REVENGE WITH LOVE : CHAPTER 101 – 110
CHAPTER 107 – 110
GRUMPY PATIENT AND THE STUBBORN CARETAKERS.
During the following two weeks, Tesiera’s frustration grew day by day.
Her attempts to regain her normal routine were constantly thwarted. Clinton, Bose, and Kracus treated her like a fragile glass doll, especially Kracus. None of them allowed her to participate in her usual duties.
They had prohibited her from accompanying them on missions, removed her from the nightly guard rotation, and even barred her from participating in perimeter checks. Instead, they insisted that she stay in bed, take her prescribed medication or injections, and focus on rest.
Focus on rest? Yeah, right.
Not a chance in hell.
At first, Tesiera believed her stubbornness would prevail, but she quickly realized that the trio was more determined to frustrate her than she’d realized. She spent a week trying to do things her own way, but they always found ways to make sure nothing worked the way she wanted them, until she’d exhausted every strategy in her attempts to convince them to ease their restrictions.
She had even tried to persuade Clinton, thinking he might be the most open to negotiation since he was the most flexible among the three. For a brief moment, it seemed to work… until Clinton caught her working out in the gym.
He’d hoisted her onto his shoulders, causing her crutches to clatter to the ground, and carried her back to her room like a sack of potatoes.
Tesiera had been too stunned, her eyes locked on the man who had dared to lift her up so humiliatingly, paraded her around the house with her ass up in the air, and then, deposited her onto the bed of the room that had become her prison in recent days.
Once the initial shock had subsided, she’d sputtered with indignation and unleashed a tirade of curses at Clinton, who remained unapologetic.
“It’s for your own well-being,” Clinton had declared firmly, unmoved by her protests.
“This will help you find peace,” he’d added, activating soothing music with a wide grin. Then, he’d gone out of the door and locked it behind him.
This episode had made it abundantly clear that they were resolute in keeping her under their watchful eyes to make sure she’d never have a productive day. Tesiera had stewed in frustration for days.
As someone who was accustomed to maintaining her daily activities despite past injuries, this new experience had proven particularly challenging for her. Of course, she had stewed about it. But then, after days of being irritable, she eventually accepted defeat and decided to explore new hobbies.
She ventured into reading books and watching movies, even though she’d always found them boring and had no particular liking for them. Surprisingly, she discovered that novels, especially action and paranormal genres, could capture her interest. Movies, too, became less tedious when she shifted from the sugary romance films Clinton had always streamed for her, to horror movies. Oh, those horror movies are so damn trilling.
Tesiera also found meditation tolerable, as long as she steered clear of thoughts about Kracus, which only deepened her longing for him—a feeling she had gradually come to terms with.
Yet, no matter how downcast she had felt or whatever activity had occupied her, an undeniable spark of hope and excitement would kindle within her every evening because she was looking forward to Kracus’s return home.
Tesiera knew she was pathetic, but it no longer bothered her as it once did. It had been acceptable to feel this way, especially when it came to the doctor. After all, these emotions were deeply hidden inside her, unseen by the world.
Her relationship with Kracus had improved during those past few weeks. While they had avoided deep conversations and hadn’t discussed her torture or the Raymond James mission, they had engaged in more casual discussions about everyday matters.
Tesiera had often shared stories of her training days as a teenager, while he had reciprocated by describing his daily experiences. She had discovered her love for listening to him, cherishing the sound of his deep voice and his laughter.
Very pathetic, really. But, it’s okay.
As she recalled everything that happened in the past two weeks, Tesiera noticed a peculiar expression on Ashley’s face…she was one of the housekeepers who had been cleaning her room. That was when it’d dawned on her that she’d been smiling to herself.
Perhaps the woman might’ve thought she’d gone crazy, as that’ll be the only explanation why a woman who’d rarely smile at or with anyone, would suddenly be grinning to herself for no reason.
Tesiera quickly composed her expression and stared back at Ashley, meeting her gaze firmly. This had the desired effect as the woman’s eyes had widened, and she’d hurriedly resumed her cleaning.
However, her irrational smile returned as she drifted back into her thoughts while waiting for the pain relievers she had taken to kick in.
Nights were the best, but they hadn’t been initially. At first, she was furious with Kracus for taking her off her duties and assigning Bose and Clinton to her instead. He’d also denied her request for time off to heal properly in her own home since she’d been relieved of her duties. She hated doing nothing, being a burden to anyone…but apparently, Kracus didn’t give shit about that.
