Chapter 56

of his life.

He'd read that the girl liked seafood. Blue green and

pastel pink are my favorite colors. It is a big fan of plants

and flowers. Shit! Why does he only realize this now? He

hadn't read what Farhistt had given him because he

hadn't had time. Elah is terrified of spiders. It dislikes

being in high places. It's a butter allergy. Okay, that's it!

He refuses to use butter. Its favorites are the shrimp with

honeycomb and the spiced bangus sinigang.

That's al! He read the next document the next time. He

quickly made the food she requested. He rummaged

through the fridge, looking for shrimp and bangus. He

was relieved to see how much stock he had. He quickly

prepared all of the ingredients he would require. He's

practically a pro in the kitchen, so he knows the food

he's going to prepare today will be delicious. Perhaps the

girl would cry with delight if she tasted it.

When Ellah arrived, the food he had prepared was still

smoking on the table. When he saw her frowning face,

he immediately drew a smile on his lips but quickly

vanished. What the fuck! What did it see this time? It

wasn't always like this with him!

"Good morning!" he said warmly, hesitant to approach

her, but he chose the latter, don't.

"What are you cooking?" she asked, her frown still on her

face.

"Shrimp and bangus sinigang with chili," he exclaimed

enthusiastically.

He felt pleasure as her eyes twinkled. Ellah ran to the

sink and vomited as soon as she approached the table

and began to taste the shrimp he had cooked. In a panic,

he chased Ellah down and patted her on the back. Damn!

Isn't what he made delectable? Isn't it unpleasant to eat?

Why did she vomit?

"Are you all right?"

"Take your hand off my hand!" She shook his hand as she

Vomited with water.

He could only shrug his shoulders and comply with her

wishes. What he does know is that he cooks well and can

win food competitions. When it comes to the kitchen, he

is impenetrable, but why? He couldn't figure it out.

He quickly grabbed his phone and dialed Herrence's

number. His doctor pal.

Cuhen climbed up and went straight to the tree after

tired of swimming. He punched it hard. Damn! At these

times, he needs to express his anger. He was still

irritated by the woman's sudden change. When he got

home, his fist was bleeding.

They ran into each other as he was about to enter the

house. As she looked at his bleeding wound, he noticed

her frown and raise an eyebrow.

He was not in any pain. Since the deaths of two

important people in his life, his entire body has been

numb. But why does he already experience a strange

pain whenever Ellah avoids him?

Ellah, he expected, would approach him, but she simply

turned around and went upstairs to her room. He sighed

as he climbed the stairs to his own room. Yes, his body is

tired, and he can sleep on it.

He sagged on the bed, unclothed, and silently stared at

the ceiling. When he felt the door open, he was in such a

state. He didn't move an inch. He quickly closed his eyes

and pretended to sleep. He could hear Ellah's footsteps

approaching him. He was fortunate to have a blanket

Over him, but he could see that his manhood was wide

awake. Because it has a mind of its own, he has difficulty

controlling it at times.

When he heard the maiden sigh, she sat up on the bed

slightly. After a few seconds, he felt her hands caress his

cheek, as she had done before, but he just let her do it

while pretending to be asleep. She touched his chin and wanted to shout with delight, but he controlled himself.

Then she felt a bullet wound on his shoulder. What Kleve

gave him. His wound doesn't hurt him. Moments later, he

felt her aid his shoulder wOund and replace it with a new

bandage, then carefully follow his wounded fist. To stop

the bleeding, she carefully cleaned the wound and

wrapped it in a bandage.

With those simple gestures of the girl, it felt Iike a few

thousand needles pierced his heart, and he wanted to

hug her too tightly. Why is he in pain rather than joy? He

was scared shitless.

He held back from embracing her because one of his

hands was numbed. He was becoming increasingly

dissatisfied with himself.

"I don't want to see you like that, even though I'm

disgusted by your appearance. You would have been

very attractive.. but I'm sure Azael would have been

more attractive..." And she stood up straight and walked

out of his room, leaving him alone.

What the fuck?!

He rose quickly, but he was greeted by the door.

Fuckkkk! Ellah can't stand his hopeless cousin, who's

hopelessly in love with his own sister! He is going to kill

Azael! This will not allow it.

AS she walked into her room, Ellah simply rolled her

eyes. Cuhen was just grateful because she loved him,

but every time she saw his handsome face, she was

disgusted and the pleasure of kicking his face until he ran away crying. She would not have approached it and

treated it if he hadn't had a wound and a bleeding hand.

She didn't eat anything else that day because she didn't

want to vomit. She also had no intention of informing

Cuhen, and it appeared from his actions that he was

unaware that she was pregnant with their child. That

was fine; she didn't want anyone else to know. She'd like

to express her gratitude to Dr. Hayes and Azael for

keeping her pregnancy a secret from Cuhen.

She, too, will leave this island one day. She was simply

waiting for the right moment to flee. She becomes

irritated and angry whenever she sees Cuhen's face, so

before she can yell at him, she needs to get out of there,

and the question is how she will do so.

Two weeks had passed. Her head has always been

burning, and Cuhen was the one she piled on. She

always hit him if she wasn't slapping him. The only thing

that amazes her is that he doesn't complain or put up

with the aggression like he used to. He will simply calm

down and move away, but as he does so, she loses even

more anger. So she walks out looking pretty and doesn't

leave her room for the rest of the day. She would only

Come out if she felt Cuhen was gone or if it went

downstairs to its private resort, which had already

begun to open and was being visited by many

high-profile people.

And, as far as she knows, Cuhen will travel to

Pennsylvania to watch his cousin play hockey. Cuhen

wanted her to accompany him, but she was hesitant to

say yes. What exactly is she going to do there? And, one more thing, she was overjoyed at the prospect of

Cuhen's departure. That meant she was the only person

on the island, which was a fantastic idea for her.

"Damn! I'm not going to be able to leave her alone. Fuck

you, dude! I'll see you on the court next year. Bye."

When she heard his cellphone conversation, she raised

her brows and turned away from her. Bullshit! Did she

expect it to leave this week?

She marched into her room without saying anything,

while Cuhen dashed out the door when she received

another call. She didn't know who had called him on the

phone anymore, and she was sick of knowing that.

She was so bored lying on the bed for hours that she

nearly fainted when she saw Azael climb out the window,

laugh, and jump in front of her.

"Hello, Ellah!"

God! She thinks this person will give her heart attack!

She was so agitated that she threw the pillow at the man,

who just laughed and sat on the couch in her room. She

was just sitting comfortably, and it appeared that the

madman was plotting something new. She stood up and

raised an eyebrow.

"What are you doing here, and did you really go through

the window? Are you a Tarzan?" She locked her gaze on

him.

"Relax, Ellah! I've got a plan." He says this while grinning

like an asshole.