DEVANYE. STILL LOVING YOU
part 74's
Three days after my return from sailing. I feel weird about Devan's nature. Dev is avoiding me. He's getting colder. He also did not sleep in the room. He prefers to be busy in his study. And he also left before I woke up and came home at a very late hour.
I'm bored, I can't get out freely. Especially when the bodyguard forbade me when I wanted to leave, he said I should be in the apartment twenty-four hours. I'm bored, no interlocutors, Samuel hasn't been there since yesterday. When I asked the others, they said nothing.
"Dev," I knocked on his study door. There is no lawfulness.
"I'll get you coffee, I'll go in!" I cried again while going in there. Devan's busy with all the files in his hand. He looked tired, from the office he had to work at home until late at night.
Devan seemed to be focused on his work, not looking at me at all. I put coffee on the table.
"Dev, I want to talk..."
"I'm busy! Go to sleep!" he said in a cold tone. Keep watching his work.
"I can't sleep, usually if you take care of my stomach, I'll go to sleep quickly. You've been so busy lately that you've never noticed me." I said in a spoiled tone, turning to the back of her chair to massage her shoulders. Devan just fell silent, took my one hand, and pulled me into his lap.
My chest skipped a beat faster, as Devan brought his face closer. I held my hand around his neck, closed my eyes, waiting for what Devan would do to me. I miss you Dev!
"Go to the room, you need to rest. I'm out for a second!" Devan said that he made me open my eyes again, surprised, when I was sure Devan would kiss me, but nothing happened. Devan pulled my hand, I stood up because he was also about to get up from his chair. Take the jacket and car keys.
"I go first, there's business. Don't wait, go to sleep first!" he told me to leave me alone in the room. Not even the coffee I brought him touched at all.
Heart hurts. Baffled. Why is Devan like this? Is something wrong? Is there anything I say that disturbs him? Does he not like my attitude? Which was? why doesn't he like my touch? Am I no longer attractive? Or... is Devan playing around out there? Heart hurts. I was like a flower waiting for a beetle to come.
Why did Devan change? Does he not love me anymore? Don't want me anymore? Don't like me and my son?
Again for the umpteenth night I just slept alone, hugging my own son.
Trying to call Devan, he said he'd be a while, but it's been two hours since he left. There was no answer when I tried calling him more than five times.
A seno! Maybe he knows.
"There is no miss! Young master is not with me!" that's what Seno said.
Then where's Devan?
Samuel, the number has been off since we got back from sailing that day, and even the trunk of his nose is nowhere to be seen.
What was? why does it feel like everyone is moving away from me?