Tesiera remembered seething with anger and frustration towards the annoying doctor.
However, on the third day, the pain had become unbearable. Hopping on her crutches, she’d made her way to his bedroom and entered quietly, watching as he stirred.
She was accustomed to physical pain—even welcomed it to some extent, but when it reached such excruciating levels, it turned her irritable. That night had been excruciating, and she stood there like an angry avenging angel—an injured one—glaring at Kracus as he woke.
“Trouble sleeping?” He’d asked drowsily, his voice gentle.
She’d nodded.
“Does it hurt?” He’d inquired, his voice softer.
“Yes,” she’d hissed.
Without hesitation, Kracus had opened his arms to her.
She’d deflated like a balloon instantly, hopping over to him, dropping her crutches, and nestled into his embrace.
Kracus pulled her closer, kissed her neck, and whispered, “I’m sorry, sweetie.”
Tesiera’s smile widened a bit at the memory. His arms were like magic; they’d offered more comfort than any painkillers could ever provide. The pain was forgotten as she melted into him, sleeping peacefully.
Since that fateful night, she had consistently slept in his bed. Whatever this was that existed between them—whether it was friendship or something more—they never discussed it, a fact for which Tesiera was profoundly grateful. Delving into such a conversation would require her to confront and acknowledge the undeniable transformation she was undergoing.
For someone who only cared about herself for long long years, she now found herself consumed every second by thoughts, memories, and her deep connection with Kracus. Not just that, the doctor was rapidly becoming the center of her world.
It was scary. Utterly terrifying.
Hence, she was glad they never discussed it. It was more like an unspoken understanding they shared.
For someone who initiated physical closeness with people only when she wanted to fuck them, these past two weeks with Kracus had remained surprisingly non-sexual. It was astonishing how she found contentment in simply being in Kracus’s arms…how satisfying it was to simply go to sleep with his protective embrace around her.
“You’re pathetic, Tesiera,” she muttered to herself, shaking her head.
No matter how dreadful her day was—spent lying in bed and only following the medically recommended physical therapy, or how irritated she felt at Kracus for being the cause of that, that irritation always vanished whenever one of the houseworkers announced the doctor’s home every evening.
Now, as she stared at her injuries, she begrudgingly admitted that he was right; they were healing remarkably fast and well.
The long gash on her thigh was less red and no longer swollen, and the wound was starting to close. Her strained ankle was no longer swollen, and the pain of bearing weight on it had subsided.
The door opened, and another houseworker stuck her head in. “The doctor is back, ma’am Tesiera.”
Tesiera’s heart instantly lifted. She felt it racing, fluterring in her chest but she maintained a neutral expression as she nodded at the woman, watching her withdraw her head and close the door.
Suddenly, she had the urge to quickly hop into the shower and spritz some perfume just to smell good, to be at her best. But then she snorted and pursed her lips.
She had just done all of this less than two hours ago; what the hell was wrong with her?
She lay on the bed, her bandaged thighs and ankle resting on top of the covers, and practically counted the seconds in anticipation of Kracus’s arrival. Finally, the door swung open, and Kracus stepped into the room.
He was still in his work suit, looking exhausted, but his eyes lit up as he saw her. Tesiera knew he had come straight to her bedroom to check on her before going to his own room, as he always did when he returned from work.
Her eyes took in his appearance as he got closer and sat on the bed beside her. “How is our troublesome patient doing?” he asked in tired amusement.
At first, the word ‘patient’ used for her had irritated her, but she couldn’t pinpoint when she went from getting used to it to her heart fluttering whenever Kracus used it in that soft, concerned voice of his.
“I’m good, doc. How was your day?” He smelled like a hospital and himself, and it took all her willpower not to take a deep, obvious inhale. The man always smelled good; she wasn’t surprised that Bose noticed the way she was always sniffing around him like a dog.
“I’ll tell you all about it later. For now, I need to freshen up, eat dinner, and I’ll be back. I just wanted to check up on you. Have you eaten?”
“Yup,” the cook had delivered her food early because she needed it to take some of her meds. She had also made sure the cook prepared one of Kracus’s favorite dinners, homemade macaroni and cheese with a crispy breadcrumb topping. Not that she’d ever tell him she had anything to do with it.
“Good, I’ll be right back,” he said as he got up.
