Loving The Heartless Man

Chapter 12

Elar Pov

I didn't sleep well on the sofa, so I woke up early. I decided to go up to my room to take a shower because I was going to the office early. I'll just have breakfast there. While I was going up the stairs, I ran into Mercy, who just woke up and was going down to start her daily work.

"Good morning, Elara. Why did you wake up so early today?" she greeted me with a smile.

"I'm going to the office early, so I woke up early," I replied to her. I secretly thanked that I woke up before she came down to the living room, so she didn't see me sleeping on the sofa.

Mercy just nodded before excusing herself to do her usual work at that time. I continued on to my room. When I entered the room, I found Alexander still asleep in my bed.

I quickly went into the bathroom to take a shower. I want to be gone from his house by the time he wakes up. It's better if I'm not here before he wakes up.

I just took a quick shower. If I take too long, Alexander will surely wake up because I know he wakes up early too.

After drying my hair with a towel, I wrapped it around my body. The towel was short, so it only covered half of my thighs, exposing my smooth, perfectly shaped legs. But that's okay because Alexander is still asleep. He won't see me dressed like this. If he happens to see me in this state and he's still in my room, he'll surely think I'm trying to seduce him. That guy tends to overthink things.

I came out of the bathroom confidently but stopped when I saw Alexander's eyes were open, though he was still lying in bed. He sensed my presence and looked at me. He paused slightly, seemingly surprised by what he saw.

My hands gripped the towel tightly when I saw Alexander's eyes travel over my entire body. It seemed his sleepy mind hadn't fully awakened yet and perhaps he was wondering what I was doing there. But only for a moment, as he seemed to come to his senses, his face suddenly darkened, and he quickly got up from the bed to approach me.

"What are you doing in my room, Elara? Are you going to seduce me with that kind of look?" he asked me in a hoarse voice while holding my arm tightly.

I feel like Alexander wants to drag me out of the room. Apparently, he thinks he's in his own room. It seems he can't remember what happened last night.

"Excuse me, Alexander. I have no intention of seducing you, okay? And for your information, you're not in your room but in mine," I replied with a raised eyebrow.

"Really? And why would I be in your room?" He looked incredulous. But when he glanced around the entire room and realized that he was indeed in my room, his face darkened even more, and he gave me a sharp and suspicious look.

"Before you think badly, remember first what happened last night," I said to him with a glare before walking towards the walk-in closet. It was too awkward to talk to him while wearing only this.

"Where are you going?" Alexander stopped me, chasing after me and blocking my way. "You can't leave until you clarify to me how I ended up in your room? Did something happen between us last night?"

I slightly pushed him because he was too close to me. He thinks I want to seduce him, but he's the one getting close to me.

"I'll get dressed, Mr. Reed. It's not like I can talk to you for a long time wearing only this. You'll just think worse of me," I replied irritably before continuing to walk toward the closet to change.

I intentionally took my time inside the walk-in closet so Alexander would get bored and leave my room. But when I came out, I couldn't help but frown upon seeing that he was still in the room, sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked extremely impatient.

"Why did it take you so long to get dressed?" he immediately scolded me.

"Did I tell you to wait for me?" I retorted defiantly.

He stood up and walked towards me. "I won't leave your room until you tell me how I ended up in your room?"

"Okay, fine. I will tell you now. You ended up in my room because I dragged you like a sack of rice. You couldn't even stand because you were so drunk."

"Why did you bring me to your room and not to my own room? Are you planning something bad against me?"

This man really thinks badly of me. Now I'm regretting why I let my conscience take over last night and brought him to my room.

"I don't know where your room is, okay? And I have no bad intentions against you, Alexander. You're the only one thinking that. If I had bad intentions towards you, I would have done it last night. I could have dragged you and rolled you down the stairs while you were very drunk," I said to him, holding back my annoyance. I'm the one who showed goodwill, yet I'm the one coming out as the bad person.

Alexander didn't like what I said, so he pulled me closer to the bed and pushed me hard. Fortunately, the bed was soft, so I wasn't hurt.

"I will kill you if you do that," he threatened. "And next time I get drunk, don't bring me to your room. I don't need your help."

"Don't worry because the next time you get drunk, I won't bother helping you even if I see you crawling on the floor," I shouted in frustration. I should have slapped his mouth last night while he was not in his right mind, as it was so sharp with words. With that thought, I suddenly looked at his lips. I chuckled slightly because I just noticed now that his lower lip was swollen, which I bit last night. It looks like a cockroach bit his lip, and unfortunately, he hasn't noticed it yet.

"What are you laughing at?" he asked me irritably. He didn't wait for my answer and immediately approached the mirror to examine his face. His face crumpled when he saw the swollen lip. "What did you do to me last night?"

"I didn't do anything to you, okay? Nothing happened between us because I slept on the sofa downstairs."

"How will you explain what happened to your lips? Did you slap me while I was drunk last night?"

I took a deep sigh and rolled my eyes at him. "Can you stop thinking negatively, Alexander? You won't have peace of mind if you're always like that." Alexander didn't speak and just gave me a sharp look. "Your lips got swollen because you kept kissing the floor last night. You were so drunk that you thought you were kissing a goddess when in reality, your lips were mopping the floor," I added with a laugh.