Marrying the Killer of my Girlfriend
VERACITY

All day, I was watching Josh Rainer's movements closely.

As usual, since morning I did a basic check routine and did not find anything strange.  All is normal and no problem is meaningful.

The problem is that Josh still doesn't want to interact two-way with me verbally.

Yesterday, one of the rapid developments Josh saw was that he was willing to respond to my message through his senses.  Yesterday, he held my hand and even hugged me.

But he still keeps his mouth shut to this day.

From my records, he only wants to talk if he sees Celine coming to him. It was not a good talk, but tantrums are fortunately getting here more and more controlled.

This morning, Josh was very cooperative and made other progress.

Starting from getting up from sleep, opening curtains, walking towards the balcony to doing small sports such as sit-ups and push-ups.

However, he still flinch whenever I talk to him.

In fact, I really want to extract information about the mystery that is happening at this time. Was he the one who left the message to be careful?

Was he just pretending?

What was his goal and why was he playing me?

Tomorrow I'll meet Anna to ask her opinion on this incident.

Therefore, I had to gather more information to determine my future attitude towards what was happening now.

But with Diana and the surveillance cameras in this room watching me, what can I do?

“Josh today was fun, wasn't it? What else do you want to do?”

Instead of answering my question, Josh made a gesture that pointed at his stomach, a sign of his hunger.

I checked the clock and it showed at 11:30 p.m.

“Pak Rikian has not arrived. Sister Diana can you inform Mr Rikian to bring Josh lunch right now?” instructions me.

He snorted at me. I knew he was going to refuse my orders. With a peringai similar to the hostess, of course she would not obey me.

“I was ordered by the lady to record all the results of the therapy until lunch hour arrived at 12:00. It's not in lunch hour yet,” he said easily.

Should I grab her hair and tell her to leave?

I was just about to walk towards the door to the kitchen when one hand stopped my steps.

Josh Rainer's Hand.

He held me away and then turned to stare intently at Diana.

Now Josh is standing in front of me, turning his back on me.

From behind Josh's fielding back, I saw Diana looking terrified.

Then Josh shouted loudly while throwing his roll at Diana.

I looked at that sight. Now Diana had already thrown her observation book and ran off the ridge towards the kitchen.

I laughed out loud.

I haven't laughed that much in years.

Josh Rainer then turned around and now he looked at me with a smile.

Now we stand in sight.

Josh is tall and handsome.

If he wasn't my patient and I didn't belong to Dio, I would definitely feel keki.

“Thank you yes. You're my hero!” praise me for his actions. I stroked his shoulder.

“But, tomorrow-tomorrow do not use violence again yes. The Josh we know is gentle and non-violent. You're a very, very good person,” I said.

Those words seemed to be absorbed by Josh. Whether this was just a silhouette or my imagination, his face looked sad.

Perhaps, he only felt tired after doing various therapies and cognitive exercises since morning.

“Josh,” I tried to find the right word to ask her my prejudices.

Diana is gone now, this is the time.

The surveillance cameras in this room shouldn't be able to capture sound, right?

But what if Celine puts a voice recorder in this room?

I became upset.

Maybe I'd better hold back on asking him and let me investigate for myself what's going on in this house?

Josh was acting unusual.

He put the tip of his face in front of his mouth.

The signal to tell me to shut up.

I'm flabbergasted.

I'm more and more convinced he's the one who gave me the warning message yesterday.

I need to know the truth.

If he tells me to shut up, then he's also aware of the hidden video and audio recorders in this room.

Then I saw Diana's notebook lying on the floor. I quickly snatched the book, tore off one piece of paper and picked up the pen that also fell on the floor.

"Josh, do you know what this is? It's a square shape, if you give it volume it will be a cube. Then this is a picture of a triangle and this is trapezoid.”

On the sidelines of my pretense, I wrote something on that paper for Josh.

"You wrote on my phone?"

I showed him the writing.

My hair stood up when I knew the response.

He's nodding.

I went back to writing in a hurry, afraid that Diana would return to the room.

“This is a circle. The circle has no beginning and no end. You want to try drawing?”

I gave her the paper and pen to answer my follow-up questions.

"What's going on?"

He looked dull when I asked him to write back. Especially when he saw my question on paper.

However, he finally gave up and wrote something on paper.

"Help me."

I swallowed spit.

Something is indeed happening in this wealthy family that makes the successor to the throne must pretend to experience trauma and amnesia.

He designed it for a specific purpose.

“It's not like that Josh, how to make a circle like this,” I raise my voice again, still acting while returning to write a message for him who sits very close beside me.

"Are you a bad person or a good person?"

From the beginning I was hired as a private doctor, Josh always put on a flat look. But today, again the hue of his face changed drastically when he saw my writing.

He looked sad again.

I gave him back the pen and he answered who he was.

He's circling the bad guys and the good guys.

He is both.

Leaving behind my gasping mind did not stop spinning since just now.

I should how?

Should I help her?

But he himself admitted that he was not entirely good.

What's my next move?

I closed my eyes still thinking while chasing the clock if suddenly Sister Diana entered again.

I've already decided.

"How can I help you?"

“Josh this is better circle, you are great. Come now make square!” fake yell.

He quickly grabbed back the pen and rewrote it.

"Follow my game."

I-i understand.

He then wrote an extra while the door of the room sounded open.

"Burn this paper."

I quickly picked it up and hid it in my doctor's pocket.

In front of me, Diana and Rikian suddenly entered to serve food.

“Josh let's start eating. After this we will do phototherapy yes to heal your trauma. Mr Rikian and Sister Diana can help me prepare the equipment?”

Diana seemed to want to fight me but Josh again rolled his sharp eyes to intimidate her.

He then again followed Rikian to follow my instructions.

I smiled at Josh and went back to saying, ”You're my hero, Josh.”

And again she implied sadness as I said this.

I don't know why.

And I really want to go back to my room right now to think clearly.

I wish everything that happened today was a dream.

People who were diagnosed with amnesia and traumatized by one of the best doctors in the country turned out to be completely unwell.

This person pretends to be sick for a specific purpose.

This man admits he is not good.

And the craziest thing, I decided to help her.

Without me knowing a series of dangers would hit me with this reckless choice of mine.