A Little Piece of Heaven
"I'm exhausted," Vyschella replied weakly.
Vyschella hoped that Kleiner would understand, though it seemed unlikely that he would allow her to rest.
'Apparently, the twins Cyra and Cia have completely opposite attitudes!' cried Kleiner in his mind.
Vyschella's two brown eyes were perfectly open, but she didn't have any strength against Kleiner.
"I don't want you to fall asleep before tonight's game is over, understand?"
"Yes," Vyschella whispered, lowering her head for a moment, averting her eyes downwards to avoid direct eye contact with Kleiner.
Vyschella stared blankly at Kleiner. Realizing this, Kleiner shouted, "Don't make that face when you're with me!"
Getting such a bluff just now, made Vyschella change her expression. She smiled forcefully as she wiped the tears that flowed from the corners of her eyes.
The master bedroom is spacious in a modern style with a creaky king-size bed. Kleiner and Vyschella's long night activities seemed endless. The twenty-seven-year-old man didn't seem to know the word satisfied.
"Cyra, you must obey all my orders and never think that you can escape from my grasp!" Dunno what Kleiner was thinking, he muttered non-stop.
After 30 long minutes, Kleiner finally stopped. He kissed Vyschella's forehead softly. He forgot or deliberately gave a thank you kiss to his wife, which of course made the woman misunderstand.
'Ughh? What did he just do? His behavior is always surprising me,' said Vyschella in her mind, she has no energy anymore. She looks exhausted.
***
Early in the morning, Kleiner had woken up from his slumber. He sucked on the cigarette that had been placed between his lips. While opening the window, he noticed his wife who was still closing her eyes tightly.
"Oscar, how's it going? Is there any progress?" Kleiner contacted the assistant to inquire about the progress of the search for Villearisaーhis fiancé, who ran away on their wedding day.
"Not yet, Sir," answered the assistant.
Hearing Oscar's answer, of course, made him disappointed. Because, after all, he felt cheated by the Demougust family.
"Fire people, who are incompetent at work!"
"Bーbut, Sir, they're senior detectives we've been working with for a long time," Oscar replied.
Oscar knew well that his master was disappointed and angry with the detective's slow performance. However, it takes more than 24 hours to find someone.
"Do you think that I care?" asked Kleiner harshly. "Send in the report now and recruit a new detective to find Cyra!"
"I see, Sir," Oscar replied.
Beep!
Kleiner hung up the phone and looked back at Vyschella.
"Stupid! They're all so stupid! Apparently, all this time I've been taking care of stupid people, it's only natural that they're incompetent at work!" cursed Kleiner. He stubbed out his cigarette and hurried to clean himself before leaving the room.
***
The sound of gurgling water from the bathroom woke Vyschella. She groaned as she rubbed her eyes. Her right hand groped the empty bed.
"Ughh? Where is he?" Slowly opening her eyes, Vyschella looked for her husband's whereabouts. "Oh, no! My body is warm," she said, putting her hand to her forehead.
Vyschella didn't notice that Kleiner had come and stood watching her.
"What is it?" Kleiner appeared suddenly by the bed and surprised his wife.
"Ough, nothing," answered Vyschella quickly, without hesitation. She hastily turned her gaze elsewhere.
"Go take a shower over there now!"
"Yes, of course," said Vyschella. She got out of bed, but her head felt dizzy. She put her feet on the cold floor slowly, but she failed and collapsed instantly.
Vyschella lost her balance and fell on the floor. Kleiner saw his wife fall right at his feet. His face turned bright red.
"You ...." Kleiner stifled his sentence. He picked up his wife and carried her back to the bed.
'Looks like she's sick!' thought Kleiner.
"Tーthank you," said Vyschella, looking at her husband's handsome face. Her heart trembled, but she tried to ignore it.
"As long as you're my wife, I don't condone such actions, get it?"
"Action like earlier? Like what?"
Vyschella didn't understand, why her husband became so mad with her?
"Falling down on the floor. Why are you so stupid? You don't even know what I'm saying!"
"I'm so sorry, Kley. I accidentally fell," said Vyschella defensively.
"Stop! I don't need any reason. Remember, I don't want your skin to be hurt at all!"
After saying things that he thought were absurd, he quickly straightened his clothes and left. Before Kleiner stepped out of the room, he briefly turned to Vyschella and said, "Stay there and don't go anywhere!"
Clack!
Kleiner slowly opened the bedroom door and then closed it again. He walked down the steps and the servants were already welcoming him at the bottom of the stairs.
"Good morning, Young Master," said Roselly, bowing.
"Ross, prepare chicken soup and provide fever-reducing medicine and then take it to my wife!"
"Yes, Young Master," said Roselly, nodding slowly.
Kleiner walked out to the main mansion, where he would have breakfast with his family. He walked on a path that was wet with dew.
"Good morning, Young Master," greeted several maids who passed him.
"Humph," Kleiner muttered without turning his head. He walked into the dining room where the family members were waiting to have breakfast together.
"Kley?" A woman around forty years old was surprised by Kleiner's arrival. Lorainne Scvillean Stonevrustarios or familiarly called Lora, Kleiner's mother.
"What's wrong, Mom?" asked Kleiner, reaching for a chair.
"Where's your wife?"
"Oh, she's in the room," Kleiner replied casually. He reached for the sandwich that had been placed on his plate.
"Why don't you take her to breakfast?" asked Ansell Reuel Stonevrustariosーthe father.
"No, she's exhausted to walk here."
"Ohh, did you guys do it all night?" asked Ansell again as he began to enjoy his breakfast.
"Dad, don't tease Kleiner! He'll be so embarrassed," Lorainne said as she handed her husband some strawberry juice.
"I really mind if you keep asking about her," Kleiner said.
"Ugh? What's wrong?" asked the voice of a woman, who had just come from behind Kleiner.