Hate To Love You My Billionaire Lover

Arianna felt the breath leave her face and heard the footsteps moving away from her. Straining her heart, she mustered up the energy to open her eyes. She slowly turned her head to the side.

The sun was setting outside her window, and it was beginning to become dark in the room. Someone was sitting on the lounge beneath the window, stretching his arms and legs lazily.

She tried to open her mouth and speak, but only inaudible sounds came out. Finally, she stuttered, “Get me a glass of water, please.”

In the light of the dusk, Travis casually met her gaze. His expression was lost in the light, and Arianna could not tell whether he was surprised or mocking, but he slowly stood up.

The lamp above her head suddenly turned on, and her eyes burned under the light. She closed her eyelids. She heard his footsteps walking to her bedside and the sound of a cupboard opening. He placed an opened bottle of mineral water into her hand.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Her limbs were shaking, and she squeezed the bottle tightly. She didn’t know why her arm wouldn’t lift the bottle to her mouth like she was trying to do.

Then, a series of gear sounds came from under her feet. The bed under her torso gradually folded forward, pushing Arianna to sit in an upright position. It was Travis who clicked the buttons on the bed to help her.

Arianna did not say thank you but found it much easier to bring the bottle to her lips. She hadn’t eaten for many days and was surprised at her sudden bout of strength. She drank the whole bottle of water in one go.

The mineral water flowed softly down her throat. Her cells seemed to be activated immediately by the water. She looked around to figure out where she actually was.

The room had white ceilings and walls and white bedsheets and furniture. Even the liquid that was flowing from a bag through the needle in her arm was a milky white color. Apparently, that was the nutrient solution that kept her alive.

If it weren’t for Travis wearing a business suit instead of casual clothes, she would have thought they were at one of his new residences somewhere, not at the hospital.

His suit was dark gray, matched with a light gray dress shirt and a navy tie. His hair was neatly combed. He looked like an elegant gentleman who had just returned from a banquet. In Arianna’s memory, she only saw him in black, gray, white, and navy. So his appearance now was average for him.

Her eyes examined him for a long time before resting on his face. They looked at each other, neither of them showing any emotion.

Arianna opened her mouth first. After drinking the bottle of water, she did not struggle to speak. Instead, she clearly said, “Congratulations, I’m glad you always get what you want.”

Arianna’s mind was dizzy. She could not tell whether Travis smiled or not and heard him say, “Do you want to hear the truth? I’ve waited for so long, longer than half my lifetime. I’ve paid so much and have devoted myself to everything I’ve got. I thought I could enjoy the fun of taking revenge on an enemy. But I didn’t expect Mr. Sanchez to be so fragile. I’m almost wondering whether it’s even worthwhile.”

“I never take revenge, so I don’t understand how you feel,” Arianna said flatly. And this time, she finally saw it. He really was smiling. A faint smile flashed past his lips, looking like an evil lotus.

When he did not respond, she added, “You will be damned. You will learn that karma is a bitch.” But Arianna was weak, and the powerful tone she hoped would back up her words was not there.

Travis was quiet for a moment before pulling a chair over to her bedside. The shadow of his body towered over Arianna, covering the sunlight in her eyes. She quivered and worried that he would beat her, but he just slightly leaned towards her and whispered, “I’ve spoken to your grandfather. We’ve waited for more than a decade to see his demise. If you want to see my downfall, you need to be capable of surviving many more years.”

“Don’t you worry, I’ll be there!” She whispered.

Laughing out loud, Travis said, “You know, you’re a much better conversationalist when you’re not half dead.”

Arianna turned her face away from him. She wanted to tell him to fuck off, but her lady-like side stepped in and prevented her from doing so.

Travis seemed to be utterly oblivious to the ward’s ban on smoking. He lit a cigarette and brought it to his lips. The familiar smell of smoke quickly drifted past her nose.

When she turned back to stare at the cigarette between his fingers, he thoughtfully asked, “Do you want one too?”

She angrily turned her head away again. Perhaps she turned too hard or was being choked by the smoke, but she coughed heavily for several seconds.

Travis put out his cigarette and suddenly said, “Whether you believe it or not, it’s not me.”

“As in what?” Arianna watched him alertly.

“Everything.”

Although this dialogue sounded mysterious, Arianna fully understood.

“Yes or no, I don’t care.” Arianna paused for a moment and added, “Travis, you got what you wanted, even if it wasn’t as perfect as you expected. My grandfather and I have nothing to lose anymore, so please, just let us go.”

Travis laughed loudly, “All I’m saying is that I didn’t break the contract. How about you, Arianna? You might as well think with your beautiful little head. What are you going to do? Are you and your crazy grandfather going to beg on the streets? Or were you planning to hang yourself with a rope?”

“No matter what will happen to us, I’d prefer it to happen without you.”

All this speaking was exhausting, Arianna. She had to cough again after she finished. But she knew Travis could push her bottom line and drain her energy easily.

He was, in fact, enjoying her madness.

“I’m afraid it would cause you to believe in miracles if you got by peacefully. Did you think that all your problems would automatically disappear since your grandfather lost his sanity and you stayed in bed for a week? Unfortunately, the world isn’t peaceful just because you’ve been in a hospital for a few days.”