I saw nothing but darkness. I knew there’s a lamp in his room, so I'm curious why he dislikes turning it on.
"Why is your room so dark?" I wondered. He probably thought that I'm nervous. I was simply curious. I wouldn't dare come here if I didn't have autophobia.
"I don't like it," he said. He already laid me down in bed, and with a blanket wrapped around my body, I looked at the direction of his voice.
He was looking out the window, which was wide open, allowing fresh air to enter. It was extremely cold due to the strong wind caused by the approaching rain and from the AC inside his room.
Mr. Shein is leaning against his window. I couldn't see his whole face, but I could see a glimpse of its shape thanks to the flashes of lightning.
He's facing sideways from where I was, so I could see how pointed his nose was. I can also see his long eyelashes and the smoke from cigarettes coming from his mouth.
He's smoking. He isn't dressed, so I can see a glimpse of his body as well. I just laid here, watching him, who was observing the quiet and dark setting outside.
He's too mysterious as well as sad.
When he turned to face me, he extinguished the cigarette and placed it in the ashtray on the table's side.
"What keeps you awake?" He asked. Because I couldn’t sleep. Before I signed the contract, I thought about this already.
I didn’t want to be alone, so I sent Shiela to our house to accompany me when my mother was in the hospital.
I thought about of who I can share a room with. I initially assumed that it’s Mr. Shein because he’s my husband, but what happened earlier made it clear to me that I'd stay in my room alone. And I don't want that. It's scary. I feel like I'm dying.
I never imagined myself going to his room just to have someone to spend the night with.
But I guess this is better than dying.
"I can't sleep," I replied, as he closed the window and approached me slowly. I could hear his footsteps.
I felt the bed sink next to me, indicating that he was nearby.
Because there was only one blanket in his room, I felt his foot brush against mine.
"Did you eat already?" he asked. I nodded and said "yes". I face the ceiling. I couldn’t face him because I'm nervous.
I knew he was facing me because I could feel his breath on my skin.
He ran his fingers through a few strands of my hair. I'm just quiet and I couldn’t complain. After all, he bought me.
"You should sleep." His voice near my ear made my hair stand on end, and I could feel his nose on my cheeks.
"You smell like cigarettes," I couldn't stop saying. He abruptly came to a halt. Have I offended him? My mouth can be quite bad at times.
"What did you say?" he asked again. Oh my God! Did I really offend him? My mouth is really the death of me.
"Nothing. Goodnight," I said, turning away from him. I heard him giggling. I felt him stand up, but I ignored him and went back to sleep.
Mr. Shein was no longer by my side when I woke up. The thought of being alone made my chest swell.
I immediately ran out of his room,trying to find him. But because his house is so big, I couln’t find him.
I'm on the verge of crying. I continued to search until I reached the living room.
I sighed with relief when I noticed a man sitting on the couch, reading a magazine. I looked surprised.
"Who are you?" I asked.
He looked up at me right away. His eyes were emotionless. When I examined his body, I could tell he’s handsome. His body shape is also gorgeous, in addition to his lovely face.
He scribbled something on paper and handed it to me.
'I'm your bodyguard,' he introduced himself. Bodyguard? Why do I have a bodyguard?
"Did Mr. Shein send you?" I inquired, and he nodded. Is he mute?
"Can't you talk?" He doesn't respond. He simply stared at me. Yes, possibly.
"Where is my husband?"
I noticed that he write something on the paper once more. Talking to him is tedious.
"He's busy," that’s what I read.
"Come on, let's eat," I said, leading him to the kitchen.
When we passed through the glass door, I was astounded to see my reflection in the mirror.
My hair still messy. I looked so ugly, but what caught my attention was the reddened part of my skin that was around my neck, a little above my chest.
I touched it.
What makes it red? Is that a mosquito sting? I turned to face the bodyguard.
"Is it a mosquito bite?" I asked, but I noticed the corner of his lips twitch up as he looked at what I was pointing at.
He wrote something on paper.
"Maybe," he said. I turned back to look again. Really? Is this a mosquito sting? Did I get bitten by a swarm of mosquitoes? And why is my skin so red?
I just let it go and went to the kitchen.
"Just sit there. I'll cook first. What do you want?" I asked and went to see Mr. Shein's fridge.
He didn’t introduce his name, so I had to ask again about his name.
"How do I address you?"
He wrote on the paper and then handed it to me. Seriously, talking to him takes a long time.
‘HAROLD!’ that’s what he wrote on the paper.