15 Am not a vegetarian

Ethan couldn't help but marvel at the precise and concise way Jessica handles issues but then he has some flickers of doubt. His investigation had clearly stated that Risa is the eldest daughter of the Brown family, she is spoilt, haughty and conceited. He had expected to see a lady who wouldn't give a damn about Davis but it seems this lady is different. "She had said her name is Jessica Brown, then who is Risa Brown?" He muttered as he walked down the hallway. What is going on, he has a hunch about somethings not been right but he couldn't place his finger on what it is or the part of the puzzle that is missing. Lost in thought he entered his room.

It is dinner time but Davis remained asleep,it has been seven hours and yet no sign of him waking up. Ethan heart raced with fear of the unknown making him anxious. He wanted to wake him up but Jessica had said to let him wake naturally. Pacing back and forth in Davis room, he was not aware when he opened his eyes.

Just like one month ago, Davis's gaze was fixated on the ceiling with its golden coloured chandelier shining brightly, his gaze scanning round the room as fragmented memories of the last thing he did resurfaces but then his eyes fell on Ethan who was standing at the window gazing into the courtyard.

Gradually he propped himself up the bed supporting himself with his hand, "Ethan", he croaked. His throat felt dry, Ethan turned around at the sound of his voice and hurriedly handed him a glass of warm water to wet his parched throat after he had taken a sip he felt much better.

Davis felt refreshed and rejuvenated after the long hours of sleep, he had felt more relieved then he would have felt previously. "How long have I been asleep?" He asked casting a glance at Ethan.

"Seven hours." Ethan answered readily, he noticed some changes on Davis as he woke up. It was as though some heavy burden had been lifted up his shoulders.

Seven hours?" He asked surprised. Since he woke he had never slept more than two hours in the twenty four hours of the day. He felt something must have caused it. He looked at Ethan his gaze probing, he knew that whatever might have been the cause Ethan must know about it. He had been the one that prepared the bath but then he might have been ordered by someone to do so.

"What did you add in the bath?" He asked his gaze sharp. Ethan heart skipped a beat. Davis had been there when he added the essential oils and he never asked but now he is asking "should there have been any problem?" Davis silently noted the changes in Ethan's expression— his guess was right.

Ethan braced himself for the worst "Madam instructed I add the essential oils in your bath."

"Madam, what madam?" Davis asked with confusion written all over his face that Ethan found it amusing. He didn't expect that after a good sleep—Davis will forget the fact that he got married ten hours ago. It's both amusing and refreshing. Ethan could not hide his smile.

"Your wife", Ethan snickered. He must thank Jessica properly for relieving his stress of the past months through his boss confused state.

"Wife", he murmured to himself. Davis couldn't believe that he had really married, he felt it had been a dream. His recollection of that memory came in fragments, Ethan seeing his face got worried. "Does the oils also erase memories?", he muttered to himself. "But madam only said it will relieve his mental stress, seems this should be the case but why is he frowning?" He asked himself oblivious of Davis presence.

Davis pressed his forehead briefly as a sigh escaped his lips. "Where is she?"

"Did you remember now?" Ethan asked.

"Its just a foreign name that am not used to and has forgotten about it for a moment." Seeing his face creasing in a frown Ethan sighed deeply and pushed the food cart towards him as he arranged them on the table.

Davis stomach grumbled at the sight of the meal but as Ethan laid out the table Davis looked at him deeply his gaze sharp as he took in the details of the meals been served. He couldn't deny the fact that there is quiet some changes on the dish "What are you doing?", he asked.

"It is dinner time and you have been asleep for long that there is no other option then to bring in your meals here", Ethan said as he set down the final dish.

"My meals? And when have I turned to a vegetarian?" He asked with a scowl.

Ethan distanced himself from him, he hasn't forgotten how grumpy he can be and wouldn't want to risk the loss of any part of his body. Davis felt headache coming on at the constant intrusion of this unknown lady in his life.

He made a conclusion to set things straight and that he will do immediately he steps out of his room. She needs to know her place, she has no right to dictate what he wants or how he wants it and not in his household.

"Go prepare me a new meal, am not a vegetarian", he boomed. Ethan nodded at his request, he had expected this reaction and is already prepared on how to weather it. Davis had never been one to allow people interfer into his life or alter his preferences arbitrarily.

Ethan proceeded toward the door when Davis's voice filtered through making him pause momentarily "What has she been doing?" He queried.

"Nothing in particular, just in her room sleeping", Ethan answered.

"Sleeping?" "For how long?" He asked gazing out the window.

"Can't say because I checked on her some hours ago", Ethan answered with a probing gaze on Davis face but instead he nodded at his response.

Ethan walked toward the door but paused when he suddenly recalled something.

"I think she had cried earlier because her eyes were swollen and faint streaks of tears remained on her cheeks", he stated. He stood briefly hoping for any further questions but not hearing any response from him, he clicked the door shut behind him.

"Cried? Tears?", he muttered before he shrugged his shoulders. It is not his business and whatsoever happens to her isn't my business besides she doesn't look like one capable of crying.

Ethan promptly returned with a new set of dish for Davis who ate his meal with gusto. After the meal, he felt to have returned to his former self but then reality couldn't be denied —he is a crippled man, who had lost everything, unloved and treated as a fool. A bitter smile danced on his lips as he wheeled himself out of the room, his mood depressing.