The calendar reflected a date that was unforgettable to Ella... both in life and in death.
25th December.
Ella’s face blanched and she stumbled a few steps back.
At this moment, a crowd stormed inside the room and voices mingled around everywhere.
’’Prepare for the funeral.’’
’’We should take him to the main mansion."
’’No, he shouldn’t step in there! Our ancestors would never rest in peace!"
Ella pressed her palms on her ears.
"Elle, get up!"
Ella’s chest rose and her eyes snapped open.
She stared at the ceiling, eyes wide. Warm tears rolled down her cheeks.
’’Ella...’’
Hearing the familiar voice, Ella slowly turned her head.
Adrian had propped himself up on his elbow, his body hovered above her.
A deep frown had settled between his brows.
In a daze, Ella raised her hand and placed it on the side of his face. A warmth seeped into her fingers. ’’You... are fine?"
Adrian’s lips thinned. He sat up on the bed.
Her hand remained frozen mid-air for a moment before he captured her wrist, wrapped an arm around her back and pulled her up into his arms.
’’Snap out of it.’’
His words were crisp and cold as ever.
But Ella found it comforting.
The knowledge that he was alive was even more comforting.
She let him hold her as she processed the nightmare.
Ella was afraid of losing her mind in that dark godforsaken place where she was not just mentally but also physically tormented. And hence, she ended up cutting herself for days and weeks to keep track of the passing time.
Hours before Esther came, she had heard the sound of Christmas bells chiming from some nearby church.
And for a fact, she knew that 25th December was the day Esther killed her.
’’Ella.’’
The deep voice pulled Ella out of her trance.
She lowered her head and realized that she was tightly clutching Adrian’s robe and hugging him like there was no tomorrow.
She immediately let go.
’’S.. Sorry...’’
The man’s gaze darkened.
Ella cried internally. Second master, must you be so easily triggered?
’’Did I wake you up earlier? I think I had some bad dreams... Not that I am much of a decent sleeper...’’
Translation: Hence, you should refrain from treating me like your teddy bear and sleeping with me.
But the man did not seem to care much about her insinuations. Instead, he got out of bed.
At this moment, there were two consecutive knocks on the door.
Ella’s jaws dropped. She immediately checked the time.
’’Under the bed...’’ Wait. Not to mention his noble identity, he was also very tall to completely hide in there, ’’Hide in the washroom.’’
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