Ghost of My Heart

Chapter 19

Jennet stared at the man who laid powerless below her. His long golden hair was all over the bed. He was seductive just by being bare-chested. He looked like a beautiful painting with his almond-shaped eyes and those jade blue irises were something rare to her; it was so enchanting. His perfectly shaped face, high nose and pinkish thin lips made him somehow, much beautiful than her and she was annoyed by the realisation.

His flushed face made him look rather docile... No, he appeared amazingly appetizing. He was as helpless as a bunny, that had to confront a ferocious wolf!

Jennet had never been in close contact with a man in her entire life and she got scared easily when approached by one. When he was on top of her body just now, she panicked because it was a strange feeling when their chests were pinned against each other. She had never experienced that awkward feeling before. Not to mention, up close she could smell the sweet scent from his body.

The lingering scent from his kiss just a few minutes ago was the same scent from last night. When she finally realised that, her mind was in an uproar because the oddity from last night was still fresh in her mind.

It spooked her!

Jennet gulped silently. She had sat on him for quite some time and she had an unspeakable urge to smell him, to find out the truth.

She was unconscious of her action when she lowered her head towards his face. But, she snapped out of it when her conscience screamed. ‘No, no, no! Stay focus. Don’t fall into the temptation.’

She pulled her head back and steadied her posture. She glared at the man who looked back at her in confusion. “Who are you?” she asked and yanked his hair.

“I am your husband!” Hue cried out loud. Tears brimmed in his eyes, wetting his long eyelashes that fluttered alluringly when he blinked.

“Liar, I am not married yet!” Jennet tugged on his hair again.

Hue yowled in pain and tears streamed down his face steadily.

“Please, have mercy on me,” he pleaded, trying to reason with her. “Please don’t move too much.”

“What?” Jennet was confused by his words. But, shortly after that, she dismissed it. “Tell me who are you?” She tugged his hair again with an urgency in her tone.

“I am Hue Hedo, your husband!” he said at last. His face was bright red in agony.

The reason was not known.

Jennet frowned with a gasp leaving her mouth. ‘Hue Hedo? But, that’s impossible!’

Last night she saw that name on the wall of her bathroom. She was certain that she was alone. It was preposterous to think that someone in her dream had come to life!

Speechless, she looked at him again. “You are lying!” she accused him. ‘Maybe he is a stalker. Maybe he pranked me last night,’ she thought deeply.

But, she was positive that everything that she went through was a dream and nothing more!

Hue whimpered in pain when he replied, “I am not lying.” He teared up, “Trust me!”

Jennet yanked his hair harder, releasing her anger on him. ‘This man is seriously weak!’

The man yowled louder than before. “Please, stop it…” he pleaded. “Stop moving…”

Jennet had no idea what he meant by ‘stop moving’. The man spoke in confusing words.

“Shut up!” she said harshly, reluctant to keep still.

Hue squirmed awkwardly beneath her. He was in pain but it was not because of the yanking on his hair. It was caused by something else, something that would freak her. Something that would embarrass him if she found out about it.

“Just stop moving!” he cried. Suddenly, he cupped her bottoms and pushed her upwards. Her body was forced forward and her face hit his face.

Unceremoniously, their lips met again.

Jennet gasped when she hurriedly pulled her face away. That instant, she landed a hard slap on his cheek. It was then when she realised something hard, hitting on her from below. Frowning in annoyance, she moved away and looked behind her shoulder. What shocked her was, a bulge in his trousers.

Knowing that she had seen something she shouldn’t, her face burned. Her ears sizzled. She looked away, hiding the awkwardness. But, she found that the man below her was blushing deeply. He looked like cooked lobster and looking worse than her.

Hue was looking away when he said, "Don't look at me..." He was so embarrassed because he had shown her something that she shouldn’t have seen yet.

He closed his eyes in defeat. ‘Ah, I have nowhere to hide my face,’ he muttered inwardly, surrendering his pride.

When Jennet realised how awkward the situation was, she hastily moved away from his body and off the bed. She seemed to have lost her mind when she bumped against the long couch at the end of the bed.

Hue sprang off the bed and caught her body from falling. It was a swift and easy catch.

“Are you alright?” His voice mellowed when worries overwhelmed him. He inspected her body, making sure there were no injuries on her.

When Hue held her body, Jennet seemed to be spirited away when she accidentally had her eyes aimed at his lower body.

Hastily, she pushed his caring hands away. She stood up on her two shivering feet, looking away and avoiding his gaze. "Get out of my room!" she ordered coldly. Her chest moved erratically.

Hue looked at her, who turned her back at him. “Why should I leave the room?” he asked sadly. How dare she orders him to leave when he has done nothing wrong?

Jennet fisted by her sides. Anger replaced her sanity over the rhetorical question. "Leave now while I am being nice," she said in a very cold and harsh tone. She planned to stall for some time before she could call for the police to have him arrested.

First, she had to make him leave the room.

On the other hand, Hue, who was given the cold treatment, puckered. His lower lip stuck out, his eyes shrunk and his eyes turned glassy instantly. Suddenly, he sat on the floor, stomped his feet and wailed loudly.

"You are so mean! We are already married! Why do you want to chase me out?!" He stomped his feet again and again.

He wailed loudly, crying his heart out. Tears ran down his smooth and poreless cheeks, like thousands of diamonds.

Jennet turned her body around, speechless beyond words. She stepped back at a pace when the scowl on her face had completely disappeared but, was replaced with a surprised yet confused expression.

'What is wrong with this man?' she mumbled inwardly with a frown of confusion.

The man whom she thought was seductive and appetizing just moments ago, was crying loudly like a child. His maturity and manly attitude regressed into a spoiled child’s attitude.

‘Are there any loose wires in his head?’ she thought again, wondering if he was a man who had a mental illness, who perhaps had lost his way into her house.

When she thought of such a possibility, she was not sure if she should be rough or harsh with him. But, it made her thought that it was even better to call on the police as soon as possible.

"Y-you are not my husband," Jennet stuttered in her voice. She smiled awkwardly at the crying man. It was neither a grin nor a scowl.

However, when she realised he wore her trousers, she gasped madly. But, she was not able to get mad at him because he was crying heavily on the floor.

She was caught between pacifying him or getting mad at him.

Jennet was rendered speechless when she finally realised another thing; the one who cried and stomped his feet like a little child was a handsome grown-up man, who was half-n***d. She had never seen nor encountered any grown-up who acted like him before.

“I am your husband! Your husband! Your husband!” Hue repeated the statement. “You are a mean wife!” he added an accusation.

Jennet was about to snap over the baseless accusation. But, she managed to stay calm behind her poise posture. She scratched the back of her neck and turned around when confusion overwhelmed her. While at it, she thought hard. How can she reason with someone like him?

She knew how to console little children. But, how can she stop a grown-up from crying? Offering her shoulder? Of course not. She wanted to kick him out of the house.

She glanced back at the man. She reached out a hand but stopped midway. ‘Ah, I can’t do it,’ she muttered inwardly.

She reeled her hand in and stared at him silently as her mind fell into shambles. ‘I am the one who should be getting angry but why am I not able to raise my voice at him?’ she conflicted within.

She wanted to be violent but, hesitating when she convinced herself to think that he must be someone with a disability, and roughing upon him was not a good idea. She could be accused and in worst-case scenarios, she could be placed behind bars.