LOVER MONSTER!
10. Erthians.

[Erthian's health condition worsened.]

A report came to Demian's phone in the form of a short message. After reading the message, Demian put his phone back on the table.

Today was Demian's third day at Jessica's place, and even though she did nothing, information kept coming to greet Demian's phone. The report came from Arden, a colleague of Demian whom he could rely on in anything, including digging up information concerning the Bellamy family in Italy.

Erthian Bellamy is Demian's brother, and the information regarding Erthian's deteriorating health is enough to explain why Demian is now being hunted.

There are only two possibilities. First, they wanted him to return and replace Erthian's weakened position. Second, they wanted to get rid of Demian so that Erthian would have no chance of being eliminated.

Whichever one it was, Demian did not like the two. Demian did not want to return to Italy and did the seizure of the throne when clearly, Erthian was still breathing there.

"Is this Selina again?" Demian muttered lowly.

Selina Bellamy, the equivalent of Demian, is Demian's stepmother. He was the one who rejected Demian as the successor of the Bellamy family. It was as if he had a great influence on Bellamy alone!

Demian vomited whenever he remembered the arrogance of the woman who had become his classmate.

Selina hated Demian because Demian never wanted to see her as a mother figure, and Demian hated Selina because she was pretentious to act like her mother. These two opposite poles, rather than creating an attractive attraction, instead create a viscous hostility that passes through the continent.

Even when Demian decided to flee to Vegas, the terror of Selina who tried to get rid of him still came in turn.

Demian is careless, of course. However, he did not want to get rid of Selina. He wanted the woman to be frustrated because of her existence. It was fun when he could make the mad woman roar fiercely.

Cklek!

The sound of the door opening scattered Demian's daydream at that very instant. He moved from his lying position.

From the doorway, Jessica appeared while carrying a palette of food that was from the aroma, making Demian's appetite aroused.

"You seem to be having fun alone," Jessica said. He noticed how Demian's expression was quite relaxed and happy. It was as if he was not a man who was being terrorized by his family.

'Well, whatever. It's none of my business!' Jessica pulled a shoulder.

"Anyway, I brought you chicken wings by chef Elliot Ambrose." Jessica put a large bowl of chicken wings with the scallions sprinkled onto the table. A large glass of lemon juice was also there.

"Well..." Demian. "If I'm treated well like this, I have no problem hiding a hundred days."

"One hundred days?" Jessica protest.

"More than that, I'll die of obesity." Demian then smiled.

Jessica is really a kind girl, Demian to the point of not knowing how many times she thought about how good Jessica was.

Though they had only been together for three days, Demian was already impressed with the attention that the girl had spilled on him.

"Are you okay smuggling this much food into your room?"

"No" Jessica answered honestly. "Elli now suspects me. Therefore, I hope that one week will soon pass so that you can get out of here quickly. At least, that way the situation will go back to how it was."

"Well, whoa, whoa. I just praised you in my head, but it looks like I'm going to pull that compliment back."

Jessica pulled a shoulder. "Eat."

"What about you, have you eaten?"

"I'll eat later in the afternoon."

"Why not now?" Demian took one chicken out of the bowl. He gave the chicken a bite before looking back at Jessica who was still standing around her waist near the sofa. His pair of emerald irises hid behind round reading glasses.

"I'll eat after I'm done with work" Jessica said. He was referring to his work files that are now piled up on the bed.

Ever since Jessica let Demian stay at her house, the sofa area now belonged to Demian. Jessica, on the other hand, moved her work to bed.

"You can eat now and work next" Demian commented.

Demian is not a fan of people who work hard until they forget to eat. Such people reminded Demian of Erthian, his brother who now suffers from many diseases in his body due to his lack of health care.

Demian wanted to rebel, but at the same time, he realized he and Jessica were not close enough to exchange anxiety. Unlike Jessica who has high empathy, Demian is not the type of man who easily cares and shows care.

It's none of her business if Jessica decides to eat or not. Indeed, it should be, he didn't care about whatever decision Jessica made. However, witnessing how the girl was working with an empty stomach across there, Demian felt a slight pinch in his heart.

The bowl of chicken wings that Jessica gave him became not as delicious as before.

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Cold water droplets greeted Jessica's face. He who had been asleep on the bed since sometime, spontaneously opened his eyes when the water droplets did not stop greeting his face. Jessica opened her eyes and at the same time, a pair of obsidian black irises were on par with her eyes. Staring right at his newly opened emerald iris.

"Away awake?" the baritone voice greeted, and instead of chiming in, Jessica got up and Bugh!

Demian retreated with a nose that frowned in pain.

Jessica slammed Demian's face in one fell swoop. Demian who was not alert at all found her forehead and nose feeling the strength of Jessica's forehead that was as hard as a rock.

"What the F?" Demian grimaced and cursed many times. "Fuck, agh.., what are you doing! Sheesh, I could have a concussion because of your head!"

Jessica-uniknya-do not feel the pain that much. Because of the slight pain in her forehead, Jessica thought Demian was making things up.

"Don't overdo it" Jessica said. "It's your fault for surprising me."

While Jessica sat on the lip of the bed and gathered her consciousness little by little, Demian still rubbed the trunk of her sore nose.

"Ah, did I fall asleep?" Jessica checked the clock and realized it was now half six in the afternoon. After checking the clock, Jessica looked back at Demian who was standing straight in a white bathrobe. Busy hands rubbing nose.

"What did you just do?" Jessica thought back to when she found Demian's face was a little off her face. The man almost made Jessica hang and died impromptu.

Seeing a handsome face when opening her eyes was something new to Jessica, and rare.

"I.mm, I'm gonna wake you up." Demian chimed in indifferently. The water that dripped and wet Jessica's face just came from her ikal mane that until now she had not dried.

"Are you hungry?" ask Jessica.

"Huh?"

There was only one reason Demian woke her up, and Jessica thought it was food.

"I'll bring you dinner in a minute" Jessica said. He moved while rubbing his eyes. "In the meantime, eat what's in the fridge. I'm gonna take a shower."

No, it's a rebuttal stuck in Demian's esophagus. He could not speak because now Jessica had passed from before him. No, Demian meant, he didn't wake Jessica up so she could get food or anything, Demian was just worried about Jessica sleeping without eating anything.

Demian just wanted Jessica to open her eyes, accompany her there. Demian just wanted to stare at Jessica just now, and for some reason, the droplets of water from her wet hair even woke the girl up.

Goddamnit!

He almost created a misunderstanding. Fortunately, Jessica is not a girl who easily suspects and dramatizes the situation.

'What should I do now?' Demian is bored.

Although he realized he was in danger, not doing anything all day also made Demian uncomfortable. Demian wanted to get out of hiding, fight and drink until morning. Do whatever it is other than sit on the couch while monitoring a foreign girl at work.

Demian hates being cooped up without being able to do anything.

Demian hates the emptiness that makes her mind creep into dangerous areas whenever she is near Jessica.

Demian hated the strawberry scent that was going around him, poisoning his mind with a thirst that would never be cured unless he scooped the girl in his grasp.

"Since when have I been this low?" Demian, again, cursed at his own thoughts.

The place he thought to be perfect protection, in fact put its own danger to him.

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