4. Chapter. ✓ His look:

"No, please don't hurt me!" I scream disconsolate.

I get up desperate, by inertia I put my hand towards my tight chest, I was totally scared, I began to sob desperately, all this has hurt me.

I try to get up to go to the bathroom, I needed to calm down and put that dream aside. I was sinking into a glass of water, it had to calm me down.

I turned on the faucet of the sink, taking a little water with my hands, placing it delicately on my pale face, I spent a while like that and indeed it calmed me down a bit.

I close the key, taking me to where the cloths were, I take it and immediately rub it over my face, drying it carefully.

After that I go to bed, but I realize that night has fallen, from these large windows I can see how dark it is outside, I was surprised that I slept so long it was something I had never done in my life.

I calmly turn to the dressing room, and there he was staring at me. I gave a little scream, giving myself a big scare of the year. What was he doing there? Was he a pervert? Did you see when I got up?

"What are you doing there?" I asked uneasily.

He doesn't say anything, he just stays quiet looking at me.

"Does it feel good?" I asked again, still uncomfortable.

I approached a little, I was nervous why I did not know this person. I had hardly seen him in my life ... I could not resist reaching him, I felt that I had seen him somewhere but did not remember where.

"Yang Feih?" I asked again.

"You know my name, that's fine," he says suddenly.

I look at him confused, I don't understand anything that is happening, sometimes I feel like I'm withdrawn.

"I'm sorry, I should never have behaved like that." I speak with my head down.

He had to excuse me, I just have to talk to him as a civilized person and everything will work out, we can get divorced and he can be happy with a very beautiful woman who loves him and I will make my dreams come true.

"I'd be lying if I said I'm not surprised, but you're wrong." His tone is cold again.

Suddenly I start to feel cold, the place is no longer warm at all.

"Can we talk?" I ignore his comment.

He walks away from me, far enough that I can't stop him, if he wants to leave me with the word in my mouth.

"No, I don't feel like talking. Did you have dinner yet?" He asks without wanting a truce.

"No." I say quickly.

My stomach is empty, how could I survive without eating a whole day? It had seemed strange to me that he did not come to look for me at lunch, because he had said so.

I look at him again and he is focused on me, his gaze does not take her away for any moment. I don't understand it, but I don't want you to clarify it either. I'm not that curious about things I don't like.

I walk to where I had left my sandals, put them on immediately and go out behind him, to go to the dining room.

His attitude was extremely strange, perhaps he did not want to fight. I swear I didn't want it either, but I had to figure this out as soon as possible. He leaves the room and I follow him behind, until now I realize that I am very hungry, they had not called me to eat for lunch, I imagine that because I was tired I continued sleeping.

His face is rigid, he may be like that, or perhaps something uncomfortable, in which case, he would not know what it could have been. I still see him from behind, I would like to hide but my personality is like this, I realize that he is wearing a long black cotton shirt, a well-adjusted dark blue jean, I also see that he is freshly bathed because drops are falling from his hair. We got to the dining room, I see that it was already served, he is going to sit in the corner of the table where he has already served, and next to this is another plate that I suppose is mine.

I would like to reply but I do not gain anything from it, so he moves the chair slightly to make it easier for me to sit down, a courtesy.

I give him an almost audible.

"thank you".

When we are sitting at the table, I wait for him to start first to go later, I know manners, to put them into practice is another thing. First they had served me a cream of properly seasoned macaroni and cheese, then came the baked salmon with bacon and caramelized onion, I must admit it was a delight, so much that I smiled when trying each bite, and finally Thai fish with Pak Choi, it was enchanted with everything they had prepared, I felt like royalty. Then they came to us with a chocolate and orange cake.

" Oh, this is delicious." I look at him smiling, for a moment I forgot everything. I was happy with the food, I had noticed several times that he was looking at me, surely I had not found a girl who loved to eat so much.

"You've eaten everything, I thought I would have to force you to eat," he says mockingly, to which I cough because of what he said. Again the nerves come to me, I should be forbidden to say those words.

"It's not that bad, I'm not a monster, like the one you imagine, no." Her irony hadn't left her unnoticed. " Can I go?" That caught him off guard. I saw it in his eyes, he was surprised.

