The Loveless Romance

8. And he cried like a child.

Adriana's POV:

I know I'm not doing any good to follow the same stars of hope that have betrayed me many times but what you expect from a soul wandering in the dark, suffocating, looking for a ray of light to escape or at least to get rid of this agonizing dark?

Call me innocent. Call me dumb. Call me whatever you want but this is what I am. All I need is a supporting hand.

All I want is hope. This depression will otherwise eat up the light from my life and I would no more be able to go along with the desire to live. This little hope would do miracles for me. And I'm holding on it so tightly.

His sister, his mother is giving me hateful glares but I really don't care. His smile that's directed towards me is all I care about. I'm here standing with a lady who is wearing an elegant red gown and she is very humble and friendly.

Liam is standing across the hall with other guests. He looks at him while talking with his friends and smiles. This alone encourages me to and steadfast and don't give up on this relationship.

All those sweet feelings are erupting in my stomach and these goosebumps are adding more to new feelings. His deep beautiful eyes are caressing my skin like the breeze of spring touching the petals of new blooming flowers.

"Adriana."

His crispy, deep voice reached my ears. He was standing in front of me. I smiled back involuntarily. He slipped his arm around my waist possessively and my heart was on the verge of exploding when he looking in my eyes and combed my hairs with his fingers, slipping the silky curls behind my ear.

If I died there, I won't mind at all. I have lived a life in this moment.

"Your wife is such a wonderful lady, Mr. Hunter." The woman said, breaking the trance I was wandering in.

"She is," Liam replied, giving me a warm smile.

These moments are so special that I wish I could live my entire life in them and the flavor of these moments stay always here, surrounding me.

But this is not possible. We all are given a very short time. We have to savor them as efficiently as possible.

"You are looking so beautiful and stunning, love." He leaned in to whisper in my ear and my breath hitches in my throat. This is too good to be real. This is like a dream which makes us want to love sleep.

I was looking at his face and didn't notice that a traitor tear slipped the margin of my eye.

"Shhh." He shushed me, wiping the tear with his thumb. "Did I say something wrong?" He asked out of the concern and I shook my head.

"Then why these tears?" He questioned.

"I'm happy," I replied to which he smiled, kissing my forehead.

The rest of the night flew light a flash. The guests started leaving. I was feeling so worn out and wanted to have a long sleep. The tight gown was now starting to suffocate me and the pair of the heel was making me feel as if I had been walking on my toes.

All the guests departed but Liam's family stayed a little longer before leaving. Liam's mother spat out all of the venom that she had been keeping for me in her mind. She commented bad about my dressing, my walking, my hosting, and whatnot. I felt so embarrassed in front of Liam.

When his mother decided to shut her mouth, his sister started off. I noticed that Liam was zones out. He wasn't paying attention to them. He was busy in his own thoughts.

Finally, after midnight, it was time for them to leave.

I took a breath of relaxation when they stepped out because I was no longer the target of bitter glares of his sister and mother and I could breathe freely.

The moment his family left, Liam strolled towards his room without saying a word which was a bit concerning for me. I was now standing in the lounge alone, looking around the silent, empty space.

I sighed and sat down on the sofa, thing off my heels. A great sensation ran through my body as I put my feet straight on the floor. I leaned back on the couch and massaged my scalps with my fingers.  

I was feeling much better.

I heard Oliver's voice and my energy instantly elevated up. He is a mood refresher for me. I gazed up and saw Nancy coming in my way, carrying Oliver in her arms.

My little baby was still awake but I could see the sleep dominating his senses. He was rubbing his eyes. I took him from Nancy's arms and she told me that she had finished feeding him and now he just needs my lap to sleep.

I carried him in my arms and he rubbed his nose against my chest, fisting my gown. I gave him a brief kiss and took him to the room and by the time I reached there, he was sleeping. I placed him in his cot and covered him with the blanket.

The silence spread everywhere.  sighed while looking in the mirror. I smiled recalling Liam's beautiful words from earlier. I combed my hair with my fingers and my eyes lowered down as the memory of him kissing my forehead floated in my mind.

I lifted my hands to remove the jewelry but my heart stopped me. Something clicked in my mind and both, my heart and my mind, agreed to this new idea.

A cup of coffee with Liam.

Not a bad idea.

I brushed my hair and straightened the creases on my dress with my palm. A sudden blush just appeared on my cheeks and I closed my eyes as my body shuddered with those weird feelings I can't name.

