Mr Dark Desires. Possessives

Carlos Pain (2)

“Sick?” reset Dalia with frown. He can't even remember the last time Carlos got sick. Even as he remembered, Carlos had never been ill during his time here.

 

“Iya, her body is hot,” said Ayana half grimaced, considering her who had to be decked out overnight like that. Ayana felt that she was near the heating furnace.

 

“Alright, I will check it first, maybe you can make breakfast for him,” said Dalia who immediately walked to Carlos' room.

 

The middle-aged woman looked so worried and panicked at the moment, and Ayana did not really understand why Dalia treated Carlos with such care, considering that she was an anomic like herself.

 

Dalia once said that Carlos had saved her from her previous owner, who did not seem to treat her well enough.

 

Based on this, Ayana can conclude that actually Carlos is not too bad. She had a sensitive side as well in helping others, otherwise Dalia would not be so worried right now and that feeling seemed so sincere.

 

With the thought that Ayana could take Carlos' good side, she would make him a bowl of porridge. Maybe by taking heart like this, then the man will still treat him well.

 

And when Dalia came back to get a place to hold water and a small towel, Ayana was making porridge.

 

“I will try to compress her body,” said Dalia while taking water and a small towel. “If you are done, bring the porridge to Carlos and also the medicine in the medicine box that is there.” Dalia pointed at the medicine box located not far from Hailee, stuck to the kitchen wall. “If the heat will not go down, then we will take him to the doctor.”

 

Carlos had never been sick before, but Dalia had always provided the basic medicines in this house, making sure that when time was needed as it is now, they had them.

 

“Iya, fine,” Ayana replied, then refocused on the porridge she was cooking while Dalia returned to Carlos' room.

 

It took only fifty minutes for Ayana to finish her work and bring a tray of porridge and hot tea and a glass of water to Carlos' room.

 

When Ayana was there, Carlos had woken up and Dalia was sweating so she could change her clothes. The air conditioner has been turned off and all windows are opened so that the morning air can enter and this room can feel fresher.

 

Carlos looked breathless and his eyes glared at Ayana.

 

“Let him do it, you can go,” Carlos said to Dalia, shortly after Ayana placed a tray of porridge on the nightstand. “Help me,” steam Carlos while taking the plain white t-shirt held by Dalia and thrusting it at Ayana.

 

Ayana glances at Dalia at a glance who then nods, then hesitantly Ayana picks up the shirt while Dalia walks out of the room.

 

“If you need anything, just call,” said Dalia while closing the door of the room.

 

“Iya,” Ayana replied in a soft voice.

 

After there were only the two of them in the room, Ayana immediately helped Carlos to put on his clothes, lest he get sicker.

 

On the other hand, with a tired expression, Carlos allowed Ayana to put on her clothes and take care of the small towel that had been used to wipe her body.

 

“This, eat first, only then take the medicine.” Ayana brought the tray to nearby Carlos and let the man take the bowl of porridge and devour it slowly.

 

“Sit,” Carlos said in a flat tone while continuing to eat.

 

Hearing Carlos words, Ayana immediately sat down and accompanied him to eat in silence. Several times Carlos looked like he was going to finish his meal, but apparently not, he finished a bowl of porridge that made Ayana smile sweetly.

 

“This is the cure,” Ayana said while thrusting the medicine to Carlos and a glass of water. “How about we go to the doctor?” bargain Ayana again, when he saw the pale face of Carlos.

 

 

Meanwhile, his phone that he had placed on the table went off again. As long as Carlos ate, the phone was ringing, only the man did not pick up the call from anyone who called him. And of course Ayana would not dare to comment on this matter, even if the sound was a little disturbing.

 

It was only after he was done that Carlos nodded towards the phone, indicating that Ayana would take it for him.

 

Quickly, Ayana picked up the small object that was still ringing and handed it to Carlos, before she finally answered the call.

 

“Juan,” said Carlos with a tired tone, while laying down his body. “I'm sick,” he said like a little boy complaining to his mother.

 

Hearing that, Ayana's eyebrows shot up, she had not expected to see Carlos childish side again like this.

 

Because, this kind of attitude is what Ayana first saw when she met Carlos, when she was about to run away from the house.

 

It was Carlos who specifically asked Ayana to accompany him to a drink while the other girls accompanied the guests who had now been killed in that bloody night.

 

“Hm,” murmured Carlos while closing his eyes. “No need, you don't need to come here,” he said. “Oke.”

 

Carlos then spoke for a few minutes with Jun on the phone before their conversation ended.

 

Because Carlos did not say anything, Ayana remained in the room and after she had finished calling, the girl asked for permission to leave.

 

Unfortunately, Carlos refuses and asks Ayana to lie down with him. Any more?

 

Ayana think, in times of pain like this, Carlos misinterpreted himself with bolsters? Ayana so asked, maybe the high heat suffered by Carlos caused himself to not be able to think properly?

 

But, of course Ayana could not resist.

 

Reluctantly, Ayana approaches Carlos and sleeps beside the man, letting him hold her to sleep.

 

It was only after Ayana felt Carlos warm breaths on her nape becoming more regular, that she slowly released herself from her embrace and came out of the room.

 

But, before that, Ayana closed the window and enveloped him.

 

Like this, Carlos looked like a child hungry for love. Makes his feelings less complicated.

 

Ayana is upset that she can easily forgive Carlos with just a little kindness like this.

 

While contemplating, Ayana came out of the room and found that someone had been sitting in the living room of this apartment.

 

He sat down with his haughty style and looked indifferent to the world.

 

“Juan?” ayana's voice sounded like a whisper, when she realized who was there.

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