Chapter 177: ~Hellbound~
Ethan, perhaps sensing the storm within, abruptly caressed my cheek and wiped away the evidence of my silent tears. The unexpected tenderness took
aback, and I glanced at him with surprise. Why are you doing this?
"You must have loved him so much?" Ethan asked sternly.
Elena looked at
and nodded.
Didn’t she? I rubbed my forehead, the uncertainty tightening its grip. Panic flickered montarily as I dashed to the porch, hoping to find her there, perhaps lost in contemplation.
"She was with , but Ethan took her with him," Derek inford.
"Yes," she affird.
The sense of foreboding escalated, and I walked out of the chamber, my eyes scanning the room for any sign of her. When the room offered no answers, I ventured to go down, each step heavier than the last.
Slowly, I walked toward the resort, a silent contemplation accompanying each step. The echoes of our conversation lingered in my mind, a puzzle I couldn’t decipher.
I surveyed the assortnt of food, a silent acknowledgnt of the thoughtful gesture. Was all of this orchestrated by Derek?
"Yeah, it was extrely good," I affird.
Ethan’s warm smile held an otherworldly quality, as though an angel had descended, offering solace in the midst of the emotional tempest.
"What’s that look on your face, babe? You can’t fool my eyes," I added, my gaze probing for the unspoken burdens that seed to weigh her down.
My heart knows what is happening inside . Why I am so restless, I take this step knowing the consequence, I need to control myself.
As I finished the last spoonful of soup, a wave of unease washed over .
"Nothing," Elena replied, her voice carrying the weight of exhaustion. It was clear she was too tired, and a silent plea for respite lingered in her eyes.
But the porch, too, was devoid of her figure.
"Babe," Derek said, shaking
from my reverie.
"I don’t know why I don’t want to leave him," I admitted silently.
As she looked up at , a myriad of emotions flickering in her eyes, I couldn’t help myself. I rushed forward and enveloped her in a tight embrace, a silent acknowledgnt of the fear that had gripped my heart.
"Ma’am, I heard he’s married, but I’ve never seen his wife or daughter," she answered, her response raising more questions than answers.
I nodded in affirmation, my eyes closing involuntarily as the mories of a love lost flooded my consciousness.
"Soup?" Derek queried, confusion etched on his face.
"My husband?" I pressed, a mixture of surprise and uncertainty clouding my expression.
"Where have you been?"
"What’s the matter, Elena? What brings you here?" I asked, my concern evident as I observed the weariness etched on her face.
She nervously nodded, her attempt to make a hasty exit halted by my words.
Then where is Elena?
Sensing her need for rest, I took her up in my arms and laid her gently on the bed.
"Listen," I began, sensing a question brewing within , "have you ever seen your manager’s wife and daughter?"
I arched my brows as the gentle caress of sunrays touched my face. Slowly, I opened my eyes to a vast expanse of ocean and sky, their hues blending in the morning canvas. The beauty around
felt surreal, a stark contrast to the disorientation within.
"Did you go for a morning walk?"
I inquired, turning to face him.
When I opened my eyes, all I saw was Paulina.
My eyes welled up with tears once more as the admission escaped my lips.
And then, there she was.
"You remind
of the moon. But what’s the matter with you?" Ethan mused, addressing the celestial orb as though it held secrets only he could decipher.
"Yes," I said, granting permission. The girl entered with a tray, a warm smile adorning her face.
"You have a really pale appearance," I remarked gently as I guided her toward the room. Her silence spoke volus, and the weight of unsaid words hung heavy in the air.
"Elena!"
For a second, I couldn’t find words. The fear of her absence, the uncertainty of the night, and the haunting echoes of our shared confessions converged in that embrace.
With Elena nestled in his arms, he rose and found a secluded bench, gently laying her head upon his lap. He observed her serene face, the gentle caress of her hair, a silent vigil over her peaceful slumber.
Ahh!
"The soup you ordered tasted good," I comnted, attempting to shift the focus.
