and do nothing, right? It's always just me and the workers. They won't even talk to me if i talk to them. I'm always bored, and it's getting quite suffocating." I said, keenly observing him as he sat across the dining table looking at me.

‎"It's part of the terms." He replied, a little softer than i imagined.

‎"Yes i know. You clearly told me I'd be here until our agreed time elapse. But still, i can't just sit around all day and do nothing. I'm not used to that."

‎"You have the TV in the sitting room to keep you company."

‎"It's the same routine everyday! I'll wake up to see you gone, the workers are not even always the same so I can't form a bond with them. You clearly told them not to interact with me, didn't you? What did i do? And you may not even come back home at night, you never told me your plans, never talked to me. It's just like I'm the only human in this building. You don't consider me a 'human', do you? I'm just an—'asset'" I retorted sharply, my voice louder than i intended it to be. What have i done. I stared gravely at him, expecting a rapid change in his expression. But to my surprise, he remained eerily calm which added to my fear.

‎"I told you to never raise your voice at me."

‎"I'm sorry." I replied, my voice barely audible in the quiet dining room.

‎Silence...

‎He continued eating, the only sound being the clicking of the fork against the plate.

‎I never meant to raise my voice at him, i was just bored. I continued eating also, but a part of me can't just stand the silence.

‎"You still haven't answered my question, sir."

‎He raised one of his eyebrows and looked up at me. "Sir?"

‎"This is the first time you are addressing me formally. I like this."

‎He's enjoying this. He enjoys me being docile. As irritating as that made me feel, i realize i shouldn't make him angry again. He's not the nicest person when pissed.

‎"So what's your question?" He continued.

‎"I don't want to continue staying all day and do nothing. Can i at least get a job?"

‎"Is this 'job' because of money?"

‎"Shouldn't it be? I don't know my fate after our contract ends. I want to prepare something for my sister. She shouldn't start struggling after healing."

‎There was a pause and he smiled. Or maybe a flash of smile, it was wiped off his face almost immediately. Wait a minute, smile? Did he just smile at my words? Is that even amusing?

‎"I am Cassian Vale. Rest assured, i will give you a luxurious life better than you can imagine after all this is over. And it's not because of you, it's because i always protect what's mine." He replied, a little haughtily.

‎"Oh, i know who you are. But your money is not mine. And i am not 'yours'."

‎"Do i have to always remind you i bought you?"

‎"I'm still not yours."

‎"You are whatever i say you are Lysandra."

‎I hate the cockiness showing in his face right now, i wish i could just wipe it up with a slap. But i know he's dangerous, i fear what he'll do to me if i ever try that. Well, it's just a thought. Not like I'll do that to the person paying for Elara's treatment. Yes, Elara...

‎"How is my sister? How's she doing now?" I asked him, trying my best to change the direction of this discussion.

‎"She's doing just fine. Dr. Shaw told me she's responding well to treatment."

‎I was relieved. At least this is going well, the only reason I was here is because of her.

‎We continued eating.

‎Then came a buzz from his phone.

‎He checked it and returned it back to the table.

‎"Why aren't you picking up? Or is that Sebastian again?"

‎"It's none of your concern. Finish your food and go back to your room."

‎"You just said 'I'm yours', but you won't tell me why you aren't answering your phone."

‎He dropped his fork, a bit aggressively now. "Thread carefully miss. You answer to me, not the other way round."

‎He stood up to leave.

‎"You didn't even finish your food, why—"

‎"Add it to yours. Keep your mouth shut and stop being a chatterbox. Goodnight."

‎Huh... That call definitely changed his mood. I wonder who called him.

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‎CASSIAN

‎I was enjoying her ranting earlier. She's a little afraid of me now. I can see it.

‎Then came the buzz from my phone— a text message from Victoria. Where are you Cassy?

‎I didn't reply, i told mom to stop calling me 'Cassy'. I'm a grown-up man. Then came another buzz, this time it was a call from her. I decided to finish eating and go call her back in my room. Mom don't always call except for something important.

‎"Why aren't you picking up? Or is that Sebastian again?" She said, interrupting my chain of thought.

‎Sebastian... I'll get rid of him soon.

‎"It's none of your concern." I replied her and left for my room.

‎I entered my room and started undressing when my phone rang again.

‎"Hello."

‎"Cassy... Guess who's back?"

‎"Mom... I told you not to call me Cassy again."

‎"Oh come of it will you. You'll always be my little baby. Diana's mother just called me, she said Diana is coming back tomorrow."

‎"Diana? Mom who is—"

‎"Don't you dare play dumb with me Cassian. You'll go pick her up tomorrow at the airport. At 9 am."

‎"I have a board meeting by 8 am tomorrow. I'll send one of my drivers instead."

‎"Cancel it. You must go personally."

‎This is the only thing i dislike about her, she's always trying to control me.

‎"I can't cancel it, it's a new partnership deal with one of England's leading music entertainment company."

‎"I know you can cancel it Cassian. You aren't the type to get scared about losing a potential partnership deal with a company that's going to benefit from yours. So I'll tell her you'll pick her up. Night Cassy."

‎She hunged up.

‎I threw my phone on the bed angrily.

‎Diana... She's a bag of problem, and now she's back. At the worst time possible.

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