His anger

Sara POV

As we sat in the car, Aron instructed the driver to drive. His tightened jaw filled me with fear that he would chastise me once more for leaving the house without his permission. He would have raped me in front of the public if Aron hadn't arrived to save me then.

I want to thank him for rescuing me from that man, even if I'm not sure how he got there. I can't believe the old man was Aron's father. How could he treat his son in such a harsh manner? I refrained from asking him about his father, afraid to look him in the eye, as his heated gaze remained fixed on my face.

In an attempt to deflect his stare, I looked out the car window. Whenever there was a moment of silence between us, I always felt a sense of relief, but now I can sense the quiet before the storm in this uncomfortable silence. Why won't he talk to me? If he let his rage out on me, I was relieved, but his stillness made me feel queasy.

Despite seeing his protectiveness for me, I don't have to worry about his anger. I'm not sure why, but I feel like he could explode at any moment.

After arriving at the house, we went discreetly into the hall.

"Sara, what happened to your clothes? Where did you disappear suddenly? I was worried about you." Jerry gave me a narrowed, intense glance.

"Yes, Jerry, ask your friend what she was doing in the pool with that man." Before I could respond to Jerry's question, Aron's frustrated voice echoed in the hall. I felt shivers down my spine just listening to his frustrated voice.

"What is he saying?" Jerry heard Aron and gave me a startled look.

"Unintentionally, I ran into Aron's father, who demanded that I pay for damaging his expensive suit or else I would have to serve his guests drinks. He threatened to report me to the police if I did not comply with his demands." I cried as I thought back to what had transpired an hour earlier.

"Oh my god, Sara, please don't cry." Jerry hugged me to comfort me.

"Jerry, don't spoil her with your love. What she did today is not forgivable. You damaged my reputation among other businessmen by serving alcohol at my father's party." He violently kicked the sidelight, causing it to shatter into several pieces.

"Aron, I don't have enough money to pay his suit costs, so what else can I do at that time if I don't accept his demand?" I understand his anger, so I made an effort to calm him down.

"Is it possible for you to request that I cover the cost of his suit? How could you act in such a manner if you lack the means to do so?" He raked his fingers through his hair in frustration.

"Aron, please calm down; at least consider her situation before unleashing your rage on her. She is scared of seeing your anger." Jerry gave me a comforting embrace.

"Shut up, Jerry; this is all happening because of you. Why did you take her to the hotel when you could not take care of her? Ask her if I didn't reach there on time, then what did they do with her?" Despite the fury in his words, I can see that he cares about me. He made an effort to conceal his worry for me beneath his irate expression.

"Aron, don't blame me; Sara is not a small girl who needs protection whenever she goes out of the house; she can take care of herself. She bears no responsibility for anything that transpires today." To spare me from his anger, Jerry got into a fight with Aron.

"Fine, I am going to my room; please don't disturb me now. Right now, I don't want to speak with anyone." He walked towards his room in anger.

"Don't worry about him. Go into the room and freshen up, Sara; I'll bring coffee." In an attempt to make things more normal, Jerry smiled at me.

I came into my room and stripped off my dress to take a shower. As I stood under the shower, my mind flashed back to the scene where that man attempted to forcefully kiss me. I found his touch repulsive, and to eliminate it, I subjected my body to a vigorous massage.

"I'll pay you more than Aron for sleeping with me." His words echoed in my ears. He said nothing wrong to me. I was merely Aron's slut. He only used me as a sex toy. Now, everyone is aware that I don't meet his expectations, and he's only using me to sate his lust. My heart bled as I realized that I was nothing more than a sexual object to Aron.

He will never grant me the honor and privilege of being his wife, as evidenced by the differences between us. If Jerry were in my place today, would he have done the same thing to protect her? Even at that point, I don't think he will keep his relationship with her a secret. He will introduce her as his girlfriend so that no one can lay eyes on her. Regrettably, he allowed others to examine my body because I wasn't his lover.

I didn't want to leave the washroom, so I sat under the shower and closed my eyes. When I didn't open my bathroom door for a while, Jerry tapped on it worriedly. I wore a bathrobe and sat on my bed to sip my coffee.

"Sara, don't stress yourself. Whatever happened today has nothing to do with you. I'm to blame for everything that transpired." Jerry let out a long breath and stared at the edge of her coffee cup.

"What do you mean?" I gave her a confused look.

"Nothing; go and bandage his hand because it was swollen from beating that man." Jerry extended his hand to present me with the first aid box.

"You can bandage his hand, Jerry." I was perplexed, as I couldn't figure out why she was requesting me to bandage his hand when she could have gone alone.

"Sara, please go talk to him. He's incredibly upset right now, and only you can calm him down." I don't want to talk to him right now, but Jerry made me get up from my bed and walk towards his room to bandage his palm.