- 4.
Jessica barged in.
She carried a fruit basket and smiled at
Elijah.
“You’re really here.”
“Mr. Hayes, thank you for saving me.”
She set down the basket and produced a
black rosary.
“I found this on me after you saved me.”
Elijah gently took it, his expression tender.
“Are you okay?”
A sharp pain pierced my heart.
My existence felt absurd.
Once, I accidentally touched Elijah’s rosary,
and he threw me out.
He’d coldly said, “That’s not for you to touch.
Know your place.”
Yes, I knew my place.
I was nothing to him.
Jessica washed some strawberries and fed
them to Elijah.
く
He ate them.
He hated strawberries.
His first love had died while picking
strawberries.
Lying in bed, I felt a crushing weight in my
chest.
Soon, I’d lose all my emotions; I wouldn’t feel
this pain anymore.
“Mr. Hayes, who’s she?”
Jessica asked, looking at me.
Elijah hesitated, his gaze complex.
After a moment, he said, “She’s my
assistant.”
My assistant.
I clenched the sheets.
I’d been his caregiver for eight years.
An assistant.
I didn’t argue, just lay there.
