SAVING ANGEL のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 45

GILDA’S POVJapheth had been treating me well, too well.It wasn’t subtle anymore. It wasn’t hidden behind polite instructions or brief conversations. It was open, deliberate, and frequent. The way he spoke to me, the way he watched me, the way he always made sure I was comfortable, it was becoming noticeable.And in a house where people watched everything, nothing went unseen.Jane noticed.She always did.She barged into my room without knocking, grabbed one of my dresses from the wardrobe, and pressed it to her nose. Her brows pulled together as she inhaled deeply.“Not this one,” she muttered, tossing it aside.She reached for another. Then another.Soon, my clothes were scattered across the floor like they had been violently rejected.“What you’re doing doesn’t make any sense,” I snapped. “You look ridiculous. You’re honestly very dumb for even thinking this way.”“Shut your mouth,” she hissed. “You’re doing something disgusting, and I’m trying to find proof.”“Proof of what?” I

GILDA’S POVI never imagined she would go that far.Standing there, watching Jane unravel in front of Japheth, I felt a mixture of disbelief and reluctant amusement. What exactly did she think she was doing? If anything, she was only making a mockery of herself.She stood boldly before Japheth, her shoulders squared, her chin lifted as though she were prepared for war. Her voice trembled, but she forced the words out anyway.“Do you have any idea how hard I’ve worked to become an actor?” she demanded. “I took care of Angel before Gilda ever stepped into this house. I served you. I gave you loyalty. I thought…” her voice cracked, “...I thought you would one day ask me what I wanted to do with my life.”Japheth blinked slowly, visibly surprised by her audacity. It was clear he hadn’t expected her to challenge him, especially over something he had never promised her.“And this,” she continued, gesturing wildly toward me, “this is what I get?”The room fell into a heavy silence.I stood s

GILDA’S POVWe left the room together and headed toward the pool.I had stopped asking Angel what was wrong.Not because I wasn’t worried, God knows I was, but because every time I tried to reach her, she retreated further into herself. The more I asked, the more she pulled away, shaking her head repeatedly, backing up as if my concern itself frightened her.It hurt.It made me feel helpless.I didn’t want to be another person forcing her to relive something she wasn’t ready to face. Whatever she was carrying inside her was heavy, and pushing her would only make it worse.So I let her be. For now.As soon as she saw the pool, her mood shifted completely.She splashed into the water, laughing, an actual sound escaping her, raw and unrestrained. It startled me at first, then warmed my heart. Water seemed to do that to her. It loosened something inside her, something fear usually held tight.She splashed water at me, playfully, her eyes lighting up.“Hey!” I laughed, shielding my face.S