Chapter 37

Eros Robinson's POV

Finally, George gave Freshia the sleeping pills and appetite enhancer that I asked for. This medicine is in powder form which is easily dissolved in water. I immediately ordered the servant to give the medicine to the water provided for Freshia.

Three days passed and finally, Freshia started to want to eat food again. George's medicine proved effective for her body. Her condition gradually improved and her face looked fresher.

That night, I checked Freshia back in her room. I found her already fast asleep. I sat on the edge of her bed and saw that the strangulation marks on her neck had started to fade. She was starting to look like she did before.

Instantly I felt my heart beating fast. Not seeing her in the last few days has made my longing for her peak. Freshia always manages to tear apart my emotions and thoughts.

I couldn't hold back my desire not to kiss her forehead until finally, I did it for quite a long time. Luckily it didn't wake her up, or maybe it was because she was still under the influence of the sleeping pill she was taking. After that, I continued to pay attention to her shady face. There is no other view that can beat the beauty of her face when she is fast asleep like now.

My heart also felt calm. Freshia is truly both medicine and poison for me. Because she is an addiction to me. My feeling of having her is greater than anything else. I can never let it go.

“Give up, Freshia! I just need you to accept our time together as it is now." I said slowly.

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Freshia Ava's POV

I give up. Looks like I have to bury my intention to run away. My whole body and mind were very, very tired. Since the incident where Eros strangled me until I almost lost my breath, it no longer occurred to me to try to escape.

That doesn't mean I have accepted everything that happened to me. It's just that I want to follow the path of my life that may have been outlined. This means that I am not unable to fight Eros, but I am even more unable to fight fate.

The next morning after the incident, I woke up and found myself in bed. I don't know who moved me from the floor to here, I don't care anymore. I tried to get up from my sleep to sit up and then leaned my body which still felt weak to lean completely against the headboard of the bed.

After successfully leaning back, I grabbed my neck and found a trace of cream there. Maybe my neck has been treated and again I don't care. A few minutes later I found someone entering the room. The woman was Aunt Ivanka who was carrying a tray that I was sure contained my breakfast.

I didn't intend to look at her and turned my eyes to look straight ahead. Aunt Ivanka put the tray in its usual place, namely on top of the drawer right next to the bed. Then she told me that it was my breakfast, as I had expected before. But I just kept quiet, not intending to talk to her. My throat still feels odd.

After that, she asked my permission to apply a special scar-removing ointment to my neck area. But I immediately rejected it. "No need. Please leave me alone." I said in a hoarse voice. Finally, Aunt Ivanka said goodbye and left my room. And this continued for the next three days.

I have no desire to consume anything. Just want to drink water to wet my throat. Of course, I felt my body getting weaker, but I no longer had any purpose. More and more, I just want to surrender to the end of my life.

However, after three days of my hunger strike, I felt very hungry when I opened my eyes from sleep. And it continues to happen every time I wake up from my sleep, both day and night. I thought that this was the effect of my body not consuming anything for the past three days.

I also just thought that Eros never visited me again after the incident that night. Finally, tonight I found his figure appearing from behind my bedroom door. At that time I was leaning against the back of my bed as usual. I knew he was coming, but my gaze was still only directed straight ahead.

"How are you now? Are you feeling better?” He said when he arrived near me. But I just remained silent, not intending to reply at all to what he said.

Eros was also silent, but his gaze remained fixed on me. Then he sat on the edge of the bed, facing me. "What are you looking at at the other end that you're ignoring me?" He said again and again I didn't intend to answer his casual question.

“Was my stranglehold not enough for you, Freshia?” His words made me immediately turn towards him. Eros smiled lightly. "Apparently you had to be hardened first to notice my presence, huh?"

“Continue doing whatever you want and I will also continue doing whatever I want, Freshia,” Eros said again. After that, he finally left me.

***

Almost two weeks have passed and my situation is still the same as before. Didn't intend to talk to anyone. Until finally Eros came back to see me that morning. He came to my room in a full suit and his hair was styled in such a way. “It seems you still won't open your mouth to speak, huh?” He said then sat on the edge of my bed as usual.

After that, his hand opened the brown envelope that had been in his grasp and reached into the contents of the envelope. “Recognize something in this photo?” He said while showing me a photo of a mound of earth with a bouquet of white lilies on top. I certainly know him very well.

“What do you want to do again?” I said finally. Of course, I can't just keep quiet when it comes to my grandmother.

Eros smiled. "Finally, I want to talk, huh," he said. I just stared at him silently. Waiting for what he will say next.

“I promise, I will take you there. On condition that you must fulfill all my wishes, Freshia.”

Therefore, from that day on I tried to fulfill his wishes even though I did it with great compulsion. Starting from eating with him at home, accompanying him around the house, watching films with him in a special room in his house which was transformed into a private cinema, to accompanying him to work in his office.

But when I did all that, my heart felt dead. I felt like I was just a doll that he could take around as he pleased. If it weren't for my Grandma, I would never have wanted to do all that. However, one night while I was quiet, something suddenly crossed my mind.

I don't understand what Eros is really looking for from false happiness that is only created and enjoyed by himself. Is he happy with all this? I think I'm starting to sympathize with him. But a split second later I shook my head when I realized that my situation was more worthy of pity than his.