I'm Sorry, I Love You Part 3

It's strange, I've been sitting while reading a book in this very uncomfortable situation, but no one has come to his office.

Could it be that he asked his employees not to come? Oh how could he be like that. That crazy psychopath couldn't possibly think of my feelings.

Oh my, I'm really uncomfortable wearing clothes like this. Why did he have to ask me to wear it? Can't he see that I've been restless because I'm not comfortable, also the temperature of the room that feels so cold that I could freeze to death. My skin felt like it was pulling from the cold.

I can't even focus on reading a book.

I glanced a little at him who was now busy staring at his computer screen, occasionally answering phone calls with a serious tone and faintly furrowed brows.

He is not only a crazy psychopath but also a working maniac. His whole life was completely dedicated to his work. Yes, otherwise he would not be able to maintain the position of President Director.

"Why do you keep looking at me?"

A deep voice snapped me out of my daydream. I hastily denied it. "Who would want to glance at you," I said.

I don't want to admit that I did glance at him. He can be stubborn and more arrogant.

"I had a question," I continued, a little nonchalantly.

"About what?"

I swallowed. "Why don't any of your employees come here just to report to you?"

I want to hear the answer. I want to know the reason behind it.

"Because I asked them not to come here. Do you think I really want them to see how you look now?" he replied casually but also emphasized the sentence a bit.

Hah? Did I hear wrong? Could it be that he actually cares about me?

No, no, no. That is not true. People like him unlikely to pay attention and care to me. It must be because I'm his hired hand, that he doesn't want others to see me like this.

"Go change your clothes. I'm sick of seeing it" he continued tall. Like angry.

I'm Wonder, can't he gently ask me to change clothes? Not with that high pitch and command.

But I won't argue with that. It's up to him, I'm tired asked him what he wanted. Was busy asking me to wear this, now even asking me to replace it.

"If you care, just tell the truth," I joked.

But unfortunately he didn't reply to my joke, just kept quiet and stared at the computer screen with focus.

"Tch, damn it," I mumbled softly.

I walked back to my room to change my clothes. Soon it will be lunch. I guess I'll just eat out of the office, and that's if he allows.

I quickly changed clothes, then put the maid clothes back into the box and I will put them in the closet. When I opened the wardrobe, I really was speechless.

Because in it there is a woman's underwear which is white with lace.

I can't think anymore. Did he also bring women into this room? Wait a minute but since when? Looking from the underwear it looks like it's still brand new.

So it's mean recently? Oh shit, why do I feel like he's playing behind my back. But, impossible. Because I have nothing to do with him, just a paid woman. So yes, it's fine if he brings another woman. I tried to stay self-aware.

But why does my chest feel tight?

I subconsciously took the underwear, then rubbed it slowly while thinking about this man.

I've been stuck living with him for the past 6 months. In the past 6 months, I have also been the outlet of his desires. Knowing that he was also with another woman somehow pissed me off a little.

I crumpled up the underwear, and when I saw the trash can, I threw it away. I really don't understand what I'm doing right now. But I didn't like the fact that he was also spending the night with another woman.

At least until this contract is over. Only 3 months left. 3 months is not a long time. He just held it for 3 months until he and I ended then he could be with the woman he wanted.

I also said that at the beginning of our contract.

Again, am I being selfish? Or what am I really feeling right now?

Is it the name called love? I would be crazy if I fell in love with him.

Ceklek. The sound of the door startled me again.

"Why does just changing clothes take so long?" he asked impatiently.

"Sorry," I stuttered. Oops what was I just thinking. It's impossible for me to fall in love with him.

"Come out," he begged coldly.

I nodded slightly and walked towards him out of the room. I hope he doesn't see the underwear I threw away.

"It's time for lunch. Don't think about having lunch outside, I don't allow it," he said nonchalantly while sitting at the guest table earlier.

I complained in my heart. This guy really had me under control 24 hours. Doesn't he tired all the time? I also need some fresh air. This is how I might die from stress.

"What are you waiting for? Why do you keep making me angry?" he snapped, gritting his teeth.

Good grief. I rubbed my chest, resigned. It's already so my food was yelled at like before.

I lazily walked over to the sofa and sat in front of him.

"Don't you know you're so temperamental?" I said carelessly then spooned the food into my mouth. But it seems I was wrong.

He smiled crookedly. A smile that doesn't know what it means.

"Are you trying to tell me about my condition?"

I laughed a little inside. Looks like I offended him too much. But I'm happy, let him know the feeling if I also suffer because of it.

"Maybe you need a doctor for your temper."

GUBRACK!!!!!!

The sound of the table banging made me jump in surprise, even making the spoon and fork fall to the floor.

I stared at him, his eyes blazing with anger, his brow furrowed sharply, and with lightning-fast movements. His hands cupped my face. Bringing both my eyes dissolved in his dark brown eyes which are now like burning fire.

"Say it one more time, I'll make you regret it for the rest of your life"

My body suddenly went limp, my muscles felt weak, so frightened by his eyes that pierced my heart.

I'm sure it's not just an ordinary threat,

I really have touched on it in such a sensitive place. The last 6 months I really feel that he is so temperamental, mood swings are so fast, sometimes cruel torturing me too. Is there anything like that for normal people? There isn't.

I've always suspected that he had some kind of PTSD, but he tried to contain it or hide it, and when I mentioned it he got angry, just like now.

I was so weak I couldn't even repay what he did to me. Because so scared.

"I don't need a doctor to know about my condition. You also have absolutely no right to interfere. Don't think, I did all this because I care about you so you give your sympathy to me. I don't need sympathy from you at all" he growled as he released his grip his hand on my face.

"One more thing. Are you thinking that you are so special because I treat you differently? You are wrong. You are no different from my other paid women" he said and quickly left the room.

I smiled sarcastically, suddenly tears were piling up again at the corners of my eyes. How come every sentence about a paid woman when it comes out of his lips can sound so hurtful. It was as if those words had been ingrained in me, as if I was that kind of woman. Is that how low he thinks of me? Is he actually making me realize that my position is only a lowly woman so it is impossible to expect anything more in his heart.

Or have I really fallen in love with him, because the pain I feel is so stifling in my chest.