Serena pov

Yes, I said that I am leaving, and he terrifyingly yelled at me. But that didn't scare me at all. Because from the way he grabbed my wrist roughly, I felt how much he needed me.

From the way he stared at me, I felt how much he was trying to hide deep scars from his past.

His eyes were saying something else, not as his attitude. So as a result, I was happy, that's why I cried— for the first time in my life, I got the feeling of being in need, I felt that someone wanted me.

He inhaled and exhaled deeply while he's still staring at me intensely. He hollered at me, "stop crying!"

He groaned and then he grabbed the milk glass that was the only thing he didn't throw yet.

I stared at him confused, he gulped all the milk then said, annoyed, "now, don't cry."

I smiled at him weakly, but dammit I was so happy! I almost forgot that he yelled at me!

Yeah, innocent and naive feelings I knew. But commoners like me, only dream and hope. That's how I have lived most of my life.

I didn't dream of being wealthy, I didn't dream for a man who could protect me. I just dreamed of living normally as an average girl. Especially that my father got married after the death of my mother by days! He wanted sons! Males! For him, I was going to be useless.

And my father was nothing but a poor farmer, so I didn't hate him. I just blamed him silently for not loving me. I knew that my father didn't earn much because that small town belonged to Mr. Isaac Quinto's family for hundreds of years. And only about thirty percent or less belonged to another family. So, we were like slaves to these two families.

But from what I heard, the Quinto family were powerful but generous, and all the gossip said good things about the young master Mr. Isaac. But from what I have seen in a few hours working for him— that man has changed a lot after the war.

I knew I was too young, only 16 years old. And I had no experience in life, but my pure instinct and my heart told me to stay. And I did.

I stopped crying and mouthed to Mr. Isaac, "thank you."

He frowned and mumbled while walking away from us "whatever."

But hell dammit, I just followed him. I almost ran behind him because his steps were huge. He stopped by the stairs and glanced off his shoulders to me, "What are you doing?"

I shrugged and smiled only.

He frowned again and stomped to his room. I trailed him till he stopped by his door and stared at me, confused "why are you following me? Stop!"

I grinned widely and nodded. But once he shut down his door, I dared to open it. He was already taking off his clothes, and I guess he was spacing out thinking of something because he didn't notice me.

But I had seen a lot! Yes, his muscles broad back, that was filled with bruises and scars from the war.

I slowly on my tiptoes walked to him, while he was staring out of his window. And placed my hand gently moving over the scars.

He trembled and twirled his body all of a sudden, "what the hell are you doing?"

"I am sorry." That was all I could say at that moment. Because I really felt so sorry for him. He was still so young but looked so old. As if his heart wasn't inside his chest anymore. As if he wanted to cry like a baby but he couldn't anymore. He looked like a dead person to me.

I just wanted to hug him at that moment.

He cleared his throat without taking his eyes from mine, that was soon softened, "why are you saying sorry?"

I just wanted to divert the subject, or I would cry instantly "do you want me to prepare the bathtub for you?"

He held my hand and moved it to his chest, to where I saw a car that seemed like a bullet, "can you feel the bullet?"

I nervously trembled and repeated my words "please, you need a shower to relax your mind and—"

He leaned closer to my face, leaving no gap between us, I thought he was going to kiss me, but he all of a sudden pulled away and hollered "get the hell out of here! Stay away from me! I don't want any comfort. I don't need you either."

But I stood there and then raised my hand to his face, he moved his eyes with my hand. I gently rubbed his cheeks and smiled, "no, you just don't want to hurt me."

Dammit! I was falling for the monster!

He pulled me to his chest and smacked my lips by his mouth aggressively as if he didn't kiss any girl in his own life. It was more like eating my upper lips and forcing me by his tongue to give him entrance to invade my mouth.

I was trying to stop him. I tried to release my hand from his firm grip. But it was impossible not only because he was so stiff but because I soon melted between his arms. It was my first kiss, He was the first man ever! But he was my master.I didn't know why he did that, but I decided to not let my hopes get higher.

He pulled back after a couple of minutes then he licked the corner of his mouth "now go prepare the bathtub." he raised his brows, and his words were firm but filled with indescribable expressions.

I blinked confused, "what?"

He trailed his words and pushed me behind him, "prepare the shower because we are going to take a bath together. Me and you."

What the hell!