Chapter 75 Chapter 75
MORI’S POV
I pulled my hair several times when I woke up the next morning. Memories of the night I got drunk came rushing back—how Hendeix picked me up, and worse, what I asked him.
What the fuck. Why did I ask that?
I should’ve gotten completely wasted so I wouldn’t remember anything and could pretend I had no idea what happened.
I sneaked out to the kitchen and grabbed some water from the fridge. That’s when I saw the chocolate—the same one that once turned me into a monster.
I need to take this away.
I tried to calm myself down, but Roan noticed me and approached.
“Miss Jade, are you okay? Do you need anything?” she asked.
“H-Huh? N-no.”
“What are you doing in front of the fridge? Are you hungry? I’ll prepare your breakfast in a minute,” she offered, but I stopped her.
“Ah… n-no. Actually, I’ll be the one to prepare breakfast—for Hendeix. Yes, I’ll cook for him.”
To make up for the embarrassment I caused. I’ll try to add something amnesia-inducing to whatever I cook so he forgets everything I said last night.
What worries me is… did I say anything else? I hope not.
“But I saw Mr. Lavarre just now in his office. He’s preparing to leave for the city immediately.”
“What did you say? He’s leaving right away?” I asked anxiously.
“Yes, Miss Jade. My brother was also in a hurry. They have a client from yesterday that they need to attend to—”
“Because they were delayed because of me?” I cut her off. “Am I being a burden to my husband?”
“It’s not like that, Miss Jade.”
“Then… can I ask him to have breakfast with me before he leaves?”
“That would be—”
“Too much?” I finished for her. She looked cornered and could only scratch the back of her neck. I continued cooking instead, hoping I’d finish before Hendeix left.
I tried to hold back my tears, but why does it feel like I’m becoming a disturbance to my husband? Is it wrong to ask for comfort from him after what happened to me during the medical mission and after my encounter with my family? I haven’t even told Hendeix about it yet… but is that even necessary?
My shoulders slumped in disappointment. Every time I remember what happened with my family, I feel terribly hurt. It’s as if I’m trapped inside a cage, toyed with by people. And I’m trying to survive—trying to find a place where I belong, asking for help from a stranger—yet it feels like I’m still not in a position to do that. I don’t want to be a burden either, even though Hendeix keeps telling me that I’m not a burden to him.
I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. I looked up and saw Hendeix already dressed and ready to leave, but I gathered my courage and greeted him with a sweet smile.
“Huz! Are you leaving already? Won’t you eat first? I woke up early to prepare some food for you!”
I tried not to let my voice break. It was still too early for drama, and I didn’t want to cry in front of him—especially with the twins around, both clearly eager for Hendeix to leave.
I just want to erase the memory of what happened in our house last night.
“Just this once, eat with me, please. Roan doesn’t eat with me anyway. Please?” I pleaded, even though I could already hear Roen whispering that they were going to be late.
But maybe it really is impossible for Hendeix to choose me. His company is more important than I am. Who am I, after all?
I was already prepared for him to say no when he nodded instead. My eyes widened in shock. I never experienced this even with my ex. How can Hendeix set aside his work for someone like me?
I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face as he left. I happily waved at him, watching the car disappear from Sky Villa.
I’m glad—somehow, the sadness I was carrying faded away.
I went back inside the villa and was greeted by Roan’s troubled expression.
“What? Did I do something wrong?” I asked her.
“No, Miss Jade. It’s just that…” She paused and sighed. “…it would be better if you don’t trouble Mr. Lavarre too much. He has many responsibilities in his company. Time is very important to him.”
“I know, but can’t he at least eat? There’s nothing wrong with what I did, right? You saw him smile. He liked what I did,” I insisted.
“Yes, Miss Jade, I’m not saying what you did was wrong. But if this happens again, it won’t help him. You’ll become his distraction. He has a goal he needs to achieve. Every second is a move toward that goal—and you might put the company he worked so hard to build at risk.”