Chapter 42 COLD BATH
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His smile starts to vanish as he continues chewing the lasagna and there is a moment when he seems to puke but then silently gulps the food down in his stomach with difficulty.
He looks around for the water and my smirk widened, seems like I forget to bring the jug of water, oops my bad.
Smiling innocently, I take slow sips from my fresh cold juice, and with a thrill I watch him finishing the lasagna on his plate. I see the smoke coming out of his mouth and ears but still, he stubbornly continues eating, not stopping until he finishes the lasagna I had served him.
I look determination in his eyes, and my eyes keep provoking him. Alas, he finishes the lasagna, and my interesting show of Andrew's suffering finishes.
I wait for him to shout and scold me, after all, it's the time for him to vent out his anger, or maybe he will show his true face in private when Miss Celine would be away. I thought.
Without saying a single word, Andrew leaves the table, I can't ignore his red eyes and the redness of his face from consuming such spicy food, If I would be at his place I won't swallow a single bite of that spicy lasagna but hats off to him, he didn't even swallow one bite instead of a huge portion of Lasagna that I had served him.
I feel pity for him but then holding in my emotions I walk back to my room. Two hours passed, I keep waiting for Andrew to barge in and scold me but no, nothing happens, I peek out my head from my room and all I could hear is silence.
Taking a long sigh, I walk back and change into my nightdress, my mind keeps going on Andrew's pitiful state, is he doing fine?
My heart seems to go restless, I should be able to bear the consequences and let Andrew suffer but why do I am feeling remorse now for what I have done.
F**k, these emotions, why can't I control them…
Feeling worried, I walk out of my room at midnight and knocks at Andrew's door lightly. He didn't answer and my anxious heart didn't allow me to retreat. Taking a deep breath I twist the doorknob and thankfully it was unlocked.
I open the door and enter, the room is light up brightly and when I look properly, I find that room is empty.
Disappointment envelopes my heart, and I turn to leave but suddenly something clicks in my mind and I halter my steps midway. Turning around I look at the washroom's door and walks slowly towards it, the door was slightly ajar.
Opening it wide, I enter the washroom and widen my eyes as I look at unconscious Andrew laying in the bathtub lifelessly, I gasp in fear and rush towards him.
"Andrew… Andrew…" I call out his name but he didn't respond.
I squeal from the coldness of the water, and looking down I realize what had he done, he has soaked himself in ice-cold water because of that high burning sensation may be.
Feeling guilty, I once more try to wake him up, "Andrew… Wake up, Andrew.." I pat his cheek and he finally open his eyes, "Thank God, you're alive…" I say stupidly cupping his cheek, my heart nearly comes into my mouth when he didn't respond to me.
No matter what, his place and his importance in my life would never change. I did care for him and still do.
"I won't die soon," He slurs at me and I chuckle in relief, "I won't either let you die." I start to get emotional. My clothes are half soaked in water but I don't care.
I start inspecting him, his whole body has turned cold and blue but thankfully he responds to me. Just as I was thinking about what to do next with him, he suddenly pulls me inside the tub and I fall onto his hard body.
"Ahh…" An unexpected cry escapes my mouth and when I turn all wet from the cold water I couldn't help but shiver.
Before I am able to stand, Andrew, hugs me tightly in his arms, he places his head on my chest and I move feeling shy and uncomfortable but he didn't seem to care at all.
He is half-conscious and blurting out unintelligible words, I ignore his weird behavior and look for a way to get us both out of this tub.
"Andrew… we need to go back to the room." I tell him and he looks up at me, his eyes smirking with mirth, "No." He refuses and suddenly he bites on my breasts making me stupefy and then he starts to suck on my skin gently.
I twist my body in uneasiness but he tightens his grip as his mouth starts to go down, "An..d..rew.." I stutter and my mouth dries in mortified horror when I feel him sucking on one of my ni**les, I suppress a moan and mutter to stop him, awash with embarrassment, but he didn't stop, he keeps sucking on my skin until he colors my flesh.
I close my eyes in distress, all the bad memories coming back… No… No… No… Please don't go there…. No… I make a silent plea in my mind and then subconsciously I push Andrew away with all my strength.
His upper body pushes away with force and he looks stunned and upset, "Stop it…" I tell him furiously. He scowls at me and then grabbing my hair he kisses me furiously, I gulp in pain, as he eats my mouth, finally, I go out of choice as I slap him hard on his face making him stop deadly.
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He let off of his grip on my hair, slowly leaning back, he noticed my tears, and just in seconds, his stern face turns anxious as he holds my face, and looks at me worriedly, "Tessy… No… Please don't cry…"
I push him away and then stand up from him feeling rage burning inside my body, this man, even when I try to be humble with him he never let me stay polite with him. Always forcing himself on me, jerk.
"Get up and come out of the tub," I order him in a serious tone and he does listen to me immediately.
As he steps out of the tub, his steps stagger and I immediately hold his arm to steady him. Touching his arm I realize that his body temperature has started to rise, it's not cold anymore but getting hot, like burning hot.
I frown and help him to get to the room, his clothes are all wet just like mine. I can't let him sit on the bed, I lead him to the chair and he sits obediently, he closes his eyes and leans back his head while I start to fish out his clothes.
When I return, he has fallen asleep on the chair or lost his consciousness again, I can't tell anything surely.
I try to wake him up but he didn't budge, losing all hope I start unbuttoning his clothes, and I swallow dryly as I watch his toned body, he is too handsome, I couldn't help but blush as I stare at him lasciviously.
I take off his pants and widen my eyes as I notice his bulge, closing my eyes somehow I was able to get him naked. Taking a towel I pat his wet body and as I pat his lower part, my hand touched his erection and I blush furiously.
With embarrassment and trembling hands, I put on his clothes and then pull him up. Using all my strength I push him to the bed, He somehow staggers towards his bed and I sigh in relief when suddenly he holds my wrist and pulls me with him too.
F**k, again I am in his arms. I sigh tiredly, why do we both always have to end up like this…
Suppressing an irritated sigh, I calmly start to move, my nightdress is still wet and now because of me his clothes also start to get wet, somehow I successfully get out of his grip and then walking into his wardrobe, I help myself by wearing his T-shirt.
I pick up his wet clothes and put them into the laundry basket with my nightdress. Then doing a final check, I was supposed to leave when I hear his low whispers for water, I look around and there was no water in his room.
Frowning, I walk back to my room quickly and bring the jug of water from there, I fill a glass of water for him and then help him to drink, he still says gibberish words, and I ignore him completely but when I touch his forehead, he seems to be burning in lava.
Too hot, I frown badly, whoever stays in the cold bath for so long definitely a person is going to catch a fever. How foolish of him… But why did he put himself into the cold water, huh? My inner voice snaps at me making me sink further into guilt.
I have no choice but to stay in his room longer, At first, I try to feed him the medicine, but he refuse to open his mouth and I am afraid that if I force him he might get choked as I decided to do something that doesn't include medicine to lower his temperature.
I bring a bowl of iced water and start putting a cloth on his forehead to subside the fever, I did it multiple times and still, I see no improvement at all. The water has turned to room temperature and again I stand up tiredly as I bring more ice to add-in.
I keep changing the cloth on his forehead from time to time to reside his fever but nothing seems to work at all, Alas, I yawn tiredly and continue the procedure until I feel the heat-reducing from his body.
I didn't know when I fall asleep beside him, I seem to sleep in an awkward position and move uncomfortably as I feel little movements under me that irritates my sleep. I feel like I am covered in a warm embrace and sleep peacefully for a very long time.