"Don’t worry, Mrs.. I think he’s keeping an eye on you everywhere you go," Ethan reassured, his words carrying a subtle comfort as he withdrew his hand from my cheek.
"You didn’t, ma’am, but sir told
to serve you," she explained with a nervous smile.
My eyes remained locked on him, a reluctance to leave his presence tugging at my weary heart. I lowered my head, finding refuge on his chest, the warmth of his presence a balm to the turmoil within.
Leaving the room, I ventured outside, hoping to find Derek and Paulina. The scenic surroundings offered a montary distraction, but Derek’s unexpected voice brought
back to the present.
"Where is Paulina?"
"Sir?" I questioned, seeking clarification.
"Elena, why don’t you listen to ?"
"But I was unable to express my feelings to him. I was really cruel to him. He was madly in love with ," I confessed, the weight of guilt and remorse tainting my words.
My eyes slowly shut, surrendering to the weight of weariness and emotional tumult. But before the darkness claid , I felt warmth enveloping , a sensation akin to being cradled in the arms of an ethereal embrace.
"It’s for you, ma’am. Have it, please!" she said, placing the dish on the table before gracefully retreating.
"I don’t know," I confessed softly, my words muffled against her hair. "For a second, I thought you left ."
"Yes," I replied.
I rubbed my eyes, the lingering weariness reminding
of the restless night. As I attempted to stand, a wave of dizziness washed over , a testant to my weakened state. Carefully navigating through the room, I headed to the restroom, to freshen up.
"Mrs., go to your room. It’s getting really cold here," he suggested, his voice a tender directive.
"I’m not going to let you lose your mind, darling. You were and will remain my love. In your heart, I’m still there for you."
"Take a nap, Elena," I urged, my voice softened with affection as I kissed her forehead. With a lingering gaze, I left her side and headed to the bathroom.
On the other side of this narrative, Derek moved aside, extending his hand to grasp Elena, but she was nowhere to be found.
As I sat up, the shawl clutched in my hands, a wave of confusion washed over . Did I sleep here last night? Images of a moonlit encounter with Ethan flickered in my mind, and I couldn’t shake off the lingering sense of unreality.
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Ethan again? My surprise was palpable. As we followed the sound of a little girl’s giggles, we discovered Ethan and Paulina engrossed in a playful mont. The sight took
aback, a mont frozen in ti where they seed undeniably like father and daughter.
I got up on my feet, a lingering dizziness a testant to the drug’s influence. The events of the previous night blurred the lines between reality and illusion. Last night—was it hallucination?
As she left the room, a bowl of soup in my hands, I couldn’t shake the feeling of familiarity that clung to the flavors. It mirrored the taste of the soup prepared by Paul’s cook.
I expressed my concern, my worry surfacing in the lines of my brow.
I erged from the warmth of the bed, a sense of unease lingering in my mind. The bathroom, my first destination, offered no trace of her presence. A quick check revealed a locked door, dispelling the notion that she might have sought solace within.
Her gaze fixed on , curiosity sparking in her eyes.
In the solace of the bathroom, my thoughts beca a tumultuous whirlwind.
Elena, appearing like a mirage in the morning light, was coming toward . Relief washed over , and I called out her na, my steps quickening. For correct content, please visit
"Elena, are you crazy? Now, don’t state that the chief is Paul," I scolded myself in a hushed whisper. With a determined nod, I dismissed the lingering doubts and resud eating.
"You are not Paul? Why are you not my Paul? You are not..." I murmured, the words dissolving into the night.
Ethan cradled Elena within the circle of his arms, her form sinking into the haven of sleep. As he held her close, his gaze ascended to the heavens, a canvas adorned with countless stars while the moon bead down in serene radiance.
Ethan, understanding the depth of my pain, gently touched my cheek with his thumb.
"May I co in, ma’am," a gentle voice, belonging to a girl, requested.
"How lovely the scenery is!" he exclaid, a smile gracing his features as he marveled at the celestial display.
The unexpected knock on the door startled .
"Excuse ," I interjected, "I didn’t ask for these."
To be continued.
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