Chapter 51


    Luca’s POV


    My eyes locked with Sofia’s the very second after I had inserted my head in through the doorway and I


    watched as her widened a little in shock. The only thing I allowed my eyes to notice was the way her


    hair framed her face and how the white skirt she had on this morning had ridden upwards on the couch,


    revealing more skin than it had done this morning.


    I turned around and exited the doorway, breaking eye contact with her immediately and making my way


    deeper into the house while trying not to fall on my face due to how tired and drained out I was feeling.


    I climbed up the stairs with my hands gripping unto the banister of the stair case ever so tightly as I


    climbed each stair carefully to avoid my eyes from spinning the way it had started to feel like it was


    about to start spinning, the moment after I have made my way through the house door.


    I got to the top of the stairs and decided against going into the bedroom Sofia and I shared at thest


    moment and instead settled for my office – which was located downstairs, which means I’d have to


    climb down the stairs once again just to get there and I wasn’t sure I could make it there sessfully.


    With that in mind, I decided to finally go into my bedroom and I was pushing the door open in the next


    minute, carefully letting myself in and shutting the door quietly beside me.


    The first thing I did once I got into the room was to switch the bright white lights for slightly dim ones.


    Once I was still able to see around the room without my eyes feeling like it was being stabbed with light


    sticks, I got out of my suit jacket and discerned the piece of material on the floor. I unbuttoned my inner


    shirt, my hands started to shake a little as I got each button open before moving to the next at a really


    slow pace. Once I was done, I untucked the shirt and shrugged out of it before discarding it on the floor


    as well.


    The first thing I did after getting my body from the waist up, bare, was to tug out the two guns which


    were tucked inside the sides of my suit pants and carefully cing them carefully on the bed side table.


    I picked up my suit jacket and tugged out a pocket knife from the insides of the dark jacket before


    cing it on the bedside table alongside the ck guns.


    I slowly sat on the bed, panting hard as I allowed the cold atmosphere of the bedroom stifle my whole


    body up, sweat was dripping off my body despite the fact that I was inside a cold temperature room and


    had been in a cold car as well, while returning back from the hospital. I reached up with my left hand


    and pushed the curls away from my forehead which were already matted on there, due to the amount


    of sweat that was dripping off my forehead and sliding down my face and neck.


    The hand which had brushed my hair off my wet forehead got met with scorching hot and wet skin. I


    pressed my palm t against my forehead and agreed with myself that my forehead was indeed


    burning up. A few secondster, I winced when my head chose that particr moment to start


    pounding heavily against the insides of my forehead, making me wince as the vibrations in my head


    increased, making me groan out lightly while wincing and scrunching my face up in pain once again.


    Knowing I had to take care of myself for me to start feeling better as soon as possible, and also


    because I couldn’t afford to be sick at this particr moment— for the sake of Aria, at least. I shook my


    head out of my face, trying to ignore the way my head started to throb slightly as I dug out my phone


    from my pants and sent a quick text to Sarah, informing her about the whole sickness and some other


    new symptoms that wasn’t visible yet when i had left home to go get Aria, this early afternoon.


    I threw my phone on the space beside me on the bed as I carefullyid on the bed with my legs still on


    the floor. I allowed my eyes to slide close, while also willing the whole tiredness I was feeling to go


    away. My stomach also felt like a thousand tiny nails were being used to pierce different invisible holes


    into it, which hurt as hell, increasing the ufortable knot in my stomach to tighten up even more.


    My phone pinged beside me, the sign of an iing message. I ignored it and didn’t bother blinking


    my eyes open. I remained in that same position until I hear a quiet knock on the bedroom door.


    My brain felt a little bit sluggish and it was taking me a little longer than necessary to blink my eyes


    open and make my mouth work the normal way it used to, before I interned in a low voice when the


    unknown person started to knock all over again.


    “Come in.” I utter in a voice that sounded really low and quiet to my own ears even.


    The door got pushed open after a few more seconds and I slowly blinked my eyes open, feeling like


    some part of my body was starting to go numb as my eyes settled on the small but wild frame of the


    house help, Sarah.


    She closed the door quietly behind her as she made her way into the bedroom and finally came to


    stand beside the bed and stand beside me.


    “Oh my, Luca… you look really awful.” She whispered as she slowly sank into a spot beside where I


    was currently lying in on the bed, and I couldn’t agree more even though I couldn’t see my face right


    now, I feel very much awful.


    “How are you feeling?” She asked and I forced my eyes open– a set of eyes which I didn’t realized had


    slid shu again, until this moment.


    “Like shit.” I croaked out and winced when my head started throbbing against the sides of my head


    again.


    “Have you had something to eat? If you have, then I’ll just go get you some drugs to make use of.”


