CALLEA glanced at her reflection on the big antique mirror in front of the hallway on the second floor on her way to see Deive. She scrubbed her face this morning and her skin looked glowing. Her hair was in place. Not a strand of her hair on her face.
Even the dress she was wearing was simple but decent. No traces of the white lady that terrorized Deive from the previous night. She could face him now with confidence.
When she reached door of his room, she slowly knocked three times. "Deive!"
She clipped her hair behind her ear. She was not sure if Deive saw her face last night. She hoped he won't recognize her. She didn't want him to fear her. Her grandfather would surely disown her and kick her out of the mansion. She would be homeless and she shuddered at the thought.
She didn't hear a peep from Deive's room. He might be slumbering because he felt bad. She turned the antique door help. It was not locked.
Shee opened the door and stepped inside the room. He must wake up to eat breakfast and to drink his medicine afterwards. She didn't want his condition to worsen. That would be another burden to his conscience.
She stilled when she saw that there was no one on his bed. She put the tray of food on the bedside table when the bathroom door flew open. Deive suddenly came out of the bathroom wearing only in his robes. Its lapels were opened on each side and she caught a glimpse of his tanned, beautiful body. She saw a flash of light before her eyes and she felt like she was melting. Would she really marry this beautiful man? She was an artist and she could say that he had a perfect body.
Aside from his perfect body, he had a face to match. A few strands of his hair fell on his forehead and water dripped down ihis muscular chest and six-pack abs that were not hidden by the robe. He was a sensual demi-god. Like God created him to attract female species.
He already was sensual enough the other night. She couldn't get the image of his body the other night out of her mind. Wearing only pajamas and illuminates, moonlight shone on his skin like a caress. As if the moonlight wanted to glorify his whole being.
Yet his charisma doubled in daylight. She could visibly see his handsome face now. Her grandfather sent photos of him. The pictures didn't do him justice. He was gorgeous in person, hotter, and very much alive. Sunlight made him more virile and yummy. Did he have any flaws at all? Why?
"Good morning!" she greeted and smiled.
He suddenly turned pale and he looked repulsed by her presence. "Who are you? What are you doing here? "
She wanted to feel hurt by his welcome. But she realized that he must be traumatized by what happened last night. Did she still look like the scary white lady despite her neat appearance right now?
She didn't know whether to laugh or to be insulted that he found her scary even if she was not wearing a costume.
"I am Callea," she introduced herself and reached for his hand. "We have not formally met yet."
He took her hand but also quickly dropped it as if he was scared that she would disappear or she would clutch him with her evil claws. When he realized that she was real and his hand didn't pass through her, he touched her once more. He grasped her with both hands this time "Nice! Your hand is warm. That feels good," he said with an appreciative smile. "Good thing it is finally morning."
His remark had no connection to their formal introduction but Callea understood well. It was morning so he was sure that she was not a ghost. Fear was swiped out of his face.
"I brought you brought food. Please eat your breakfast so you can drink your medicine afterward," she said and quickly took back her hand. His hands were cold and it worried her.
"I just took a shower and on my way down for breakfast. You shouldn't have bothered bringing me food. " He suddenly turned away when he sneezed. "Damn!"
"You are really sick."
"It is just cold."
"You don't have to hide it. Marina noticed that you were not feeling well. "
"You worry too much. It would be gone in a bit," he quipped and raised both hands. Then he forced a smile. He didn't look any better. In addition to his cold, she thought his head must be hurting, too.
She clucked her tongue "Just eat. Don't tell me you don't have plans to eat the food I cooked for you. You already missed diner last night."
"I am sorry," he muttered in a weak voice.
He sat on the chair and faced the food. "Fine. I will eat." Perhaps he was embarrassed because she did not hide her disappointment he did not show at dinner the previous day. "Where is your food?"
Callea gave him a nod. "I will eat with Marina later. I want you to rest all day until I am sure that you are well."
He bit the omelet and smiled. "For now, I won't argue with that." He closed his eyes as if experiencing the food. "Hmmm ... this is delicious." He shoved another spoonful in his mouth. She thought he would heal fast because he was not a picky eater. "I had not tasted homemade food for such a long tie because often outside I eat. "
"I need to learn." She was always alone that's why she had to learn how to do house chores on her own. When Marina lived with her, help her with cooking. When it comes to cleaning the house is the couple- Manang Poleng and Mang Lito's task to help her.
Deive's robe started to gape open because of his movement. She could get a glimpse of his sexy body. His abs were ripped. It was early morning and the weather is still cool but she had a raging inferno inside her body. Having a sexy, raw male inside the house was more nerve-wracking than any horror stories she had written. She felt like offering to remove his robe and let her hand travel on his body. Bad! He was turning her into a carnal sinner.
She averted her eyes to keep her from sinning some more when she noticed something. There were markings on his chest. There were also scratches on his arms.
"I'm done!" he declared it and took the glass of juice.
She clutched on his arm and stared at the markings. It was Luna's scratch."What happened here?"
"I don't know where I got it," he innocently said.
"Hey. Don't move." She hurriedly went to the bathroom and got the first aid kit.
Even if he denied it, she knew where he got it. It was Luna's fault. But because she was the owner, he was responsible for it. The sins she committed were starting to pile up. If only she could ask Luna to fix him but the cat couldn't.
"We have to treat your wound. It might get infected."
She took the Povidone-iodine and cotton from the kit. According to the doctor, cats also got rabies. You don't have to be bitten. All you need was a scratch to acquire it because of the cat's saliva and how they loved to lather their paws with their wet tongue. She had to be sure.
"Not that! I can treat myself. " And he tried to take away the iodine drenched cotton from her. He didn't want her to cure him.
She quickly pushed on his shoulder until his back was pressed on the bed's headdress. "Don't move!"
She was startled when a smile curved on his lips. Then she realized the position they were in. He was reclined on the bed while she was looming over him, like a lover who was about to do something naughty. Her face was a few inches away from him. His robe was agape. And at an angle, as if she was trying to force herself into him.
He let out a whistle. "Aren't we a bit aggressive here?"