Sealed With The Sex Contract

Chapter 11: Going Crazy 

The car stopped in front of the villa.Paul hugged her out of the car and went into the bedroom.He put Donna on the bed carefully and tidied her somewhat messy hair, "We are home.

You are safe now: Donna grabbed his hand suddenly and looked at Paul blankly.

Then, tears flowed from the eyes.

"I...I caused my father's death..."

She stammered and trembled all over.

Paul hugged her, putting her face on his chest.

"Just cry.It will make you feel better."

Paul stroked Donna's back gently.

He was not good at comforting others, but did so instinctively, believing that this would relieve her of pressure.

"Donna, you can cry if you want."

His words seemed to give Donna a chance to release her emotions.

She grabbed Paul's shirt and cried loudly, "It's my fault.It was I who caused my father's death!"

That night, Donna kept repeating this.

Paul suppressed confusion in his mind and asked nothing, letting her rest on his chest..

"Donna, it's all over.’ God-knows-how-long, Donna's cries became quite gradually, and finally disappeared.

But her hand still held Paul's arm.

"Donni.’ Paul called her softly, but didn't hear a response.

He looked down and found that she fell asleep.

Her eyes and nose were very red, and she looked very pitiful.

Perhaps because of the sudden release of the emotions that had been accumulated in her heart for a long time, she fell asleep deeply.

Paul laid her flat on the bed carefully and covered her with a quilt.

He frowned tightly and sat next to her, looking at her haggard face.

As he looked at her quietly, he reached out his hand to wipe away the tears her face, with a little sadness in his eyes.

An idea occurred to her that he wanted to trap her in his sight so as not to make her sad again like today.

In a sound sleep, Donna kept dreaming that she was walking barefoot in a land of ice and snow.

And it snowed heavily, which made her feel a sense of despair.

She kept walking, but she failed to manage to get out of this cold despair.

She fell into snow, desperately thinking that she would freeze to death this time.

She was aware that it was just a dream, but she still couldn't help feeling desperate as the coldness felt so true.

"Donni.’ His warm voice blew through her face like a spring breeze.

At the same time, he held her up with his hands, pulled her into his warm embrace, and warmed her with his body temperature.

"I am always here."

She heard that it was Paul's voice.

Different from his indifference before, his current voice was so warm that she wanted to rely on him.

Looking at his face close to her, Donna stretched out her hand to try to touch his features, "Paul, is that you?"

"Why would his eyes turn so tender and protective?" She thought.

Paul grabbed her hand on his face and said in a somewhat irritated tone, "Of course.Who do you think am I?"

A voice with a hint of anger made Donna sober.

Her chaotic vision gradually became clear.

She looked at Paul blankly and murmured, "I'm dreaming.’ Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

"Dreaming about me?"

Paul was suddenly happy and smiled.

Seeing Donna's face suddenly blushing, he knew he was right, and said happily, "Linda made porridge for you.Get up and drink it.’ Donna supported herself up and leaned on the pillow.

After she glanced at the eight treasure congee on the bedside table, she shook her head and said, "I'm not hungry.’

She felt very full in her heart and her stomach was full, so she didn't want to eat anything.

"You have to eat something."

Paul handed the spoon full of porridge to Donna, "Drink it."

Usually, Donna would definitely drink it.

But at this moment, because she had just cried, she turned her head stubbornly, "You drink it."

"Are you sure?"

Paul looked at Donna while curling his lips, an inexplicable light flashing in his eyes.