Chapter 340 Say My Name
Sylvia awoke with her entire body aching, as though she’d been struck by a truck. The events of the previous night swirled back into her memory. Jarrod had been relentless, taking her over and over again,
As she slowly opened her eyes, she discovered the bed beside her was cold and empty, with no sign of Jarrod.
A stubborn stream of sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains, casting a faint glow on the cluttered bedside. The room remained eerily unchanged,
as familiar as it was when she last saw it.
Despite the twists and turns of life, she found herself back in this all too familiar space.
She raised her hands to her temples, massaging the aching as she tried to order her jumbled thoughts. Clutching the blanket around her tightly, she sought a shred of security within the confines of the small room.
At that moment, the bedroom door quietly opened. Jarrod entered, holding a plastic bag. Upon seeing Sylvia awake, he stopped, his face a canvas of mixed emotions-part guilt, part helplessness.
“Get up and take this,” he murmured, his voice raspy and low, dragging her back through the memories of the night before. He had been incessant, whispering repeatedly close to her ear, “Sylvia, do you recognize me? Say my name! Say it!”
He seemed fixated on hearing his name spoken by her throughout the night.
Sylvia looked up at him, puzzled. She didn’t go for the bag but instead asked softly, “What is it?”
Jarrod set the bag down on the nightstand and then turned to pour a glass of water. After placing the glass on the stand, he explained, “Medicine that you’ll need.”
“Medicine?” Sylvia echoed, skepticism clouding her eyes. She attempted to shift slightly and grimaced as a sharp pain surged through her lower body.
It was then that she realized the extent of her injuries. Her private area was swollen, perhaps even torn. Damn this man!
Embarrassment and fury coursed through Sylvia, but she felt powerless. She turned her head away, refusing to face him, her gesture one of unmistakable anger.
Jarrod’s expression darkened, his fists clenched as he struggled to contain
his emotions.
“I’m sorry. I lost control,” Jarrod confessed.
Upon receiving the apology, Sylvia’s emotions churned tumultuously. She hesitated, and then in a soft whisper said, “Jarrod, think of this as settling my debt to you. Now, we’re square.”
Jarrod’s gaze snapped to meet hers, misinterpreting her words as a final severance, a complete cutting off of their ties.
However, her next words took him by surprise. “From now on, let’s start anew. What do you think?”
Puzzled, Jarrod paused, pondering if he had misheard. It soon became clear to him that Sylvia genuinely proposed a fresh beginning. He tenderly took her hand, his grip firming gradually.
“Sometimes I just can’t tell if you’re lying to me again,” he confessed. “But regardless, Sylvia, you won’t be leaving my life this time!”
With that declaration, he rose. “Take the medicine. Call me if you need anything,” he instructed before exiting the bedroom.
Left alone, Sylvia gazed at the closed door, her mind swirling with she thought she had definitively ended things with Jarrod. Yet, fate had awkwardly reunited them. She was uncertain about how to face him and unclear about the future of their relationship.
tumultuous thoughts. There had been a time.
After some time, Sylvia took the medicine, washing it down with water. She then reclined, pulling the blanket over her head in an attempt to block out the overwhelming flood of thoughts and intense emotions that overwhelmed her like crashing waves.
