Chapter 133 - 133 The Our Scene

The atmosphere between us awkward. I don't know how to describe this at all. But this very killing me.

"Erm. When did the last you have a drink?" I ask promptly.

Finally, but I've got to say something.

He sips his water and then slumps back on the couch, his abdominals looking sharper from his slight weight loss.

"Don't know. What day is it today?" He snaps.

"Saturday."

"What? Saturday?" he asks, obviously shocked.

"F.u.c.k!" He cursed.

Assuming this means he's lost a lot of time, but he can't have been in this penthouse for five days straight, just by drinking alone.

Surely he would be dead if we didn't find quickly.

And then the silences fall again and I find myself back on the chair opposite him, twiddling my thumbs and searching my brain for the right thing to say. I hate this. I wouldn't usually think twice about diving on him and throwing my arms around him, letting him smother me completely, but he's so delicate at the moment, which is crazy, considering his tall, if a bit leaner frame.

My strong rogue is reduced to a shaking mess. It's killing me. And on top of all that, I don't even know if he would want me to. I'm not sure I want to either. Feng Teng right now maybe not the same Feng Teng that I fell in love with.

Which Feng Teng is he right now actually?

He sits and fiddles with his glass thoughtfully, the familiar sight of the cogs turning is comforting, it's a little piece of him that I recognise, but I can't bear this silence.

"Hey, is there anything I can help?" I ask despairingly, while silently pleading for him to give me some reaction.

He sighs.

"Lots of things you can do. But I can't ask you to do any of them." He doesn't even look at me.

Suddenly, I want to scream at him, tell him what he had done to me. But by sat here looking at him, with all dishevelled and tracing the rim of his glass, is just reinforcing the sensible side of my brain's instinct to run away again.

"Do you want to take a shower?" I ask.

I can't sit in silence anymore. I'll tear my hair out soon if these silences keep going.

He leans forward and winces.

"Yeah," he murmurs.

Then he stands up, I watch him struggle to his feet, and I feel like a cold cow for not helping him, but I don't know if he wants me too, and I'm not sure that I can.

The atmosphere between us is so awkward.

As he stands, the blankets fall to his feet and he looks down at his half-n.a.k.e.d body.

"Shit!" he curses, reaching down to retrieve one of the blankets. He wraps it around his waist and turns towards me.

"I'm sorry," he says on a shrug.

Sorry?

Like I haven't seen it all before lots.

In his words, there is not a place on my body that hasn't had him in it, on it or over it.

My shoulders droop and I sigh as I start walking with him up the stairs to the master suite.

It takes a while and we're surrounded by an uncomfortable silence the whole way, but we make it, eventually. I don't know how much longer I can stay here.

This is a million miles away from what I'm used to with him.

"Would you like taking a bath, will be better?" I ask, walking ahead into the bathroom.

He looks exhausted after his trek up the stairs, so standing in the shower isn't going to be fun. A good muscle soaks in the bath will probably help.

He shrugs again.

"Maybe," He shrugs.

Okay, I'll run him a bath now, and then I'm leaving. But I can't do this. He is who I was beginning to think I knew, who I was desperately hoping I knew, but I'm got destroyed to discover that I don't know him at all, not even a little bit.

After this, I'll ring Assistant Yu to find what he would suggest.

I'm not at all out for this. He is inhibited, withdrawn and all of the hurtful things that he bellowed at me during our altercation are getting louder and clearer the longer this goes on.

Why did I get into that elevator anyway? Stupid!

I turn the giant tap on and run my hand under it until the temperature is right while trying my hardest not to think about tub talk and the fact that he is a self-proclaimed bath man now but only when I'm in there with him. I push the button for the plug and let the water run, knowing the giant thing will take an age to fill.

Then I turn and come face to face with the vanity unit. That is where we had our first s.e.x.u.a.l encounter. This bathroom is where we showered together, bathed together and had much steamy lovemaking sessions together. And it's also where I last saw him.

Enough!

I shake my thoughts away and busy myself finding some bath soak and generally pottering about, while Feng Teng stands propped up against the wall in silence.

As I knew it would, the bath takes forever to fill, and I begin to wish I had just shoved him in the shower.

Finally, it's full enough.

"Done," I say shortly then walking out of the bathroom.

Gosh! I've never felt compelled to escape his presence. I've stormed off in strops and evaded his touch for fear of losing my mind, but I've never really wanted to leave. 

Why, why this happen? I've got bewildered at the same time, I don't know how to say or approaching him. The atmosphere between us very weird and my heart has been missing him so much even my body. 

What should I do right now? 

Oh God, help me. I really don't know how to make myself more comfortable being with him here alone. And all the scene that has happened between us keep rewind on my mind.