Chapter 27

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Amelia's POV:-



"Ian! Ian! Listen to m--." Before I could finish speaking, he was gone.

"Arghhhhh, listen to me, you idiot." Now that I know he can't hear me, I yell in frustration.

What a colorful life I live!

A few minutes ago, I kissed someone for the first time, and now that person fails to understand me.

My life's author deserves slow claps.

(A/N: Thank you everyone, *in Seungmin's voice*)

I sat on the bed, careful not to bump my already wounded head, because I'm frustrated with both him and myself.

That's when I remember.

Kia. 

Dear God.

Not at all.

How can I neglect this?

Ian and Kia.

It's rumored that they're dating.

Was that Kia's rumored lover that I just kissed?

My blood runs cold.
 
Absolutely not.

It's only a rumor.

Had he been seeing someone else, he never would have kissed me.

I will lose my mind. 

My skull smacks me with another wave of pain, adding to my anguish. 

After ten minutes, my door was knocked on.

I reluctantly got out of bed.

In place of her mother, there is Martha, who works here as the head cook and housekeeper. 

She was never someone I liked.

Treated me rudely all the time. 

I was never fed well by her when I was younger.

Unbidden, she sends me a plastic bag. 

I glance at her questioningly and then take the bag from her.

"It's delivered for you." She scrunched up her face and returned to her job.

or watching TV.

She's the lady boss of the house until Mother arrives.

I glance at the bag I'm holding.

Putting the bag down on the table, I closed the door.

My phone tingled with a notification at the same moment.

It was from the one who had been on my mind ever since he left my room.

Ian: Take your medicine and eat lunch.

My heart isn't working well. that kiss.

Moreover, this text. 

I'm aware that his anger sprang from the idea that I regretted the kiss.

He is insane if he thought that at all.

Me: No, I won't.

I will not take orders from him.

It's not like everything between us changed after one kiss. 

Even if I'm drawn to him, it doesn't erase the fact that he caused me to suffer for years.

 
Ian: If you don't want me to come over and shove that meal in your mouth, you had better follow what I say. Not with hands, of course. I don't care if you regret it this time.

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