Damn, the doc was forgetting something. Something she’d been longing for, expecting the whole day. “Aren’t you forgetting something, doc?”
“Oh?” Kracus looked around, momentarily confused. “What is it?”
“You’re forgetting my hug,” she muttered begrudgingly. How could he even forget that?
She glared at him, “Give me my hug, doc.”
He moved forward, his gaze softening as he approached the bed and leaned forward. With a gentle smile, Kracus reached out and enfolded her in a warm and tender hug.
“I never forgot your hug, babe. I just wanted you to ask for it,” Kracus whispered softly against her hair.
Tesiera huffed in response, and she felt her resistance crumbling as she melted into him. She rested her head against his chest. The sound of his heartbeat was soothing, and she allowed it to wash over her, drowning out everything else. His arms felt so safe, and she nuzzled even closer against him, allowing herself to sink further into his comforting embrace.
Just then, the door swung open, and Clinton and Bose entered the room. Tesiera reluctantly pulled away from Kracus, allowing him to step back.
“How’s our favorite patient doing?” Clinton inquired with a broad smile as he stepped inside, and Bose closed the door behind them.
Tesiera shot him a withering glare, choosing to remain silent. Among them all, Clinton was the one who had caused her the most trouble, especially after the incident when he’d carried her like a sack of potatoes.
“Oh, someone’s the picture of cheerfulness, as always,” he quipped sarcastically, unfazed by her glare.
“Looks like someone’s in her usual splendid mood,” Bose added with a snort, an amused glint in his eyes. He crossed his arms and added, “That’s a sure sign she’s on the mend.”
Tesiera took a deep breath and relaxed her expression. Why did she even bother?
Most people would run in the opposite direction when she pinned them with her black scowl, but not these three men. In fact, they seemed to completely overlook it as if it didn’t exist.
Damn, she really missed her usual gym routine. Suddenly, Tesiera’s glare was directed to her own injuries, the reason she was in this mess.
Later that night, she waited patiently until she was certain everyone else was asleep. She had calculated it perfectly; Hensen was on duty for the all-night perimeter checks, and Clinton and Bose would be fast asleep. Kracus was either working or resting. It was the ideal time for her to carry out her plan.
With a small groan of discomfort as her injured leg protested the movement, she pulled herself up from the bed. She grabbed her crutches and made her way out of the room, silently closing the door behind her. Fortunately, her preferred gym in the house wasn’t too far from the bedroom where she had been placed since her injuries.
Entering the gym, she carefully leaned her crutches against the nearest wall before venturing deeper into the spacious, dark room. Putting weight on her injured leg was excruciating, but Tesiera gritted her teeth and soldiered on. The room was dark but she knew its layout well. She reached the wall and flicked the light switch.
However, the sight that met her eyes was far from what she had expected.
The gym was nearly empty, and her favorite gym equipments had been relocated.
Tesiera stood frozen for a moment. Her frustration swelled within her until it erupted.
“GODAMMIT, BOSE AND CLINTON!!!” she screamed inwardly, her chest heaving as she stood there fuming.
In her mind’s eyes, she got a clear image of her murdering them in their sleep. She imagined wrapping her hands around their neck and squeezing so hard until they wheeze—
“Whatever is the patient doing awake at this hour? Looking for something?” Bose’s voice abruptly shattered her thoughts.
She clenched her fists, unleashing a glare so cold it could freeze a person, all while maintaining a stony silence.
Bose merely snorted in response, appearing utterly unaffected. “Lost your way to the bathroom, perhaps? I doubt you intended to come to the gym,” he smiled, all teeth. “Or shall I go fetch the boss for you?”
Shit. “Fine, I’m leaving,” she grumbled as she retrieved her crutches and prepared to exit the room.
Bose followed her, unperturbed by her grumpiness. She turned and hissed at him, but the man didn’t budge.
Nothing is going her way at all. Absolutely nothing.
Tesiera had initially planned to sleep in Kracus’s room, but she was determined not to set foot in his bedroom now. There was no way in hell she’d allow Bose or Clinton to discover where she had been spending her nights.
Reluctantly, she went back to her assigned bedroom and quietly shut the door behind her.
Much later, long after the echoes of Bose’s footsteps had faded into silence, an irritable figure emerged from her room.
Hopping down the dimly lit hallway in the darkness, she made her way to Kracus’s room, determined to keep her nighttime excursions hidden from prying eyes.
REVENGE WITH LOVE : CHAPTER 101 – 110
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