A maid opened the door and brought a tray of warm food. She politely said, "Miss Han, your breakfast is ready. Please enjoy."
"Don't want to," Han Luo curtly replied. Her voice was cold and distant.
Everything was white. She stared at the scenery outside the window. White snow covered the trees and mountains. She was sitting on the windowsill and looking outside with a bored expression. She had no hunger. The smell of the food was making her irritated.
"But Miss Han, you didn't eat anything for seven days.. How can you live with only drinking water?" The maid was quite worried. She cared more about her job than this new mistress she was serving. If she couldn't make her new mistress eat the meal, she might lose this well-paid job. 'What did I ever do to deserve this?' she cursed her fate in her mind.
"…" Han Luo stayed silent.
The maid groaned inwardly. She knew once Han Luo said "no", there was no way that would turn into a "yes". She stated, "I'll leave the food here, Miss Han. Please eat when you feel like it. You can call for me anytime you want."
"…" Han Luo didn't even look at her.
The maid realized that she wouldn't respond. She silently left.
The door was closed from behind. Han Luo slowly turned to the table. There was a glass of warm milk, four slices of bread, two poached eggs, and three sausages. 'What a waste,' she thought. She sighed and looked outside the window.
It had been a week since she was brought to Siberia. She was kept in a huge mansion. When she woke up, she found herself in a fancy bedroom. Right after waking up, she searched the room to find a communication device. However, there wasn't any television or radio, let alone mobile, land phone and computer. Forget about communication, she couldn't even watch the news.
Since then, she shut herself in the so-called bedroom that was nothing but a prison.
She saw two guards guarding the main gate. 'It is impossible to go out,' she pondered. 'There are dogs too. They bark the moment they see me outside this house.'
She closed her eyes and Mo Yuan's face came to her vision. Her heart was wrenched in pain. 'Yuan, I miss you. Where are you? Are you safe?' Her fingers clenched her night garments tightly.
Bang!
At that moment, someone barged into the room. Gregory Frost strode inside and stopped in front of her. He was wearing a black overcoat and the same colored pants. His light blonde hair was covered with a black hat. It seemed that he just came back from somewhere. He cupped her jaw and forced her to look at him. His fingers were freezing cold. It turned her blood cold.
Even so, she wasn't scared. Her calm, bored eyes met his frosty gaze. Staring at her unyielding gaze, he narrowed his blue metallic eyes.
He coldly told her, "Why aren't you eating? If you plan to die before the wedding it won't work."
"Pedophile," Han Luo cursed him. Her calm eyes slowly filled with hatred.
He raised an eyebrow. He was only twenty seven years old, merely nine years older than her. How could that make him a pedophile? Hearing the word 'pedophile' from the woman he was going to marry didn't please him. "Are you trying to make me mad?"
Ha Luo didn't reply. Instead, she questioned him, "Is this how you treat someone who saves your life? You are disgusting."
"…" Gregory Frost stared at her. His eyes were cold.
Han Luo added, "I wish I could reverse time and never save you. This way you would die and never torment me like this. I wish you were dead!" It was the first time she ever wished for someone to die. The inner demon that she never knew existed, came out just like that.
"Torment?" Gregory Frost's thin lips raised with a rueful smile. "You have no idea how it feels to be tormented." He let her chin go and turned around.
Han Luo's heart shook in fear. Then, she thought, 'What can he do anyway? He already said he killed Yuan but I need to know if that's true.'
"Ahh! Master, please spare me!" a maid screamed.
Han Luo was startled. She saw Gregory Frost grabbing a maid's hair and pulled her to the bedroom. It was the same maid who always served her meals.
Gregory Frost mercilessly threw her on the floor and took out his revolver. "This maid has failed to finish her duty. I gave her seven days. I guess I was too merciful. But my bride wants to be tormented. I have to fulfill her wish, don't I?" He was ready to pull the trigger.
"Master, please spare me. I have a child!" The maid cried out. Her tearful eyes gazed at Frost and then Han Luo, pleading for mercy.
"Stop it!" Han Luo shouted as she couldn't take it anymore. She didn't want an innocent life to be lost due to her stubbornness.
Gregory Frost slowly looked at her. "Why should I? She failed at her job. She couldn't take care of her mistress. I don't need her."
Han Luo stood up and hurriedly said, "I need her. I'm hungry. I will eat." She didn't want to eat but she was being forced because of his threat.
Gregory Frost sat on the couch and aimed the revolver at the maid who was weeping and shivering.
Han Luo walked to the couch and sat across from him. She drank a glass of milk and then began to eat. After a week she was eating. The smell and taste of food made her hungry. Her mind was being forced and her body was craving for a meal, and at the same time, she recalled that she was eating the food of that person who supposedly killed Mo Yuan – she couldn't take it anymore. As a result, she threw up.
Gregory Frost frowned. "Bring a doctor!" he ordered.
"Yes," the maid ran out of the bedroom with her life. 'What will happen if something happens to Miss Han? Will I be killed? Who will take care of my son?"
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