Elizabeth's concern for Dominic grows as she notices his weary state. Her voice carries a gentle tone as she asks, "Mr. Bradford, you don't seem so good. Are you feeling alright?" He offers a slight nod in response, acknowledging her observation.Aware that Dominic had risked himself by jumping into the pool to save her, Elizabeth feels a tinge of embarrassment. Wanting to shift the focus away from the intensity of the moment, she suggests, "Let me make a nourishing soup for you. It might help you feel better." Dominic doesn't utter a word but simply nods, accepting her offer.With a sense of purpose, Elizabeth swiftly makes her way to the kitchen, gathering the ingredients necessary to prepare a comforting and rejuvenating soup. As she focuses on the task at hand, her mind wanders briefly to the events of the previous night with Tristan, but she pushes those thoughts aside, determined to be present for Dominic in his time of need.After some time, she carefully carries a steaming b
Dominic Bradford, weakened by his fever, finds himself in his room, seeking rest. Throughout the night, Elizabeth diligently checks on him, ensuring his well-being. As morning arrives, Dominic's fever has subsided, and he awakens feeling refreshed.Making his way downstairs, Dominic enters the kitchen, where he discovers Elizabeth already preparing his breakfast. Her presence surprises him, and he can't help but appreciate her attentive nature. With a gentle smile, she greets him, her voice soft and warm."Ah, good morning, Mr. Bradford," Elizabeth says. "Your breakfast is just ready."Pausing for a moment, she continues, "Do you want me to serve you here or in your room?"Dominic considers her offer, appreciating the convenience of having his meal in the kitchen. He requests for her to serve him right there. Pulling out a chair linked to the kitchen counter, he settles himself and patiently awaits his meal.Elizabeth moves gracefully, bringing over a cup of black coffee and a plate
“It's not just about the smudges, Elizabeth. It's about the constant lack of attention to detail. It's becoming tiresome that you avoid me.” Tristan Winters is slightly annoyed when he speaks to the maid. Elizabeth's heart sinks as Tristan continues his tirade, his anger evident in every word he speaks. His attempt to justify his behavior only adds fuel to the fire, intensifying the fear and helplessness she experiences.Unable to muster the strength to confront him or defend herself, tears well up in the corners of Elizabeth's eyes. The emotional turmoil becomes too overwhelming to contain, and her trembling body betrays her inner turmoil. She shivers, both from the fear that courses through her and the emotional strain of the situation.Elizabeth, with tears streaming down her face, stands against the wall as Tristan, her boss, approaches her. He notices her tears and reaches out, gently lifting her chin to meet his gaze.He softly utters, “Wait, did I make you cry?” Unable to sp
The doorbell's unexpected ring startles Elizabeth, causing her to sit up abruptly and instinctively cover her chest with the duvet. She turns her gaze to Tristan, who remains calm and collected as he reassures her, "Relax."Her heart pounding, Elizabeth hastily climbs out of bed, her mind racing with worries. "Who is it?" she asks anxiously, her voice filled with apprehension. "Is it Mr. Bradford?"In her panicked state, Elizabeth's feet betray her, causing her to trip and fall to the floor. Before she can fully comprehend what has happened, Tristan is ready to reach out to help her up. However, in a moment of determination, she quickly regains her footing, brushing off his assistance."What if Mr. Bradford is back and he sees us together like this?" Elizabeth's face is etched with terror as she scans the room, searching for her scattered clothes. Her priority is to maintain the appearance of normalcy, to avoid any potential complications that their secret encounter may bring.As s
Fun. Pleasures. Forbidden Desires. As much as these words comes out to known adverse but the more sensual gratification and enjoyment does that feel to be. The texture of two bodies intertwining, the breaths high and the sweat building up on the foreheads.The amount of pleasure that a person give or take is nothing compared to anything else in the world. Two people embodied with lust, seduction and lost in feelings of pleasure. Elizabeth stands before Tristan, her eyes fixed upon him with a mix of admiration and desire. There is an undeniable allure to his dominant presence, a magnetic quality that draws her in. She finds herself captivated by the way he carries himself, exuding confidence and control.As Tristan takes command of the room, Elizabeth's heart races in anticipation of what is to come. She watches his every move, entranced by the way he effortlessly commands attention and respect. His dominant side is a source of fascination and intrigue, and she can't help but admir
“Yes sir,” Elizabeth's heart aches as she complies with Tristan's request, addressing him with the submissive honorific he has demanded. She walks to the kitchen, her steps heavy with a mixture of resignation and inner turmoil.As she arranges the glasses, her mind remains clouded with conflicting thoughts and emotions. The struggle to open the wine bottle becomes a metaphor for her own struggle within the tangled web of her desires and the dynamics of her relationship with Tristan.Her gaze involuntarily drifts towards Tristan, observing him as he sits closely with the other girls. The sight further intensifies her feelings of confusion and hurt. It's a painful reminder of the divide between them, the stark contrast between the private moments they shared and the public display of his attention toward others.A wave of vulnerability washes over Elizabeth as she stands there, silently witnessing the scene unfolding before her. It's as if her presence has been reduced to that of a
As Elizabeth awakens, a faint ache in her abdomen draws her attention. Her eyes flutter open, and she glances down to find a stain of blood on her once pristine white cotton sheets. A heavy sigh escapes her lips as the realization settles in—her menstruation has arrived.She shifts her gaze from the stained sheets to her own reflection in the mirror, meeting her weary eyes. It's a familiar sight, one that she has encountered countless times before. Yet, each time it serves as a reminder of the natural rhythm of her body, signaling the start of a new cycle.With a sigh, Elizabeth swings her legs over the side of the bed, her mind already calculating the adjustments she needs to make to her daily routine. She knows the discomfort and occasional cramps that may accompany this time, but she also acknowledges the resilience and strength that reside within her.She proceeds to the washroom, where she tends to her personal care. The running water provides a soothing backdrop as she washe
Elizabeth's heart sinks as she presents the cup of hot green tea to the woman, who swiftly takes it from her and brings it closer to Tristan's lips.“Come on, Tristan. Have this -”The scene unfolding before her eyes intensifies her feelings of jealousy and betrayal. As Tristan leans in, the woman feeds him the tea, and their actions grow more intimate.With a mixture of shock, hurt, and anger, Elizabeth watches as Tristan looks up at the woman and presses his lips against hers, engaging in a passionate kiss.The sight strikes a deep chord within Elizabeth, shattering her belief that she held a special place in Tristan's life.“What are you looking at? We do not need anything. Let us enjoy!&rdquo