Kwan's head was aching so hard that he started screaming against his will. Rebecca didn't know what to do to help him, but she offered him a little comfort by hugging him and patting his head while saying, "It'll be alright. It'll be alright."
Tears voluntarily welled from Kwan's eyes as he wrapped his arms around Rebecca. Then he blushed, realizing that they were both naked. He noticed something on Rebecca's neck; was she bitten by something?
"Come on, we have to go outside. The sun is up already, and there are a lot of things I wanted to do around here," Rebecca said.
Kwan let her go and said, "Let me help you."
"Alright." Rebecca walked towards the closet, grabbed some clothes, and put them on. "You should take a shower first. Then, meet me in the kitchen. I'll prepare our breakfast." She went out.
Kwan followed Rebecca's order. He went to the bathroom and turned on the shower. It was a miracle that his head stopped aching. The water was cold, but it couldn't quench the warmth of his body as he remembered and fantasized about his thing being inside of Rebecca's. He couldn't understand why he was getting addicted to her like she was a drug.
It was just yesterday when they met, but he always wanted to be near her; that might be the reason why he woke up in the middle of the night and went inside her room. He was actually nervous of what she might do or how she would react once she found out it was him, but he was quite surprised when she didn't even complain and instead invited him to sleep beside her. Those big boobs of hers, Kwan couldn't get over them, and he wanted to suck her nipples so bad until she'd moan. His thoughts made him release his juices.
After washing himself up, Kwan wrapped the white towel around his waist before coming out from the bathroom. He continued to the kitchen and asked Rebecca if she had some clothes he could wear.
"Of course, there are a lot of clothes in your room," Rebecca replied, holding a mug of coffee.
Kwan scratched the back of his head. "I'm sorry, but can you tell me which room is mine? I'm really sorry for the inconvenience I am giving you."
"Don't think about it. I'll take you there," Rebecca said, putting the mug of coffee on the table. "Follow me."
Kwan followed Rebecca, and they stopped in front of a room. An obscure scene played back in his mind like a glitch in a movie caused by an old tape. He couldn't understand any of it. His hand accidentally held Rebecca's hand, which was also holding the doorknob.
"Are you okay?" Rebecca asked, looking at Kwan with a worried expression on her face, her forehead furrowed, confused why he suddenly touched her hand. Didn't he want to open the door?
"Come on, don't you want to check this out? This is your old room, by the way, so there's nothing to worry about," Rebecca assured him.
"Um, I'm really sorry," Kwan apologized, taking back his hand.
Rebecca just smiled at him as she opened the door. She turned on the lights, and they got inside. Unexpectedly, the room was quite clean instead of dusty, as if the owner had been maintaining its shape for a while, hoping that perhaps someday, the owner of this room would come back again.
The bed was upholstered with gray bedsheets as well as the pillows. There was a bookshelf near the closed window with gray curtains hanging on it, some books by great writers like The Art of War by Sun Tzu were present, and a cabinet next to it. There was a lamp and a gun above the cabinet.
"Why is there a gun in here?" Kwan asked, confused.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to keep that away," Rebecca said, taking the gun.
It seemed like he wasn't some ordinary dude, Kwan thought as he walked towards the cabinet, opened it, and saw a lot of clothes folded. He took them out and put them on the bed, but he couldn't choose which one to wear.
"It seems like it will take you some time to choose which clothes to wear; do you need some help?" Rebecca asked.
"No, I'm fine," Kwan replied. "You've done enough already."
"Alright, I'll leave you here for a while; I just have some other things to do," Rebecca said.
Kwan nodded in response and watched Rebecca go out and closed the door. He walked towards the window, tied the curtains, opened it, and sneezed as dust entered his nostrils. The sun was covered with thick dark clouds. He just realizes that the surroundings were beautiful, full of trees and plants, birds were singing a lovely song, flowers were blooming, and colorful butterflies were flying above them. It was like seeing a wonderful day again after the storm. The stable outside also caught his attention.
"The owners must be good at horseback riding," Kwan muttered to himself.
From the window of his room, Kwan saw Rebecca opening the gate. Then two people in police uniforms had a conversation with her. He couldn't hear what they were talking about, nor was he interested in it, but it seemed like he was in big trouble. Those people must have been looking for him. Perhaps they already knew that he wasn't really some insane dude.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but I really haven't seen this man before—and I can't let you into my home. This is private property, and I don’t trust strangers," Rebecca said firmly.
"But this man has been convicted to a lifetime imprisonment. This isn't something we can take lightly, so we have to make sure that you aren't hiding anything," the policewoman replied.
"That's enough, Lucy; what you're trying to do is against her rights for privacy and security," an old policeman interrupted.
"But we're working for the government and justice system; we are allowed to search homes when necessary," the policewoman reasoned.
"But that doesn't mean you should abuse your privilege. We should still respect the owner's decision. We can't just force her or threaten her to allow us to enter her house without her consent," the policeman said. "Besides, she doesn't seem to be hiding something in there."
Rebecca's heart skipped a beat after hearing the policeman's words while looking into his eyes; he had some serious gaze. She was relieved that they eventually gave up. But before she could close the gate, the policewoman whispered something more shocking.
"You should be ready, beautiful; we'll find the truth—sooner or later."
Rebecca didn't overthink about it and went back inside. She knew that woman just wanted to threaten her, but she wouldn't shake her when it came to her husband's safety. She got inside the kitchen. Kwan was already there, sitting on the chair beside the table, having coffee.
"What were you talking about?" Kwan asked.
"So you saw it?" Rebecca asked. "It's not something so serious."
Kwan knew Rebecca was lying since she couldn't look into his eyes, but he didn't mind it anyway as he thought it was none of his business anymore.
After having their breakfast, Rebecca decided to show Kwan around the house. First, they visited the stable, and Rebecca told him about how good their daughter is when it comes to horseback riding. Kwan was shocked to know that he also has a daughter, but Rebecca forgot to mention that this girl wasn't his real daughter.
"Sadly she was killed, just like what happened to my mother; they both died," Rebecca said.
Kwan still couldn't quite comprehend the whole story. He was trying to place the pieces of information he got from Rebecca, but his head only ached thinking about it.
"Are you alright?" Rebecca asked, staring at Kwan. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told you a lot."
"It's fine. Perhaps I just need some rest," Kwan replied.
"Okay, let's stop exploring for a while and go back inside," Rebecca said.
They went inside the mansion. Kwan lay down on the couch while Rebecca disappeared to the kitchen and came back with a bottle of wine.
"You should relax for now. Here, have some drinks." Rebecca poured him a glass of wine and gave it to him.
Kwan accepted the glass and said, "Thank you, you're such a kindhearted woman."
"You're welcome," Rebecca replied with a smile. She sat down on the couch, beside Kwan, and listened to his breaths. "Put your head on my thighs."
Kwan put the glass of wine on the desk. He lay down on the couch, with his head on Rebecca's thigh. He could feel his own breathing, his stomach moving up and down, then he fell asleep.