My Nightmare

Chapter 19

[A/N : Actually, I have planned the date to publish the last chapter. But... yeah, for this time only, I'll give Double Update for @jenlis_manobann & @asami27_1729]

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"Je... Jennie?" Lisander noticed it. As tears flowed down his shoulders. He moved and pulled himself out but did not lift me from his lap. He tried to push me over so he could see me, but I hugged his neck so he couldn't see me and shook my head and kept crying. He gave up and allowed me to cry on his shoulder. He was silent and only moved to reach for something next to him, which I later found out was his jacket. He draped his jacket over my bare shoulders from my back. Then his hands awkwardly hug my waist over his jacket, so he doesn't touch my naked body.

I cried silently for a few minutes, and when I started to calm down, I wiped my tears with the hand that was wrapped around his neck, and without looking at him, I pulled myself up and made his jacket fall on the floor. I immediately took my clothes and put them on. He then followed me after being silent for a while and picked up his scattered clothes. He was still buttoning his jeans when I took my bag and turned my back on him.

"I didn't bring a cheque. I'll pay when we meet again," I said hoarsely and walked towards his apartment door.

Before I could open the door, I felt his hand grip my wrist to stop me. He slowly turned my body, but I still didn't look at him. I felt weak and tired, so I didn't fight back.

"Talking is also included in my service," he said, which I thought would be flat. But he said it quite softly. "Tell me what makes you cry," he continued.

I slowly raised my face and stared at him. He looked at me gently, and worry appeared in his beautiful eyes. I was carried away by it.

"Come here," he pulled me slowly, and since I didn't show any resistance, he pulled me even steadily and pointed me onto the couch where we just had sex. I just realized he was still not wearing his t-shirt when he walked into the kitchen area, which is become one with the living area. I wonder, with the money he has, why he didn't buy a bigger apartment. And why is he alone? Are his parents out of town? But the name Manoban is not Korean. Could he be a foreigner? But his Korean is perfect, not like a foreigner at all.

He took a glass from the shelf and brewed something. He glanced at me, and I quickly turned to another place so he wouldn't see that I was staring at him. He can totally distract me from everything.

I just stared at my hand as he returned and placed a glass of tea on the table in front of me.

"Warm tea to calm you down," he said, and I just mumbled "thanks" before taking the tea glass and holding it. The warmth from the glass felt very pleasant in my hand. I took a small sip and immediately felt the warmth run down my throat and began to relax me.

Lisander didn't ask, didn't say anything. He just sitting next to me at a distance and waiting. The silence that was initially awkward slowly felt comfortable.

"I didn't force you. But I think it's good for you to bring out what makes you cry," he said. Finally breaking the silence. His voice is not as flat as last week but tends to be gentle and caring.