I consciously opened my eyes from my slumber while lying in my bed, and I felt a soft quilt about my waist.
I'm not sure how I ended up on the bed; I vividly remember passing asleep on my room's floor.
Then I wiped my eyes, and the first thing I noticed was Aaron sitting on my bed, watching at me with concerned filled eyes. This was the first time I noticed he was concerned about me, and I sat up on my bed, knowing he was the one who placed Oilment and medicinal bandage on my wound.
"It doesn't hurt much," I told him, expecting to see a glimpse of hope in his eyes that he cares about me.
My heart is rushing so quickly as I feel his deep gaze over me, halt at my lips, then my breasts, then return to my eyes.
"I know you care about me," I told him with a smile.
That sweet expression in his eyes transformed back to a cold and harsh one when he understood what I was saying.
"No, I don't care about you; I only did this because I'm the only one who can damage you; no one else can." He mumbled something firmly and exited my room.
I gazed at the door where he had just exited my room, wondering, "Why doesn't he agree that he cares about me?" I smiled to myself, but my grin quickly faded as I realized he would never love me.
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I'm eating breakfast in the dining room right now.
Then, in his costly blue pristine Armani suit, Aaron emerges, looking like a model straight out of a magazine.
Why is he so attractive?
He's the devil, that's a no-no.
Aaron sat in a dining room chair, completely oblivious to my presence until Amy arrives and places his breakfast and coffee on the table, following which she serves me more pancakes.
I told her, pouting, "No, I'm done."
"Eat, you're getting skinny," she said flatly, leaving no room for argument.
When Aaron got soon his breakfast, I hurriedly placed his lunch box in front of him, which I had prepared for him.
"Why do you cook today? You don't need to do cooking because maids are there, and your leg is also hurt," he explained.
"My leg is hurt, not my hand, and it's not a serious injury; I'm doing much better today," I explained.
"I suggest this because if something happens to you, how will I know about that man who gives you that envelope, your reality, which is so necessary for my business," he stated sharply.
After he left, I made the decision that in order to prove my innocence, I needed to identify that mystery individual who gave me the envelope, which Aaron despises and believes I am the betrayer who perpetrated the information leak fraud.
But where do I begin? I have no idea who that man was or how he gave me the package.
Plus, Aaron wouldn't let me leave the house.
What am I going to do now?
I groaned and walked over to the library.
To relieve my overworked head, I'm going to read some fiction literature.
Well, one of Aaron's mansion's most attractive features is its library.
Rows upon rows of neatly lined up books with their spines facing outward, color-coded with dots, fiction section sorted in alphabetical order, young adults area, children's section with low shelves and floor cushions, soft leather recliners.
I spent the entire morning at the library, so engrossed in reading "the fault in our stars," that I didn't know it was almost afternoon, and I even ate my lunch here since Amy, who is the same age as my mother, look after me.
Like my mother, I mean my parents are divorced now and each has their own family, so I only live with my maternal grandma and grandpa who adore me. My maternal grandma is no longer with us, but my maternal grandpa is still alive and well, and he adores me so much that I just want to go hug him so tight. I don't know when, but I fell asleep while reading.
Dream
I hurried out of the school boundaries once again, tears streaming down my cheeks as I walked by the isolated lanes and calm backyards of my neighbors. The sun was sinking, and the sky had become a dreadful grey-and-orange tint.
I tore through my front lawn, fumbling about for the front door key, almost losing control of the pile of keys. Its jingling produced a sequence of excruciatingly high-pitched clinking noises that drove me insane, nearly to the verge of insanity. My skull throbbed uncontrollably.
I banged the door open after finding the correct key. I flung my backpack on the floor and dashed up the steps three at a time.
Silence descended upon the room almost instantly. No more No more voices could be heard. There are no more screams, cries laughs, jeering, or chuckles. The dust particles drift around the room so loudly that I could practically hear them. Horizontal beams of orange-red sunshine streamed into the darkroom through the slats, illuminating the tranquil dust particles that were gently settling on the hardwood floor. I inhaled deeply. Finally, I let out a shrill yell. I yelled at the top of my lungs, shutting my eyes and shutting out the rest of the world. I shouted until all I could hear was the tormented phlegm in my throat until tremendous sound waves reverberated off the walls of my cramped chamber and began to throb against my eardrums, expelling all of her rages. When I got my hands on it, When I ran out of breath, I came to a halt and quickly breathed in and out, replenishing my depleted lungs with fresh oxygen. After that, I flung myself onto my bed and sobbed.
End of Eternity's dream
"Mrs. Knight, mam, mam..." I was shaken by someone.
Because of the instant horror, I felt from that dark nightmare of my awful history, I snapped my eyes awake.
I looked at the person who woke me up, and it was one of the staff. "Are you okay, you're sobbing because you fell asleep in the library," she said.
"N. Nothing, I'm OK,"  I was unable to convey to her.
"Mam, Mr knight's call comes for you, and he says you have to attend a Banquet party with him this evening, so be ready on time at 6 p.m," she says.
I get into my room, speculating about my nightmare, it's strange I again got that nightmare after a long time, I mean after setting myself away from negative people and bullies in my high school after I completed high school, I went to San Francisco for college education, my college mates are so friendly and better than the high school bullies they never bullied me, so after some months after completing high school, I didn't have any bad nightmares because my college life is so enjoyable and good.
I shook unwelcome emotions out of my mind.
After a while, when my agitated thoughts have calmed down,
I let out a sigh and pondered.
Today I will go to a banquet party with Aaron, my husband; this would be the first time I have gone out with him. I was ecstatic at the thought since I enjoy parties because of the excellent food, especially the delectable deserts, especially at these high-class events. I'm really happy because I'll be getting amazing food and sweets that I've loved since childhood. I come from a middle-class household, so we don't get to eat this sort of good food on a daily basis until we go to parties.  I enjoy eating, and this is my first time going anywhere with Aaron.
This thought makes me smile.