His Purpose
20. Sleep Together

"Your wife is in shock and hypothermia. The lady had been in a cold place for too long. And also, he was quite shaken by the incident he experienced."

"For a while don't go out of the house. Room windows should also not be opened, because of fear of exposure to wind from outside aggravate the condition."

"Make sure he stays in a warm place. You can also wear several layers of sweaters to speed up recovery. No need to worry, Madam's condition can still be saved. Lucky his endurance is strong enough."

Gibran stood staring at the large window before him. It was very late, and the doctor came home a while ago. Gibran's rails looked calm as usual. His hands were slipping in both pockets of his pants.

The atmosphere gradually quietened as the servants had already returned to the pavilion. There was only a guard on duty alternating day and night, as well as himself who was sculpting alone.

While Maria, the woman had not been conscious since she fainted this afternoon, right in her arms.

"Sir." Nick got out of the elevator. He had just returned from the lobby, dropping off the doctor who had previously examined Maria.

"Find out why Moru got out of the cage." Gibran flat-spoken.

"Already, Sir. Moru came out while the officers were feeding and forgot to close the door to the cage."

A sound came out of Gibran's mouth. He took his hand out of his pocket. "Fire him and find another manager. I don't like negligence in any form."

After that Gibran left leaving Nick who sighed heavily. Again he had to find a new employee because of Gibran's dissatisfaction.

Gibran who was about to go to work stopped as he passed through Maria's room. He stared for a moment at the closed door. The shadow of the woman trembling in coldness as well as her shining eyes were afraid of wandering around Gibran's head.

Of course everything must be because of Moru. Somehow Maria was able to escape from the pursuit of the white tiger.

"Basic sloppy," maki Gibran softly.

According to him, Mary who decided to walk alone without the company of a servant was careless. The last time the woman did so she almost died in the pool, and now her life is almost lost to the tiger.

Gibran sighed, opening the door to Mary's room and closing it again. His feet stepped closer to the large bed in the middle of the space. On it Mary lay several layers of thick blankets and warm clothes.

The woman fell asleep peacefully. An infusion and oxygen hose holds his hands and nose breathing quietly. I don't know what Gibran is doing. He stood beside the bed with his eyes straight at Mary.

A few minutes Gibran stayed in position. Until the moment he turned around intending to leave the room, something clasped his fingers weakly.

He looked down at her hand which was held by Mary.

"Nority ..." Mary whispered softly, almost inaudible.

"Don't go" he continued.

"I'm scared. The tiger ..."

Maria did not continue her words. His eyes that had shone on meu again closed tightly. Is that woman delirious?

Slowly Gibran approached. At first he intended to release Mary's grasp. Instead of being detached, Mary instead tightened her grip on Gibran's burly fingers.

Gibran sighed, the man sitting on the bedside, turning his back to Mary. He could pull his hand by force. But it would hurt Mary's hand that was infused.

"Cold ..."

Again. Maria is delirious with her eyes closed. Gibran looked back a little. He glanced at the warmers, making sure they were working properly.

Gibran was silent in the dimness of Mary's room. It may have been nearly two hours that the man held on to his firm sitting position. Slowly, he felt his eyes grow heavy.

Gibran turned to Mary. The woman looks slumbering, but somehow her hands don't want to come off.

Perhaps because he felt unable to bear it, Gibran also threw himself beside Maria. As a result they slept side by side, without distance, with interlocking hands.

"Cold ..." Maria is back.

The woman squirmed a little as if she was uncomfortable. But the unconcerned Gibran only looked at him indifferently. A few moments later Mary tilted her body toward Gibran, wrapping her free hand around Gibran's waist.

His breath was long. He stared at the ceiling expressionlessly. Trying to get used to it even though his body is lying stiff.

As if Gibran had not tested enough patience, Mary's head lay on her chest.

Gibran's eyes closed tightly, trying not to care about anything Maria did. The woman is sleeping. Upon waking up, Gibran was sure he would scream and grumble regretting his actions.

Why not just go straight to the workspace? Why should you come by here?

The questions revolved around Gibran's head until he was shut down, following Mary into the dreamland.

***

Gibran opened his eyes slowly. He blinked adjusting the light coming into his retina. The first thing he saw was a view of Mary's pale face just inches away from him.

He unconsciously looked at the face carefully. Tracing the surface of his skin clean as if without pores.

Gibran looked at the old Mary. Until he realized his upper arm felt sore. Apparently Mary's head was lying there. And what astonished him the most, since when did he return Mary's embrace?

Slowly Gibran raised his hand, removing his embrace from Mary's waist. He also carefully removed the woman's head.

Gibran got up and lowered his legs, sitting on the edge of the bed while massaging his head. His forehead was slightly wrinkled to think of what. In between his activities, he was actually faced with the arrival of Marta and Laura who suddenly entered Maria's room.

They seemed surprised to see his presence. The two glanced at each other.

Gibran stood up. Still with a flat look he walked closer to the door, passing Marta and Laura who immediately lowered their heads while greeting respect.

After Gibran came out, Laura raised her head with a look of confusion that could not be hidden.

He blinked, "Did you sleep here last night?"

Laura turned to Marta, but did not find the whereabouts of the old woman. Apparently the butler had already walked closer to Mary's bed.

Spontaneous Laura followed in a hurry.

"Seeing from his appearance, it seems like Master did sleep here last night. I'm sure that's the shirt he wore yesterday. Isn't that right, Miss Marta?"

Marta who was starting her job— checked all Maria's needs as she always does every day, just installing a calm look meaningless.

"Mother Marta?"

"Stop babbling and start working. There's no point in it, too, you're curious."

Laura conical. He secretly grumbled, "Based on granny. Can't he just relax for a moment? The one in his mind works, works, and works."

Marta doesn't care. He remains focused on his work. Unlike Laura who is still loyal to stand on the edge of the bed. He looked down at Mary who was asleep. Before long, the woman opened her eyes.

Laura's eyes turned sparkling, "Mrs is awake? What do you feel now? Is it still cold?"

Hearing Laura who exclaimed, Marta who was in the wardrobe room also rode closer. Not much different from Laura, he asked the same thing.

Mary began to open her lips with a little effort. Maybe because he was unconscious for too long he had trouble speaking.

"I-I .. It's okay. My body is much more miserable."

"really? Right my guess. Master must have hugged the Madam all night!"

Laura grimaced as Marta stomped her foot. The old woman smiled begging for understanding. While Maria, she slightly looked at Laura's words.

A gibran? The guy hugged her? So last night wasn't a dream?

Then kiss yesterday. Is that real too?