The Snow In Paris

CHAPTER - 22

Aaric throws a file of visas in front of Snow who is still lying in the hospital. "His beautiful wife is intending to report her husband to the police" Aaric pulled up a chair and sat down before his wife.

Snow was immediately surprised why Aaric was able to get the visa file, even though he had done the visa secretly without the knowledge of her husband. "How did you get this?" Snow looked very nervous and scared, because it could be that Aaric will do rude acts again on him.

"Everything I can get easily, including this." Aaric laughed out loud as he felt victorious. "It's Snow, we better make peace. We're starting a new marriage ward, and you can't drag me to jail now, and you can never run from me again."

Snow greeted Aaric with a hateful look. "Based on the bad guy!!" It seemed that he was not willing to make peace with the person who had hurt his heart and physique, but now he could not do anything more because the evidence of the visa was already in his hands, in addition to the tight guard in his hospital room made him unable to go anywhere, not only did Aaric also confiscate Snow's personal mobile phone so that he did not contact anyone to ask for help.

Aaric has taken away all of Snow's freedom. Aaric stared fixedly at Snow. "I'm not evil, baby." she gently caressed Snow's face, but Snow removed Aaric's hand from her face. "I really love you and want us back to what we used to be."

Snow smiled cynically at Aaric's words that were so disgusting to him. "How can you say love, after you hurt my heart and my physique?"

Aaric grabbed Snow's hand and grasped it tightly. "I admit all my mistakes and my self, give me a chance to fix everything. I promise you I'll be nice and stay away from Bella, just so you don't have a fight and want to get away from me." Aaric looked at Snow fixedly. "I also promise to condition mommy and lanterns, so that you can be comfortable living in my house."

Snow pulled his hand, feeling that he was already too fed up with all the sweet promises Aaric had given him. "I want to rest" she pulled the blanket to her chest hoping that after this Aaric would leave her alone.

"Rest, tomorrow morning you're home" he stroked and kissed Snow's head, then he went to the couch to do his job.

Go home?

Snow shuddered in horror to hear that tomorrow he would return to the hell house again, the house that had snatched his baby, the house that never gave comfort to him because the residents did not like his existence, the house that had not been there, a home that has given him many inner and physical wounds.

I don't want to live there anymore. Snow shook his head. I don't want to.

At 23:00 WIB Snow no longer heard Aaric's voice, the room was quiet and silent. Slowly he opened his eyes and looked around. The main light has been extinguished, only the table lamp beside the sofa is still on. Snow saw that Aaric had fallen asleep on the sofa.

Snow biting his lips in pain as he plucked an infusion hose from his hand, "Awww. "he whispered, blood dripped from his hand, but then he pulled a cloth over the table to crack his hand.

After the infusion was over, Snow slowly got out of bed and grabbed Aaric's jacket that Aaric had placed on his bedside seat. He was forced to wear Aaric's jacket, because if he took his jacket, fearing that Aaric would wake up and his plans fell apart.

Aaric's jacket is quite large on Snow's body, so it can cover the clothes of his inpatient, and not to forget he also took a mask to cover his face so that it is not recognized by the nurse on duty.

Snow crept out of the room, occasionally turning to Aaric to make sure her husband did not wake up. Safe. Snow again stepped into the elevator, he had crossed paths with several nurses but luckily no nurse suspected him.

Snow's heart beat violently, as the elevator doors opened and she passed her husband's bodyguard. Snow was silent for a few seconds, thinking he still had time to turn around and run fast. When he turned around, Aaric was standing behind him, with his hands folded in his chest, looking at Snow. "Where do these nights go out?" ask Aaric.

Without Aaric carrying his wife's body, he returned to the hospital room. "Call the nurse" Aaric asked the bodyguard.

With great care Aaric placed Snow on his bed. "How many times do I have to say, don't ever walk away from me." slowly Aaric opened the cloth that brushed his wife's hand.

Snow saw that there was no look of anger on Aaric's face, painstakingly cleaning up the blood that was still dripping. "I just don't want to live in that house anymore."

"He was my mother, I would never leave him. But I promise you I'll condition the house so you can be comfortable, I've added a lot of work at home so at least mommy there's no reason to tell you to garden or cook anymore." Aaric shifted slightly, giving the nurse room to re-attach the infusion.

"I'm sorry it's been a hassle" Aaric told the nurse who had reattached his wife's infusion tube.

"It's okay, sir, please press the bell if there's something else going on, have a good rest, excuse me." the nurse left Snow's hospital room.

"Let's go back to rest" Aaric ordered, he pulled the blanket up to his wife's chest, then kissed her forehead. That night Aaric did not get out of his seat, he slept beside his wife clasping closely Snow's hand.

Snow looked at her husband, still not understanding why Aaric could be this gentle but it could also turn as scary as yesterday, but whatever it was Snow hoped that one day he could escape from Aaric.