Before I could process what was happening and push him away, I felt his grip on my cheeks, and my mouth involuntarily opened. Something warm flowed into my mouth. He was sharing his water with me!
I stood there, frozen, my mind blank.
Julian chuckled softly, leaning in closer, his warm breath brushing against my ear.
I shivered, feeling my face flush, heat creeping to my ears. “Do you want to drink on your own, or do you want me to feed you?”
His words snapped me back to reality, and I instinctively swung my hand, the slap echoing sharply. Tears spilled down my cheeks.
“How dare you kiss me… Get out! Just get out…”
What kind of jerk was he, getting all cozy with his dream girl while trying to seduce me? No way!
I, Eliza Campbell, would never play the role of a mistress.
That was my first kiss! The more I thought about it, the sadder I felt, and the tears flowed uncontrollably.
Julian touched his cheek where I slapped him, but he just smiled. “One slap for one kiss – worth it! Want to try the other cheek?”
“Julian, you’re fucking insane!”
Crying made me feel worse all over. Ignoring him, I turned and went back to my room, slamming the door shut behind me.
I climbed into bed, wiped my tears, and lay down.
The medicine kicked in, and I felt so exhausted that I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.
In a daze, I felt something cool pressed against my forehead, easing my restless mind. It was soothing and refreshing…
I woke up at some point, desperately needing to use the bathroom.
After returning, I noticed a glass of water and a plate of peeled grapefruit waiting at the door, but Julian was nowhere in sight.
Looking around, I saw the room had been cleaned up – clothes, shoes, and bags that were carelessly tossed about were all neatly arranged.
I stood at the door, staring at the plate of grapefruit, perfectly peeled without a single blemish.
It was clearly his work. He could do everything so well and was attentive to me. He remembered I loved grapefruit but couldn’t stand it when it had any blemishes.
Every time we ate together, he’d peel it for me, handing it over with a smile. I used to think it was a sign he liked me too. But maybe the grapefruit wasn’t just for me.
A dull ache settled in my heart. After a moment’s hesitation, I sighed. He was gone, and I couldn’t let food go to waste. I picked up the grapefruit just as the door swung open.