Love Is a Sweet Addiction

She smiled embarrassingly, “I came to tell you that I really appreciated what you did this morning. If it wasn’t for you, maybe I am already….” She quickly bent over and tried to pick up her phone, but….

Terence was even quicker than her. He stepped on her phone and it was so firm that she had no way to take it back.

“Esther, I was in the room the whole time.” He said frivolously.

He had been in the room the whole time. How could this be possible? She didn’t see anyone in the bedroom.

A cool breeze blew through the window. She could smell fragrance from shower gel and the unique aura from him. She also saw his bare slender lower legs. Now she realized that he was in the bathroom.

“What kind of people taking bath without lights on?” She mumbled.

“What’s the problem with taking bath in the dark?”

“…”

“Last night you played tough and refused me. Today you throw yourself at me. You really are a handful, aren’t you?” He teased.

Esther blushed and quickly explained, “I didn’t come to you for that.”

“Then, why do you come to my room in the middle of the night?”

“I just…” She whispered, “I want to take a look at you.”

“Why do you want to do that?” He raised his eyebrows in the dark.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

“To know how you really look like.” Although this wasn’t a good reason but it was better than what he assumed.

“Do you really care how I look?”

Esther paused and said in hesitation, “I don’t really care about it, but I am just curious. They say that you are ugly, and I want to know if that is true.”

“They say that I’m ugly, sick, and not important in this family, right?”

Esther slowly stood up and kept her head down, “So, you know what they say about you.”

“Then why do you still marry me?”

“I … was forced to.” Esther realized that she shouldn’t have said that. She quickly explained, “Terence, I mean I was forced at the beginning, but then I was willing to marry you.”

“I know.”

“You know?” Esther now raised her head and stared at him in surprise.

It was dark, so she couldn’t see his face clearly and she still couldn’t tell how he looked.

“Have we met before?” She asked.

For some reasons, she felt his voice was familiar, but she couldn’t remember where she had heard of it.

That day, at the entrance of the hotel, she was busy quarreling with James and didn’t pay attention on Terence. During the way to the hospital, Terence almost didn’t say anything. And after he left the hospital, she almost forgot about this stranger who had helped her.

“What do you think?” Terence asked. He pulled her into his arms, and whispered next to her ear, “Maybe it’s because you miss James too much, and took me as him. Anyway, we are related, so we must be similar in some ways…”