They stared at each other, yet nobody said a word.

After a long while, he approached her slowly then placed the towel on her forehead. The ecstasy in his eyes had already been carefully tucked away; he was again the calm and controlled man.

Only his slightly shaky hands gave away how nervous he truly was.

“Does it still hurt?” he asked, his voice was surprisingly gentle.

Feilia shook her head, suddenly feeling estranged from him.

Did she accidentally stumble upon a Careilo who was long buried under that cruel exterior? Though she knew she should not be moved by this, a warm feeling started to grow from within.

He got onto the bed, edged towards her carefully and held her with his arms, like holding a most precious, easily breakable porcelain. His arms encircled her, avoiding her wounds carefully.

During the time in which she was unconscious, he held her like this every day and night.

She placed her hand on his chest, finding this position surprisingly cozy, she could hear his heart beat, making her more attached and reluctant to move anywhere else. A calm feeling fell upon her, she wanted to spent an eternity in his arms…

His gaze fell upon her hands, when he saw her in the cell; her hands were covered with wounds and wrapped in the filthiest bandages. After his careful treatment they began to heal.

Now looking at it again, anger flickered back into his eyes.

“What happened to your hands?” he asked

“That’s from doing normal daily chores,” she shrugged lightly.

“Who told you to do that, I’ll make him pay!” he said in anger.

Feilia lifted her slim eyebrow, there was a glint of a smile at the corner of her eyes, “It was you, remember? Before you left Warleis you told the head of the slaves to treat me as a normal slave. He was just obeying your orders. Who are you going to hold responsible? Yourself? Or the poor guy who was merely following your orders?”

Careilo was silenced; all he could do was purse and sulk.

She looked at his profile, feeling the warmth in her grow. For a long time he only brought turmoil into her life, which made this moment of peace ever more special and rare.

“Is that person okay?” she asked worryingly. She could not bare him murder someone right in front of her. It would become her worst nightmare, and haunt her every moment of her life of how demonic this man was.

Careilo’s eyes darkened, he caressed her hair and answered reluctantly, “I didn’t kill him”

Feilia lifted her head; a smile bloomed from her lips. Though she could not change what he had done, at least he was willing to listen to her request and did not kill that servant midst his fury.

A warm liquid flowed in her heart; she knew she had just received a most precious gift.

Looking deep into his eyes, she sighed lightly, knowing that the distance between the two had shortened. Her heart was not far from fallen.

When she was in Russia, did she really not have any choice? With his record, as soon as she leaks out the information to the police, he would definitely be surrounded by the entire army of Russia. When he was been captured, she would be free.

Why did she not think of that? She asked herself continuously.

No, it was not that she could not think of it, it was because she chose to ignore it. If Careilo were arrested, he would suffer the most horrible death within the shortest time.

He was a demonic devil, an author of tragedies, yet why did her heart throb with pain when she was merely thinking of his death?

She could have fought, yet she chose to come along. It was because of that she bore the great guilt towards Kendal. Had she not wanted to protect Careilo, Kendal would have never been kidnapped.

When Careilo saw her smile, his heart nearly stopped. It was only when he had earned her first true smile, did he know how much he had longed for this valuable gift. When she curled her lips lightly, he was terrified that the smile would soon disappear.

She was always reluctant of giving him any kind of gentle emotions. He also knew too well, his action rarely would allow her to smile.

He touched her lips lightly, “did you know how long I’ve been waiting for this smile?” he asked almost timidly. He was shook to the core by that little yet precious smile.

He should have confronted his true feelings earlier; this woman possessed a stern heart under her fragile exterior. Like the soft water droplets, it slowly pierced his stone hard heart.

“You could always order me to smile or cry.” She said gently, her smile turned slightly bitter.

He lifted her chin, breathing the slight scent of medicine, “ I could, but that would not satisfy me. I slowly began to realize, I did not want to control you, but want to have your truthful emotions.” He said unhappily, knowing that he was stripping himself of his power.

“That is not the road I should take, I should be far away from you.” She said helplessly, leaning into his embrace weakly. She wanted to forget the world around them and depend her all on him.

“I won’t let you do that.” He said stubbornly, yet fear clasped his heart. He was always in control of everything, except her.

He didn’t want her emotions by order; he wanted truthfulness. It was because what he wanted was so difficult to obtain did he imprison her, hurt her. Yet this only enlarged the empty space in his soul. When he saw her unconscious in that cell, he finally realized he could not loose her

“I disapprove of your way of life and your people.” She mumbled

“That is not important,” he said forcefully, holding her tighter than ever, scared that someone would snatch her away from his arms.

“You and I both know that would kill me. It was because of those disapprovals did I run from you, it was because of that I could not give you more. I am still confused.”

Slowly, she began to see through her clouded emotions, her feeling from him was burden by many barriers, making her terrified of her true self. Her gentle and calm life changed because of him. Because of that she saw through many appearances of life, family, friendship…

Fate made they meet, made her live in a painful yet real life…

She had slept for three years, thought she would be alone forever…

She wrapped those clouded emotions carefully under layers and layers of memories.

She did want to touch them, did not want to confront them.

Until he tyrannously woken her from her well-woven dreams, forcing her to face those carefully tucked away emotions.

Did she really fall in love with him? Could she have fallen for him whilst fearing for all the sins he bore?

Maybe she was already in love with him three years ago.

Such a proud and powerful man, when he cared about a woman with all his heart, who could reject him?

He was selfish and tyrannous, yet he loved her with his own way. But she hid away blindly, she was puzzled by those blue eyes, did not want to admit that she was in love with a most wanted drug lord.

His heart tightened, he saw her struggle. They were too different, the one in control was being controlled, and the one who suppose to obey was bewildered. Those differences lay between them, forming an ugly gap.

He turned to reach something precious in one of the hidden draws by side of the bed.

He placed it gently onto her palm then tightened their hand around that priceless item.

It was a tiny pair of hand knitted, baby socks…

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