Chapter 128 - One Hundred And Twenty-eight.

The haziness got more heavy causing her mind to haywire. She had no idea on what meant who.

"I think I might keep you drugged."

She didn't understand. Her eyebrow shot up in a silent 'What do you mean' or 'Whatever that meant' which Angelo found too cute to be true. She was usually a tightly wound up person and was always prim and proper but right now, she was cutely blinking up and asking questions.

"Hmm," she hummed not understanding what he had said. Everything went from one ear and out from the other. She was least bothered with whatever he was saying but she heard and replied as if she did.

"I like it" she whispered, "I like you touching me," she said to his running his finger on her cheek.

"I'm glad." He smiled but she didn't see. The haziness seemed too much and now she had just closed her eyes. Feeling his touch and listening to him was enough to feel a part of this conversation.

"I feel like minimising you in size." He mumbled.

"Yeah?" She mumbled, feeling sleepy.

"Yes," he confirmed. "That way I could always have you in my palm. Wherever I would go, you would follow. No questions asked." His voice lulled her into sleep more. How soft his voice is, how soothing it sounded. She just wanted to hear it forever.

"Hmmm,"

He took a seat on the stool given next to her bed. He left her face and started to play with her hair making her feel relaxed.

"I feel my eyes heavy.." she mumbled with her eyes barely open.

Smiling he engaged in the conversation, "Yeah?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "I feel...hungry too."

He huffed at that, "We must do something about that then. What do you want to eat?"

Images of food came to her mind. Her brain focused on getting something to eat and she immediately answered his question. "Something tasty." Her mouth watered a little. Hunger struck and roared in her stomach making its existence known.

Angelo knew she had not eaten and now the hunger pangs were coming in. They were making themselves known at present because her injuries were getting medical attention. She looked starved as well. Her body had used as much as it could to stay alive.

Angelo continued to stroke her hair, "I think you would like greasy Chinese. I have heard women love it. After that, it could be KFC or McDonald's, anything you like or want. I would have you to eat lots of sweet baked bread. Ask me why?" He knew that she merely awake because the supply of morphine had been reduced for today. 

So she was aware of what was happening but she would have no recollection of it after. This was their conversation. Something in between them.

"Why?" She mumbled, her eyes half opened and closed again.

"Because I would love to have you gain some weight. Sweets do the job just fine." He thought of something and then added it. "On second thoughts, I have no problems with you being overweight. You would look rather cute and chubby. Curves are always a turn on."

"Hmm," she contributed. "I'm sure." She murmured or so she thought. For Angelo, she was just whispering into the air.

"I want you so close to me that sometimes even I realise that I am obsessed with you and one thing I know for sure is that my obsession has no bounds." He sighed and pulled his hand away from her hair and took her hand in his. He held it tightly.

"When I think of this obsession, I think of you wanting to be obsessed with me as well." He placed a kiss on her hand, "I want you to love and become infatuated with me the same way that I am with you and somehow, I know that I have to make it happen. So, I will use all means necessary."

He used his other hand and continued to caress her hair again. She seemed to like it and he would make sure to remember that.

"Just the thought of you being in love with me make feel as if I am on fire. Something yells at me from the inside to make sure that you are mine and I am ready to go to any lengths possible for that." Possessiveness flashed as he admitted what he wanted. It was obvious that he was infatuated or obsessed with his wife and now, he wanted to make sure that she wanted him just as much.

How odd it was, he thought. Every time in the past when he thought of someone staying by his side, he thought of someone more demure, dependent and ignorant. Someone who would be fine sitting in a corner and with being ignored all day. But she was not that.

He had not wanted her to be that. He wanted that Alexis would challenge him and explore the strengths and opportunities her position had brought her but he also wanted something for himself in return for it.

Wasn't that the way the world worked? Give and take?

She was breathing peacefully, someone would assume that she was sleeping but he knew better. Her mind wanted to be awake. The traumatized part was seeking answers and was wide awake with jumbled thoughts.

She still looks beautiful even with her hair scattered on the bed and her skin pale white. She looked eternal. That's how beautiful his wife was.

She was just heavenly.

"You are so beautiful and you are not even aware of it," he whispered, finally speaking his mind knowing well that no one would hear them and she won't remember them when she woke up next. "I am blessed to be your husband so why is it that I can't be selfish and keep you with me?"

"I am blessed by the gods or the almighty or someone and too selfish to share you with anyone.." He bent down to kiss her forehead, "I am simply human to be selfish."