I happily moved into his villa with joy in the name of my fiancée. I was thinking that I could finally make him love me openly. But no matter how many times I flirted with him, he would only politely help me put my clothes back on. He then turned around and left me alone.
Until last night, I ghostly followed him out of the house. I went all the way to the hospital.
I could never forget that scene. Benedict knelt in front of Charlotte's hospital bed. His body trembled. He pressed Charlotte's hand against his burning desire. His voice became hoarse until the last moments of his release.
“Charlotte, I agreed to marry your sister so that I can visit you every day.”
At that moment, I realised that my ten years of infatuation were nothing but a joke.
The elixir given by the Roussel Family was indeed miraculous. In just three days, Charlotte woke up from her coma. My dad was so happy that he immediately wanted to organise a banquet for her.
I stood outside the ward watching the medical staff come in and out. I then deleted and changed the message for Benedict on my phone.
“We're having a party at home tonight, are you coming?”