292 A Thief Who Stole Time

"Lei Xinyi," He tested her name as an individual syllable on his tongue than narrowed his eyes at the eaten breakfast plates that were served on the table in thought then looked up the woman staring at him quizzically before her eyes flickered to his naked torso and jumped back up at lightning speed. 

The only precursor of her modesty-crime was her blood-rush painting her pale skin reds. He raised a brow but didn't comment at her fleeting occasional eye-r*ping and f*ck-me eyes she seemed to be giving him nowadays.

He just shrugged them off and returned the favor by ogling her. 

No offense but he was a hot-blooded male in his prime, locked up in a house in the middle of the forest with an appealing sexy babe who had no underwear or bra and wore his shirts with nothing underneath. Vanity leads to Indulgent, Okay!

Often during the day, he would be sporting a large bulge which he did no decency of hiding, and her skin would flush by the earlier signs of arousal but that was the end of their intimacy.

She was in love with another guy and he didn't want a treacherous b*tch in his bed.

Clearing her throat she bit her lip, "What about her?" Though her tone was neutral, she held bundles of stalled emotions piled up about the owner of the name.

He stared at the woman wearing his T-shirt and strolling around the kitchen like she knew what she was doing. When in fact she was filling bottles and watering the indoor plants. Few days with him,  she had learnt a good deal of things, from cleaning to mending but you could say she was still in her probation period with her skills.

Most wouldn't believe the sight of the stuck-up, arrogant Queen Socialite doing these chores.

Yu Wang read her like the back of his hand. No,  she wasn't a buffet served after a mass,  in fact far from it. She was scheming, crafty, and sketchy to her toe bones. The only thing about her that got close to her sexiness was her nastiness to hold a grudge.

He gave a smirk that delivered all his deride to her and leaned back in the wooden chair he had primed and furnished with his own hands, "How to say this?" He mused while staring at the ceiling.

Su Qianwei was growing impatient and the insensate, heartless man was enjoying it but she didn't want to look desperate. She just had her broken heart handed to her not too long ago by the man who was pinning for the very woman. Her name always brewed like acid in her ear.

Like a thorny vine, the woman clipped every single pore in her body. Limb by limb, she had torn everything of significance to her, way from her, first her little sister and now Li Yuan. 

She despised her, she envied her but she couldn't retaliate. Su Qing dedicated herself to Lei Xinyi and Li Yuan was the one who fell head over heels for her, like always! She didn't even have to try and they were buzzing around her like a moth to a flame.

She had worshipped the very ground he stepped on, met all the prerequisite of their society to stand proudly beside him one day. But what did it take for her to rival all her life? Month!!

She had him besotted to her like a lovesick puppy in months!

Yu Wang took a look at her and saw the bare emotions flashing in her eyes like scars and wounds that were exposed to heat, burning and scorching. His grin widened at the raw vulnerability and ache on the face of the cold-hearted woman's face.

Drumming his fingers on the table,  he mused out loud,  "Well,  let's see… Lei Xinyi, who is supposed to have now resorted to rotten flesh and cold ashes is flaunting your crush's money in the city."

Her heartfelt a gusty blow and spiked its rate of thudding, seeming ready to abandon her. She gripped the counter for support as her face lost its glow and eyes mislaid their shine.

She closed her eyes and took deep breaths to calm herself as the suffocation began.

'It's Okay! It was bound to happen. She was alright. Everything will be fine.

It's Okay! It was bound to happen. She was alright. Everything will be fine.'

Like a mantra, she repeated it over and over to calm her erratic heart and wheezing breaths. She couldn't have another panic. She wasn't weak. She was fine. All of this was fine.

But despite it, all her face streaked down drop after drop as a testament to her Achilles' heel, her loss, and her purposeless hollow life. Breathing turned hard as she gripped her chest that was aching like it was going to burst.

She wanted to numb it all. This pain had to stop! She needed to numb it all but she had nothing to subside the ache tearing her apart. 

Yu Wang who was just looking for a little hilarity got shocked to his bones and at once leaped to his feet and was beside her.

He gripped her by her arms and made her turned to him, wetting her burning face with cold water from the sink to calm her, "Shh… Babes, here, look at me here. Breathe with me. In and out. In and out."

She followed his lead and slumped against his bare muscled chest as she cried silent tears. He held her close and murmured sweet nothings to her as she wept her emotions.

He kissed her forehead as her hold on him tightened. Pity wasn't something you could extort from a man with a miserable life like him but he felt appalling for the young woman in his arms.

She was in a cruel love cycle where she was the unfortunate third wheel.

Even as he felt bad for her, he didn't regret telling her all of this. They couldn't stay here forever as his brother was pestering him non-stop to come back and it wouldn't be long before he will pilot his dogs to bite him and Su Qianwei couldn't survive a day without him here, in the middle of a forest, in a wooden cabin.

Anyway, this coming as a shock to her in public could be dangerous but if she knew it already she will have enough time to process and embrace it all before she had to face it.

Once she was calm he seated her on the wooden chair and brought a water glass from sink.

She took the glass from him still staring at the laminate floor. Her eyes were swollen yet glassy and her whole pale face was red.

With anyone else, she would have been embarrassed by her image but this man had seen her with worse. She wasn't an addict yet but her craving would usually surface and she would thrash and wail as he would hold her through her suffering. Past few days she had cried in his arms more times than she can count that it was becoming more comforting than embarrassing.

He took a seat beside her and she spoke in a monotonously whisper, "How do you know?"