I checked on Oliver for the last time and exited out of the room, taking small steps towards the kitchen while trying to calm down my excited heart. The lights were already off in the lounge but the lights in the garden are illuminating the inside of the house, helping me to see the way.

I entered the kitchen and switched on the lights. I took out two cups and started making coffee. I mixed it thoroughly while recalling those moments in slow motion in my brain when he smiled at me while combing my hair. I just can't stop myself thinking about it. It doesn't happen everyday.

The coffee is ready. All creamy and frothy.

Holding the cups in my hands, I walked in the direction of his room. The door was closed and I groaned, cursing myself for not bringing the cups in the tray.

How am I supposed to knock now?

Use your foot, Adriana.

My mind suggested.

Not bad.

I knocked on the door with my foot but no response came. Oh, God! Is he sleeping already?

Somebody say No, please! I have made coffee for him.

I knocked again but there was a scary silence. I sighed, put the cups on the nearby vase stand which was about four feet away, and opened the door slightly. I then picked up the cup and opened the door fully with my foot.

I was now standing in his room which was only illuminated by an amber bulb light. His room was a mess and he was lying on the bed on his stomach. His arms were under his face and He was still in his party attire except for the jacket that he has removed. He is also wearing his shoes.

He sleeps with his shoes on?

"Leave me alone." I shuddered when he suddenly spoke.

Now, what is wrong with his voice? Is he crying?

Not again. That b***h doesn't even worth his single tear. Yeah, Serena is a b***h!

"Co- Coffee?" I stuttered not knowing how to reply to his "Leave me Alone" request.

"Get out."

He grunted and I froze with the coldness of his behavior. He was warm and gentle a while ago and now I can feel the same Liam for whom I'm nothing but just his son's nanny.

Were those sweet moments were just a pretense? Of course, those were. How can someone just love me or like me without having their own benefit in it? How can I so foolish to fall in his trap so easily? He didn't mean a single word which he said earlier. Now did he?

I shouldn't have come here. At least, I would have had a great night with this misunderstanding that he wants to work on our relationship.

I placed the cup on the table and sat beside him, on the bed. His face was on the other side so it was difficult for me to understand his mood right now. He was sad, that was for sure but I don't know whether if he is angry too.

I hesitated at first but then I placed my hand on his shoulder to console him. The moment my palm touched his body, he yanked my hand away. His sudden move hit my heart so hard that a tear left my eyes and I couldn't stop it.

This was not the first time. My father has yanked my hand many times and supported Serena and she used to do the same. But why is he doing the same? I have just started to believe that there is hope. Why is crashing it now?

"Everything will be fine, Liam," I whispered, fighting with my own tears.

He threw the pillow away in anger and sat up from his lying position. His hand gripped my jaw and I see the fire if anger blazing in his eyes.

"Nothing can be fine now!" He seethed. "You get out of my life! You are trying to draw my attention so I can give you some space in my life but that's not gonna happen! You are like your sister!"

He broke me painfully with his words. All the trance broke into pieces and I was dragged back to reality I was running away from.

I was now a cheater for him?

This is so insulting yet I don't find any courage to fight him. He seems hurt and he doesn't know how to deal with it but I know very well. Hurt is like my constant emotion which never leaves my side.

I remained silent. His eyes couldn't hold back the tears and he palmed his face, letting go of my jaw. He was taking deep breathes. I could feel his pain.

I could feel the pain that is clenching his heart. I can see the throbbing vein on his temple. He is screaming inside his head. His soul is writhing. He needs me.

I palmed his hands, uncovering his face. He was crying like a baby. He tries to hide his face. He was trying to hold back his tears. He wanted to look strong.

He wanted to show off a man who doesn't feel pain but those who don't feel pain aren't the real man.

I saw the innocence in his eyes that I see in Oliver's eyes. I didn't think further and hugged him tightly. He remained stiff in my arms but I knew his pain was too much to hide inside.

He relaxed and I felt the wetness on my shoulder. This is what love does to a person. It destroys you. It kills your entire being before giving you a new life.

A life where you see the world with a new vision. It is painful yet worth every little ounce of pain.

"I will always be with you, Liam," I said, caressing his back.

His arms were now around my waist and by the end of the night, he was sleeping on my chest, his arm around my waist and leg over my legs, holding me tight.

He cried all night. He told me how unbearable his pain is. He became a child and emptied his heart. But now he has left me restless.

I don't know where this night is gonna lead us both.