Jeremy's foot shook as he stepped inside the massive gates of Roy's family villa. His eyes held utter disbelief at the palace like decorations that greeted him. The big chandelier hanging above the drawing hall, brightened the overall place.
To the left stood a medium sized Christmas tree surrounded by gift boxes and the dog that Jeremy saw earlier—c
"Why don't we know that you have an injury?!" Emiel raged, grabbing Roy and questioning hysterically.Alexander too joined Emiel while Ivoryina's eyes were turning teary.
Jeremy's eyes wandered to Roy's bed and stuck to it with fear.There was not a couch or anything like that around the vicinity and Jeremy panicked. Does that mean his decision to come to Roy was wrong? If not, where was he going to sleep? They won't sleep together in the same bed. Not after Jeremy saw how much of a clingy lover Roy was.
The morning breakfast at Blanche villa—the day after Christmas was the same as the dinner last night.Ivoryina had especially prepared a breakfast of creamy mashed potatoes, boiled peas, roasted asparagus and onion and also lastly, some grilled chicken.
Alexander called Jeremy to their open terrace on the second floor—after breakfast to chat.Of course Jeremy was tense but complied. Jeremy was shocked to see the open terrace. The most eye catching thing there was the sculpture of a maiden.
Roy didn't change after going inside his room. The season was cold and although Roy showered at least once every day for hygiene, during winter he didn't shower more than once.Wearing a new pair of clothes, Roy quickly called Jeremy. Jeremy's mood did improve on their way back but Roy was still worried.
Jeremy was busy folding his clothes when a call from Monroe came. He was immediately informed of Roy's sudden infection of the flu.The clothes from Jeremy's hand fell to his bed as soon as he heard about Roy's condition. Jeremy's heart dropped and uneasiness gripped his chest.
The next morning Roy again woke up before Jeremy and stared at the fellow, who was sleeping comfortably in his arms.Jeremy's long lashes fell gracefully on his cheeks, fair skin shining in the daylight and his warm breath hitting Roy's neck.
Ken took out all the dishes he had cooked for breakfast to the living room. Monroe followed behind him with an unbalanced mind.By the time they had come out, Roy was halfway done with his oats—while Jeremy occasionally fed him strawberries.