The Billionaire's Imprisoned Wife

Chapter 5: Allergy

He didn't tell me if it would be a formal dinner, so I picked up an ankle-length dress with three-fourth's sleeves and wore flats.

Just like what he said, everything I need is here, like EVERYTHING, even sneakers, heels, dresses, jeans, perfumes, make-ups, name it. And everything fits perfectly on me.

I didn't know how he even got all of these in my size.

I let my hair on loose, and didn't bother to put some make-up on. My mind and time is a little allergic to putting some make-up on. But yes, I am just as lazy as I want to be.

"Mr. Maxwell wants to inform you that he's waiting."

My grip on the doorknob tightens as Eula suddenly spoke behind me. This is the first time I heard her voice, it's nice, but it would be nicer if she doesn't speak without notice. Thankfully, I am well composed - as everyone think of me I am, but I almost had a heart attack.

As I closed the door behind me, I notice a woman leaning on the wall beside my room, and as soon as she saw me, she straightened up.

She's a new face for me, but I know she's one with their house helpers because of her black uniform.

The way she looks at me makes me so uncomfortable. She's been staring at me since I faced her minutes ago.

"Is there any problem with my face?" I asked, and that made her gasped in surprise. What's with her?

"True to what I've heard, your beauty is really so ethereal."

I frowned.

"Don't get me wrong. I mean, yes, everyone's talking about you, but in a positive way, you know. You're really gorgeous, even your voice is so angelic. You and Mr. Maxwell is really a match."

I can't explain how enthusiastic she is while talking. She has this many movements with her hands, and she's even clapping everytime she's excited with what she's saying.

But with all due respect, I just stared at her while she's releasing her joy. However, I want to tell her that the last part of what she just said is creepy. Me and that Augustus Maxwell has no chance to be a match.

"Oh sorry. I'm just star struck from your beauty. Anyway, He asked me to lead you to the balcony. So we got to go."

Her friendly facade is not really giving a friendly vibe. It's more on being so extroverted that even just watching her, tires me.

Anyway, she's better than the helpers in Laureal's mansion who doesn't speak to me not unless they were asked.

There has always been a barrier between the house owners and the helpers as my parents were always reminding them to know their boundaries and just do their job as housemaids - not to mention that my parents always talks about how they are well paid because of them.

"What's your name?" I asked her as she led me to somewhere, hallways after hallways. I think the place would be just on the same floor.

"I'm Nelly. You know what, It's been so long since Mr. Maxwell put this much effort over a dinner. The last time, if I remember it right, was when his parents are still alive. You're so lucky. He must really like you a lot "

It's so amusing to know so much information in one opening of her mouth that I've never even asked. But reality it is because that man likes me a lot, really. He likes to scare me with his gun and his threats of killing me.

"His parents are both dead, you say?"

"Yes. They had a very tragic death that no one wanted to talk about it until now. It's been almost fourteen years since then. Their death anniversary is coming in two months."

In two months, that would be on October - just like those people.

I wonder where that person is right now. I've been around JK Orphanage since I found out what happened to his parents because of my family, and I've been hoping that he'll come back there somewhat. But they said he never came back there after he left.

He's the reason why I started feeding the people living on streets and supporting that orphanage. I feel so guilty about what happened to him and his family. Now I just hope that he's doing fine wherever he is.

"We're here." I snapped back when I heard her voice again. I was too occupied with my thoughts that I didn't notice that she already stop.

I can't help but to be mesmerized by all the lights around us. The balcony is wide. I walked through the railings and there I saw how mad this is.

Down the balcony is an infinity pool, and from here, I can see the city lights from afar. This place is so much breathtaking and I never even imagined this.

Aside from the city lights, the dancing light on the pool is open and it's changing colors. So damn beautiful.

"Hey, ahm. I don't know how to say this, but..." Nelly said behind me. Before I could even drool over the place, I pulled myself together and faced her.

"What is it?"

"Ahm, Mr. Maxwell had an emergency. He told them to serve you food and start eating without him."

So that's why he's no where around.

"It's alright."

"Please be seated. We'll serve you the food that he asked the chefs to prepare."

Someone pulled me a chair, and so I took it and sat there.

They served me assorted dishes that I could only taste a little. I was eating peacefully when my heart suddenly started beating fast. What on Earth?

I stopped eating immediately and stared silently at the food on the table.

Peanuts. What food has peanuts with it? Damn. Did he know my allergy? Is this how he's going to kill me?

"Are you alright?" Nelly is standing just near me as well as the people who's assigned with serving.

I reached for my chest and started tumping it with my closed fist. I can't breathe.

"Eula, Call Mr. Maxwell. It's an emergency."

"Calling Mr. Augustus Maxwell." I don't know what's happening around me, but I can still clearly hear them.

Is this how I am going to die? Every passing second, it's getting harder for me to breathe, and my vision is getting so much blurry now.

"What's happening?"

"She's having allergic reactions."

"Allergic reaction? On what?"

I wish everyone of them just shut the hell up and stop moving around me. No one dared to step forward and check on me closer but I am not hoping for anything because in the first place, they doesn't know me, and who would even care if I die right here, right? I only have myself.

I held onto the table to support my weight. I'm trying to stand up but my whole body is failing me. I need to at least get out of here.

"What's happening?" Now, I know who owns that voice from a distance. He's back, or maybe he just waited for this to happen.

I was successful on my first two steps away from the table. But the third one feels like hell. My head suddenly started spinning and before I could even take one more step away from all of them, my feet already failed me.

I was waiting for a hard fall, but before I knew it, cold hands wrapped around me, and the next thing I felt is that my whole body is floating midair.

I just wanted to close my eyes and take a rest. This is the second time this happened on me, but this is worse. I feel like dying right now. Maybe dying is better anyway.

"Don't sleep."

Though it is hard for me to open my eyes, I still took a glimpse of him. He's carrying me now on his arms.

As much as I want to say something, I couldn't. My throat is so dry, and I feel like every part of my body is swelling.

Is it bad if I ask for another day to live? Because the truth is, I am so scared of dying. I'd be more than alone if I die. I am already living alone. I am actually scared to live all by myself, but I have no choice. I have never had a choice.

I thought I am ready to die, but now that I am here, being eaten by darkness, I can't help but to realize that I am just controlling my fear because in the first place, I have no one to rely on if I happened to feel that. I thought being brave is enough. But facing death is another story, and I am just starting to learn that now.

I closed my eyes and a tear suddenly fell down from them.

I am so tired. I... just want... to rest.