"Am I scared? "He asks with a raised eyebrow. "Can I go?" I asked again without seeing his face.

He didn't say anything, so I waited long enough to get out of my seat and go to my room. In the room, I started to look for a pajama that was according to me, it was not because of the size but because of the model. I am grateful that in my room there is a large window that from the outside, I can see the lights of the city from the bed, being totally honest, everything was very magical, but it was false. I did not know why he had chosen me to be his wife, besides that he bought me as a toy. I do not love him, neither will I love him and that does notIt only happens to me, I also see it in his eyes that are not subtle with me. This will end badly, and as a coward I don't want to be there to witness it.

"Enough Feih, don't do that!"

I hear prominent shouts from outside. Followed by that I hear things breaking, screaming and all of that gives me chills. Mother, why did you sell me to a madman? That's how I am, instead of going to face the problems, I went to lock the door. There were more screams, more than all of a man, being specific was his voice. I swallowed thickly, there was too much noise, of screaming women and men. My heart was racing, faster than normal. I was trying very hard not to fall into my asthma attack, I just wanted a normal life. Then it is at that moment when I hear a knock on the door of the room where I am.

"Miss Thrue could you come out?" I hear a familiar voice.

I didn't want to, and no one was going to make me do it. It was a resounding no.

"Please, Mr. Yang needs you ... You are ... His wife." It was the service girl.

Because it was hard for him to say it? I knew immediately that she did not agree to the marriage, but she would not say anything it was the service girl alone. I woke up doubtful, I did not want to leave. He was not confident enough to go out and face the problem, which he clearly did not understand. I open the door slowly, when I enter her visual field, she remains static when she sees me. I look at her with a frown, everyone here was crazy.

"Follow me." His voice is rude.

When I am going down the stairs, I begin to notice that there are more service people, picking up a big mess. Who had done this? My brow could not be more wrinkled, I pass by the side of these people who stare at me for a moment.

At the back of the room was a large door, where at this precise moment he was passing with the girl on duty. I was stunned when I saw two men hold Yang Feih, the two women from before were hysterical, crying and asking for him to calm down.

For a moment I was so overwhelmed that I did not hesitate to take the girl's arm, she noticed my fear, because she gave me a cloudy look. That attitude puzzled me. Wasn't the girl nice to me anymore? What had changed? Had he said something wrong? But even so, I did not let go of her, when people realized my presence they fell silent.

"If you don't let me go ... I'm going to finish you all off." His voice only indicated anger and resentment.

Instantly I wanted to leave, he would end me, I felt threatened creating in me a feeling of certainty." I don't want her here, why have they brought her?" His voice lamenting, for a moment I feel that it's not him. My gaze is naive, I don't know what is happening at this precise moment, but I want him to be calm.

But I see how he avoids my gaze, I feel myself debating with myself whether to go to where he is or to go. 'You should stop being such a coward, Thrue,' I chided myself. I let go of himthe girl on duty, taking me to where my husband is. I should let him be for today, he clearly needed me to be by his side, my naivety went a long way, but I was a beautiful person with feelings and I would not allow myself to be selfish because of the way things turned out. When it came to my husband, what reigns in him is fatigue and shame at not wanting, perhaps, that I found out what happened. The men who were detaining Feih, step aside to give us some privacy. I don't take my eyes off his for any reason, I wanted to say so many things to him but it would be so stupid of me, he was older and of course he had older problems. I was just an immature girl.

"Feih, do you know who can't go on a honeymoon?" I ask him seriously. He thinks about it for a moment, and I try not to laugh because it wouldn't be funny at all later. "Diabetics." He says seriously, but calmer.

"It's wrong, us." I burst out laughing like a lunatic. He stares at me furiously, instead of fixing it he had made it worse. I wanted to pass away immediately, but I let it be for today. "It's not funny, stop laughing." He comments with a doggy humor. So he stopped laughing, because it was trying to appease the unpleasant moment that had formed in the room.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you." I say sadly. "Could you go to your room?" He asks indifferently. I take his unbalanced reaction as normal, I didn't want to argue.

"Good night," I commented without further ado. I turn around without even meeting his eyes, nor do I direct my eyes to anyone, just normal walk as if I was having a normal conversation with a friend.