    Sarah started to say again but I started to push myself up into a sitting position, my sore muscles,


    throbbing head and burning up head protesting all at once but I ignored everything and sat up, a small


    groan and huff slipping out of my lips.


    “No, I haven’t eaten anything yet.” I informed her and she started to speak again, obviously not


    understanding what I was trying to say.


    “Oh, you haven’t had dinner yet? Matilda is throwing something together and I can —”


    “I haven’t eaten yet today.” I cut into what Sarah had started to say again and stared at her as she


    blinked at me before her mouth fell open in shock.


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    “Why? I remember you ignoring your already prepared coffee and leaving the house on an empty


    stomach.” She cried out and I breathed out a loud, slow sigh without saying a thing, my head pounding


    in a really ufortable way.


    “I don’t want to eat anything tonight, just fetch me the damn drugs so I could make use of them and get


    some much needed sleep.” I said to her and watched as she started to shake her head in


    disagreement immediately.


    “That sounds like a huge disaster. I am sorry I won’t be able to give you some medicine tablets without


    you getting a little food into your stomach at least.” She paused and I scowled at her, wondering why


    she was going all mother hen mode on me all of a sudden and feeling a warm throb in a certain part of


    my chest.


    Not like I find it really endearing or anything.


    Because I didn’t.


    “I cannot stomach anything at the moment, it is going toe back out.” I argued, feeling like my head


    was getting stuffy and clouded along with the headache that was getting intense as each minute went


    by.


    “”You’re going to have to try, even if it’s only a little bit of food and lots of water.” She continued before


    standing on her feet and off the bed. I stared at her hand as it came forward, past my eyes which were


    starting to slide shut against my own will once again – to rest ever so lightly over my forehead.


    “You’re burning up, it seems like you’ve caught a fever, although I am notpletely sure about it yet.”


    She murmured as she pressed her palm more firmly against my forehead and moved it upwards until


    she was brushing the small curls at one edged side of my forehead and pushing it backwards.


    The whole feeling of her fingers touching my hair in wa way that was almost affectionate was making a


    weird feeling take ce in my stomach, a kind of feeling which was extremely foreign to me seeing as


    I’ve never felt that kind of feeling before.


    I moved my head sideways and she pulled her hand away from my forehead immediately, taking a step


    back and rubbing her palms together against themselves.


    “I am going to be back in a few minutes with the food and your medications.” She started to say and I


    nodded my head as I started to lie back down on the bed until her voice sounded in the room again,


    which made me force my eyes open to stare at her.


    “Don’t fall asleep on me, Mr Ri. I don’t know how I am going to wake you up or get you to eat your


    food and make use of your drugs with sleep clouding your eyes and head if you do fall asleep on me,”


    She started to say with a smallugh and I fought the urge to scowl at her, thest thing on my mind


    was to joke around and I was in a very sore mood, with most of what was happening around me.


    “I could get Sofia to help in getting you awake and getting you to eat, but—“ Sarah started to say again


    and I raised a hand up, not knowing where the strength to do that in such a quick second— hade


    from before I said slowly, my eyes which had slid close, slided open at that moment.


    “Don’t get Sofia, don’t tell her a thing about how I am fairing either… leave her to whatever it was that


    she was seeing on the television, in the sitting room tonight.”


    “Oh, alright.” Sarah replied immediately as she turned around and thankfully exited my bedroom this


    time, shutting the door quietly behind her.


    I sighed and moved my head a little in the bed, not wanting a sharp jolt of pain to flow through it


    unexpectedly.


    My phone started to ring but I ignored it, leaving it to ring and ring until it finally stopped ringing


    because I felt too weak to reach my hand out and check who it was that was calling, or to silence the


    phone at least.


    It started to ring again after a few minutes of blissful silence while I dragged in deep breaths of the cold


    air in the room, right before my phone started to ring once again, to my utmost displeasure.


    I lifted up a little from my position on the bed and stretched my hand out until I was touching the phone


    before moving it towards me with the tip of my fingers and finally being able to wrap my fingers around


    it– which I did, and the first thing I did was to press on the volume button on the side of the phone


    which automatically silenced the phone which was still ringing.


    A quick nce at the screen of the phone showed that it was James.


    A part of me wanted to ignore the call because I was honestly in such a shitty mood and felt too tired to


    even try to hold a steady conversation with someone at this very moment, but James had been trying


    to reach me since morning and I hadn’t replied to any of his texts.


    I was a hundred percent sure he was already starting to get worried at this point and would most


    definitely end uping here tonight if he still won’t be able to speak with me or hear anything from me


    tonight.


    With that, I blindly clicked on the ept button and ced the phone against my ear.


    “Hey, fucker.”