Chapter 18 Going To Darjeeling
Seeing how frightened I am, he speaks gently, "Don't be scared. I won't do anything. Besides, what could you even hide from me? I've already seen everything."
I look at him in shock, my eyes wide, unable to understand his words. He doesn't say anything more. Without rushing, without force, he calmly wraps a bathrobe around me, covering me properly. His movements are steady, almost careful, as if he suddenly realizes how shaken I am.
He lifts me into his arms and carries me out of the bathroom. I don't resist; I don't even have the strength to. My head rests against his shoulder.
He places me gently on the bed, making sure I'm comfortable. Then, to my surprise, he lies down beside me and pulls me into a quiet, protective hug. His arms close around me firmly, yet not painfully.
A few days pass, and he starts treating me with so much care and affection that I completely lose track of time. I don't even realize how the days slip by. Diana doesn't appear anywhere in that house again. I don't have the courage to ask him about her. Slowly, he comes so close to me that he can't seem to stay without seeing me. And I... I begin to feel a little comfortable with his changed behavior. Slowly, I start getting used to him.
Today also passes quietly. Evening sets in. The weather turns cold, so I sit near the fireplace, peacefully reading a novel. The gentle warmth of the fire soothes my hands. Suddenly, I sense footsteps behind me. I don't need to think twice, I know Mr. Wilson has arrived. An unintentional smile appears on my face.
He enters the living area. I look at him. With an expressionless face, he walks straight toward me and sits down right beside me on the sofa. Then, in a firm, flat voice, he says, "We need to leave this place right now. Pack your clothes."
I look at him in surprise. There is a hint of worry clearly visible on his face, "What happened?" I ask softly.
He pulls me into his chest and says, "I'll explain later. You need to come now."
Fear rises inside me. "My... my sister's treatment?" I ask anxiously.
Without hesitation, he replies, "Don't worry. I've already instructed them. There will be no shortage in her treatment."
I silently nod and walk toward the room. I open the cupboard and start taking out my clothes. My hands move quickly while my mind fills with countless questions. Just then, he enters the room.
"But where are we going?" I ask.
While changing his shirt, he answers, "Darjeeling."
My eyes light up instantly. "Really?" I say happily.
He looks at me strangely. "Yes. What's there to be so happy about?"
I smile faintly, then say in a sad tone, "It has always been my dream to go to Darjeeling. But I never had that much money."
As I say this, my voice softens. He comes closer and says, "Now you can go whatever you want."
I immediately reply, "But it's your money... why would I spend it unnecessarily?"
In a slightly firm, possessive tone, he says, "I married you. It's my responsibility."
Still, I say, "But this is all yours, not mine."
He gently pulls my cheek and says, "Very soon, all of this will be yours too."
I look at him in surprise. "How?"
He doesn't answer. He simply starts putting on another shirt. My heart feels heavy, and I say quietly, "You're doing all this because you feel guilty about that night, right?"
His hands freeze on the buttons of his shirt. He turns toward me and suddenly shouts angrily, "Shut up! I'm not standing here to answer all your questions. I'm getting late. Do you understand? From now on, I don't want to hear a single word from you. Be outside in ten minutes."
Saying this, he walks out of the room.
My eyes fill with tears. My heart aches deeply. This is the only thing that hurts me, he treats me with so much care, but he never gives me clear answers to my questions. I quickly pack my clothes, close the suitcase, and step outside.
As soon as I enter the garden, I freeze in shock. His private jet is already descending onto the vast lawn, its engines humming low. The wind from the blades rushes past me, making my hair whip around my face. I can't even speak. My mind goes blank.
He walks up to me without saying anything and gently takes the suitcase from my hand. I don't resist. A bodyguard steps forward, takes it from him, and places it inside the jet. Everything happens so quickly, so smoothly, as if it's all been planned long before I knew about it. He reaches for my hand and leads me inside. I follow silently. The bodyguards remain outside, and the jet door closes with a dull, final sound.
Inside, the space feels quiet and unreal. I walk in and sit near the window, my arms folded tightly around myself. He comes and sits beside me. The jet slowly starts moving, then begins to rise into the air. The ground slips away beneath us. I stare outside, refusing to look at him.
He doesn't force conversation. His hand comes up and gently strokes my shoulder, slow and steady, as if trying to calm me. I stiffen but still say nothing.
Suddenly, he lifts me into his lap.
"Let go," I say sharply, my voice cold with anger.
He doesn't reply. Without a word, he pulls me into his chest and looks out the window again, as if my protest never happened. His arms hold me firmly but not painfully. I remain pressed against him, my body tense, my heart heavy. I'm exhausted physically and emotionally. Slowly, despite myself, my eyelids grow heavy. The sound of the engine turns into a distant hum.
I don't even realize when I fall asleep. Then, suddenly, my eyes flutter open. I gasp softly, confused.
I'm shocked.
I'm not in the jet anymore.
TO BE COUNTINUE...!!!