Todos los capítulos de His Assassin's Love: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

SILVIA’S POVI woke up this morning without the will to move. Josiah was always my reason and motivation to go to school because I never really saw the importance of education. Especially with the type of job I do, I am pretty much set for life financially. Contrary to my thoughts, I always took my education seriously, even though I never understood the importance of it in my life. At times, it gave me this sense of accomplishment when I passed a test or exam or moved to the next grade; it made me feel like I was actually achieving something meaningful. And with Josiah, it added more meaning.My alarm told me it was seven a.m. I really should start preparing, but I need to speak to Josiah first. He didn’t answer my calls at all yesterday, and it made me wonder if he was mad at me about Saturday. After the movie was over, he didn’t even wait for the light to come on before leaving the cinema. I wanted us to go to a restaurant or walk around the park, this time just the two of us. But h

GERALD'S POV I stood in front of my mirror staring at my outfit with uncertainty. Now that Paula and I weren’t on speaking terms, I wasn’t completely sure about what I was wearing. Usually, I wouldn’t care what I wore, especially if it concerned important occasions regarding my father. But this time was different. I was going with Silvia. I had to look good.I checked my diamond-encrusted watch and decided to leave. It was getting late. I took my black blazer and left my room. I came to a stop in front of Paula’s room, and just as I was about to knock, her door flew open. Her eyes aligned with mine, and they were not happy. My eyes trailed down her body, and I could not lie: she looked amazing. She was always in shorts and jeans; it was almost impossible to catch her in a dress.The light blue material hugged her body like a second skin. It stopped at her upper thigh, revealing her perfectly tanned legs. Her stilettos and makeup matched the color of her outfit, and her dark hair fell

GERALD'S POV The regret in Silvia’s eyes as I pulled away turned those few seconds of bliss into a nightmare.She shut her eyes as though she could not bear to look at me; it hurt a lot more than I wished it did. I pulled my face away from hers and sat beside her on the chair. We stayed together in awkward silence, and I would occasionally shoot her a sideways glance. I really wanted us to talk about the kiss, but the way her eyes inspected every inch of the ceiling told me she wanted to forget it as soon as possible.But surely she should have felt what I felt when our lips met. Or am I just sick again?I sighed before deciding to ask, "Do you want some food?" Instead of giving me a verbal response because I really wanted to hear her voice right now, she nodded. I shot to my feet and walked towards the door. I did not want to leave her alone for even a second, but I had to get her something to eat or I would end up watching over a corpse.I shut the door behind me and was surprised

GERALD'S POV "Hey, Paula, there’s something I need to tell you." was the first thing I said as I entered my apartment. I was beyond exhausted after the events of the day. After Silvia had seen Jessica and I kissing, she vanished once again. She really was a master at that. I couldn’t even look at Jessica once she pulled away from me. I don’t know what made me not push her away. Maybe it was the comfort or the surprise of her actions. Or maybe I was just too stunned to move.I have kissed many girls, but with Jessica it felt different. It felt wrong.I couldn’t get the image of Silvia’s teary eyes out of my head. Why was she crying? Maybe she…. No, she couldn’t have feelings for me. She had a boyfriend, right? God, when did my life get so complicated?"Sure, what’s up?" Paula said, turning around on the high stool before the counter. I couldn’t help but admire how calm and relaxed she looked. She wore a pair of dark baggy jeans and a sweatshirt. Her hair was down and tangled, but she

Silvia’s PovInhaling sharply, I raised my hand and knocked on the familiar white door softly. I don’t know what I was doing at Gerald’s place at the tenth hour of the evening, but it was one of those very few things I did that I just could not explain. Maybe it had something to do with the other night when he showed up at my apartment. The way he looked at me, it hurt. I tried texting him several times but he wouldn’t pick up; he wasn’t in school either, so here I was again. Making sure he was okay.The door flew open, and I was met with a pair of deep blue orbs, but what surprised me was the redness at the corners. His hair was a mess, and he seemed to have more bruises than the last time I saw him. "Are you by any chance an underground boxer?" is what I found myself asking."Something like that," he chuckled as his lips lifted slightly. There was a brief pause between us. The silence was not awkward, but it wasn’t exactly comforting either."Uh, you came to my apartment wanting to