Chapter 3

In another room.

"Sir, you want to make that little girl fall in love with you, but you treat her like an animal? Isn't that too much, Mr. Damian?" said Hugo, the assistant, even though in his heart he knew his words were risky.

Damian, who was lighting his cigar, looked at Hugo with a sharp gaze. "Are you trying to teach me how to deal with women, Hugo?" snapped Damian.

"Sorry, sir! I'm not teaching, but giving an opinion. Your actions will only make her hate you more. Doesn't Mr. Damian want to make that little girl fall in love with him?"

Those words echoed in Damian's head throughout the night. After a few moments of silence in his chair, he decided to go to Yara's room.

When he opened the door, Damian was stunned to see Yara still in the same place—wrapped in a thin blanket, her body looking weak, and her eyes still puffy. Yara didn't even bother to cover her naked body; she just glanced at Damian with a hateful look.

"What do you want, Mr. Damian? Do you want to torture me again?" Yara asked harshly, her voice hoarse from too much crying.

Damian ignored the sarcasm. He stepped closer, then, wordlessly, he bent down and lifted Yara's body into his arms.

"What are you doing? Let me go! I can walk on my own!" Yara struggled, hitting Damian's chest weakly.

However, Damian ignored her. He continued to lead Yara to the large bathroom in the room. After turning on the water in the bathtub and making sure it was the right temperature, Damian slowly lowered Yara into the warm water.

"Let go of me! I don't need your help!" Yara tried to get out of the bathtub, but Damian gently held her shoulders.

"Yara, stop. I'm not going to hurt you," Damian spoke in a soft tone, different from before.

Yara looked at him suspiciously. "Why did you suddenly change? Is this a new trick?"

Damian let out a long sigh, picked up a small towel, and began to carefully clean Yara's face. "I'm sorry. I know I was rude. But you kept fighting back until I lost control."

Yara's eyes widened. "Apologize? You think those words are enough to fix what you've done?" 

Then, Damian put Yara on the bed and walked to the closet. He took out a simple nightgown and placed it next to Yara.  

"Want me to dress you, or do you want to do it yourself?" Damian asked, his voice calm.  

Yara looked at him sharply. "Get out. I can do it myself."

Damian nodded, then stepped to the door. However, before going out, he stopped and turned to Yara. "I'm going out. But if you need anything, press the button beside the bed."

After Damian left, Yara let out a long breath. Her body still ached, but more than that, her emotions were shattered. She put on the nightgown with shaking hands, then sat on the edge of the bed, hugging her knees.

Outside the room, Damian leaned against the door, closing his eyes. A rare feeling of guilt began to haunt him. Hugo's words kept ringing in his head: "Make her fall in love? How can I if I don't even know how to treat a woman right?" he thought. "I've never been in love either."