Chapter 114

Layla woke up with a jolt as a knock echoed in the bedroom. She sat upright immediately. She couldn't even remember falling asleep.

The television was turned off. She frowned lightly; she could vaguely remember watching the television. Could she have turned it off just as she started to doze off?

Another knock and one of the maids poked her head into the bedroom. "Mistress Layla," she said with relief in her voice. "I didn't want to bother you but Master Davian said I should let you know dinner is ready."

"Dinner?" Layla yelled out in horror. She could have sworn it had only been a few minutes since she ate lunch.

"Yes," the maid said and walked into the bedroom, closing the door behind her. "Or would you like to eat dinner here as you did lunch?"

"No," she replied and started to get out of bed. How could she have fallen asleep for that long?

She had eaten lunch in the bedroom to avoid Davian but to think he had also avoided her too, leaving her alone for the rest of the day.

If he had come by, she wouldn't have spent the entire afternoon sleeping. To think so much time had passed. The sun had long gone down.

"Is there anything you would like me to help you with?" she asked.

The maid was soft-spoken and didn't look older than nineteen. Layla wasn't very familiar with her but she knew her name. "Thank you, Susan."

The maid looked a little surprised that Layla called her name. She nodded and slowly withdrew from the room.

Layla made her way to the bathroom and splashed some water on her face. She made sure she didn't look like she had been dragged out of bed before she stepped out of the bedroom.

Her legs felt heavy as she drew closer to the dining room. She hadn't seen him since their exchange and after he had rudely dismissed her.

She wasn't too excited about this interaction but they slept in the same room; they couldn't avoid each other forever. It was also better to see him outside first before the confines of their room.

It was easier to keep her emotions in check when they were in public. If she were to see him in the privacy of their room, she might just burst into tears.

He wasn't the one who opened the dining room door for her this time. He was already seated, a phone in hand. He looked tense and he gripped the phone harder than he needed to.

She walked into the dining room and he forced his gaze away from his phone to look at her, dropping his phone face down on the table.

Layla felt her heart skip. Was it because she had not seen him most of today? He looked very handsome.

His hair was a little ruffled as if he had run his fingers through it multiple times. His tie was loose and three buttons were undone, exposing his chest.

He wasn't wearing his suit jacket, only the white shirt and the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. Layla closed her eyes briefly as she tried to comport herself.

"Layla," he called with a casual tone.

She swallowed and grabbed the table to steady herself. "Master Davian," she replied as she took her seat.

You can have sex.

Why were the doctor's words echoing in her head? She was tempted to pour the glass of water all over her body. He wasn't even naked. Why was she acting like he had stripped in front of her?

His hair was just a little messy; she could see a little more of his neck and the veins in his forearms. She grabbed the glass cup in front of her and chugged it down.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

She rapidly nodded but didn't look at him. His appearance was not good for her current state of mind.

"You must have been tired," he said as they began to eat.

"Yes," she replied absentmindedly.

Now that she was a little over his appearance, it was easy to remember what had happened this morning and she was displeased all over again.

"I am not surprised; today was quite exhausting."

"Yeah."

She wasn't in the mood to have a conversation, especially about an incident that was still pretty sour.

Davian winced as he got another lackluster response from her. He stopped himself from trying again. He was certain he had given her enough space but it was clearly not enough.

He had been sad when she had refused to join him for lunch and when he went to the bedroom afterwards, she was fast asleep. He didn't want to bother her so he turned off the television and left.

"Thank you, Leonardo," she said at the end of the meal and without waiting for Davian to help her up, she stood.

He could hardly contain his shock. He jumped to his feet, barely reaching the door on time. She had looked ready to open it herself.

"You don't have to do that, Master Davian. Are you done with your meal?"

His eyes widened. She was angry. He had never seen this side before. She had cried in the car but he thought it was the encounter with Nolan and her nerves turning into a wreck after the adrenaline had faded.

"I am," he softly replied. He had never really faced her anger before so he wasn't quite sure how to deal with it.

She didn't respond and walked past him without looking back to see if he was coming with her. He kept up easily with her but he made sure to keep the same distance.

As he walked behind her, he wondered what he would have to do to make amends. It didn't help that she wasn’t speaking to him.

He sighed and ran his fingers through his already ruffled hair. He needed a shower to calm down. Today was one hell of a day.