I never saw him again after that. I didn't leave his room until I'd spent enough time pondering where things went wrong first. I consider how we got here, as well as what he mentioned about Aria being responsible for everything. She was the one who told the guard to make me leave, so perhaps the guard has left despite the fact that he has been working there for much too long. I'm so caught up in my thoughts that I'm not even aware that it's getting dark. I didn't even leave his room, intending to wait for him, but I didn't know I'd fallen asleep from too long waiting.
I awoke to the sun's bright rays, and as I glanced at who had pulled the curtain, I noticed a maid who had taken the curtains and appeared to be intending to replace them. I sat up from lying down and looked at my feet sans the stilettos I had forgotten to take off before falling asleep. Even my resting position is comfortable, and I have a blanket covering half of my body. I rubbed my eyes while yawning. I didn't notice the time, and I left the workplace without saying goodbye again, and it seems that I will be absent again today.
As she finished removing the curtains, the maid stared at me. She opened her lips, then closed it again, wanting to say something but being unable to do so. I just looked straight at her, hoping she'd say something, but she ultimately turned her back on me. She appears to be strange. I got out of bed because I wanted to go to Adams and defend myself against what he was saying. I wanted to tell him that what I said was factually inaccurate, but I was plainly stunned. I cleaned my face and changed into his clothes in the cabinet next. His office clothing was gone when I opened it, but he still had a lot of house clothes.
I didn't bother fixing his loose shirt that I was wearing since I needed to get out of that room to look for him. Isn't it possible that he hasn't left yet? Why is this the case? Why is he leaving after only a few hours of sleep? I'm unable to cry because the tears I intended to shed last night have dried up. My tears had dried up by yesterday night, so nothing came out today. If I had been wearing stilettos, I may have tumbled down the steps; however, I removed my heel before running down, so my foot was not wearing slippers or anything else.
I looked downstairs for him but couldn't find him. The maids were watching my actions and were perplexed as to what I was doing. I dashed to the kitchen, not caring if they saw my undies; I was only wearing his shirt, which seemed like a dress to me because it was too big for me. When I couldn't see him inside, I walked outside to check on him since if he had left, I'm sure he hadn't gone far. My pulse was already hammering with eagerness, and my sweat had formed huge granules.
The hammer that was throbbing in my heart had vanished, and tears welled up in my eyes. I rushed up to him while he was chatting to another man, embraced him from behind, and I could tell he was shocked because I felt his flinch. The man with whom he was conversing caressed my body using his eyes and smirked. Adams turned to face me, but he did not shift his body away from the person he was speaking to. He finally faced me when he saw what I was wearing. I returned my gaze to the man I assumed to be his business associate. He is attractive and has the same aura as Adams, but he appears to be a playboy.
"Let's speak tomorrow Lucas, I'll tell you whether I've changed my mind," he said as he dragged me into the garden, turning his back on the man. I heard the vehicle start and it appeared that the man he named Lucas had departed before we could eventually reach the back of his property where he found me chatting to the gardener back then.
When we came to a halt, the poisonous plants had gone. By lifting my hands on the wall, he pinned me. He slid his knee between my legs, but my gaze was fixed on his. I've discovered my true motivation. I will never again turn away from him merely to keep him from knowing how I truly feel; instead, I want to show him how much I adore him.
"Why are you wearing that?" His teeth were clenched and irritated as he scrutinized me from head to toe. I cocked my brow at him. He's probably unaware that I'm not wearing slippers.
"I believed you left since I woke up without you by my side," I informed him honestly. There's no need for me to keep my feelings hidden; if he wants me to shout to the world how much I love him, I will.
"That's not what I'm asking, Miss Afar," he stated solemnly. But I couldn't stop smiling. I had just hugged him when he let go of my hand. I also listened to his powerful heartbeat. This heartbeat is music to my ears.
"I'll live here, but I probably won't be able to wear anything. You must buy me lovely clothing, feed me great food, provide me with a comfortable bed, and most importantly, remain by my side in order to provide me with all of these things. If I had to be greedy, it would be merely to keep you from leaving. You can't get away from me, therefore leaving the country is out of the question." I said that for a long time in order to mark it in his mind.
“Please love me again Adams, like you always do.”
After saying that I kneel in front of his pants.