His change behavior

Sara POV

His sudden offer of friendship surprised me.

Now, what should I do?

Looking at his face, I tried to read what was going through his mind. I doubt that he understands what friendship truly entails. My subconscious declined his offer of friendship. But when I looked into his eyes, I sensed a sincere offer.

Would you please allow him to prove his friendship to you? Being an empath is difficult; even with monsters, my heart always recognizes the good in them.

No, don't forget what he did to you; how could you be friends with him? Out of pure lust, he smashed your dreams and wrecked your life. Given that he has no concept of emotions, why expect him to feel for you? If you want to hurt yourself again, you can accept his offer. My subconscious is telling me not to accept his offer of friendship.

However, his request was sincere. The hollowness in his eyes is obvious to me. A sympathetic ear might be helpful for him. Once again, my emotions tried to sway my decision.

Avoid becoming an emotional fool. Have you forgotten how he took advantage of every weakness in you to force you into this meaningless marriage? He lied about everything to uncover your vulnerabilities, enabling him to extort you once more.

"Why did you take these pills, Aron?" I made this choice to achieve my desired outcome. If he tells me why he has these medicines, I will accept his friendship.

"Sara, this is not the answer to my question." Gazing at his vacant palm, he awaited my handshake in response to his offer of friendship.

"Aron, I will without a doubt welcome your friendship if you tell me why you have these medications." I made my point clear to him.

"And what happens if I don't respond to your query?" He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Then I can't put my trust in you." Without knowing why he had these pills, I will not accept his offer.

"OK, Sara, it's completely your choice. I never expected you to put on a condition before accepting my friendship." He withdrew his palm, his face etched with grief.

My heart ached when I had to decline his friendship, but I couldn't trust anyone enough to confide in someone about my past suffering.

I told a few friends I had at school about my parents' divorce and the domestic abuse my dad had inflicted on my mother. I felt embarrassed when they told the class my secrets. They bullied me until I changed schools.

He must be keeping a crucial secret from me regarding these drugs. I'll investigate the purpose of such medications.

However, I find it puzzling that he was so curious to learn about Uncle Joe. I understand that last night's panic attack caused me to divulge some significant details about my horrific background, but why is he showing such an intense interest in my life when I am merely his object of sex?

"Sara, feel free to stay in this room for as long as you like. If you need anything, feel free to call me at any moment; I'm in the next room." He didn't give me a single glance as he left the room.

What happened to him? Why was he not looking at me? I didn't do anything wrong to him. I declined his offer of friendship because I don't think he's trustworthy enough to be my friend. Perhaps my rejection caused him to feel inferior. I mean, how could one turn down a fantastic offer from Aron Finge? Now he's going to use blackmail once more to get me to sign a new contract.

Looking at his back, I tried to figure out what was going on in his head.

Why does he have a limp? With a thud, he closed the door behind him. I noticed that he was limping and wanted to ask him why.

My phone flashed a message from an unknown number again. "Sara, please meet me once. I need your help."

"Neil, what happened? Is everything okay?" I dialed his number, but he didn't receive my call, so I sent him a text.

"I can't communicate with you over text; please come see me in person." Despite not knowing how I would be able to escape this jail, I made a promise to meet him because I couldn't bear to see him suffer.

After that day, Aron no longer spoke to me, despite my desire to discuss Neil with him. He could hardly make it back home. His altered behavior caught me off guard. He didn't ask me to cook for him or stay the night with him. I got up early every morning to make him breakfast, but he didn't want to eat it, so I stopped making it for him. He came late at night and sometimes did not return to the house.

His absence initially bothered me, but I eventually adjusted. I lost myself in my writing, trying to put my difficult life behind me. Neil texted me every day, pleading with me to meet him immediately, but I was unable to find an opportunity to leave the house.

I don't know why Aron changed all of a sudden, but one morning, when I noticed Rosy leaving his playroom, I realized that he had grown tired of playing with my body and was now occupied with his new toy.

I'm not sure why, but when I saw him with Rosy, I had a twinge of anguish in my heart.

I moved out of his house and into the tree house because I was finding it difficult to see him spend every night with Rosy. Now I am relieved that I didn't have to see him regularly with his fancy maid. I do not doubt that he will terminate our agreement and free me from this captivity soon.

But after a few days, I felt a void in my life. I started missing his aggressive touch on my body. Occasionally, my lips yearn to feel his tender touch. I don't know what suddenly happened to me, but I felt a strange push towards him.

I woke up early every morning to watch him leave the house, and I slept late in the evening to watch him return home early at night. He didn't give a damn about me. He doesn't even care to know about my whereabouts.

I felt as if he had discarded me like a used piece of tissue. Even though I know he doesn't care about others and is only interested in satisfying his lust, it stung to feel rejected by him.