Hate To Love You My Billionaire Lover

Various breeds of snakes popped into her head. Arianna opened her eyes and saw the darkness, but the illusion did not disappear. She slowly moved towards him, and the images of snakes slowly disappeared until she touched his skin.

“Everyone has a couple of fears. Have you always been afraid of them?” Travis added.

Arianna’s teeth were chattering from cold and anxiety. She fought hard to keep herself from hitting him to stop his talking.

“Of course, I’m afraid of them. But I’ve been afraid of so many things. You can always overcome fears in the end…. What are you afraid of?” Arianna was curious about him.

“Poverty, hunger, cold, discrimination, intimidation, and blood; but not snakes. My family raised some snakes when I was a child. You should get a pet snake to overcome your fear.” He chuckled in the darkness.

She felt bad for him when he listed his first few fears. Although they had nothing to do with him now, she knew that he had suffered through them once before.

Arianna didn’t respond to him. She was becoming sleepy, and she couldn’t keep her eyelids open any longer. After leaning on his chest, she gradually fell asleep.

*****

When Arianna woke up the next morning, Travis was still sleeping quietly. She carefully removed his hand from her chest, afraid that he would awake in a good mood and become horny again.

After taking a shower and brushing her hair, she found that Travis was still asleep, which was strange. The sun was shining through the gap in the curtain, brightening the room.

His lips looked redder than usual. She touched his forehead and found it was really hot. He looked strong and seldom got a cold, but perhaps the wound caused this fever.

Hopefully, the heat damages his head, Arianna cursed him in silence.

Nevertheless, she woke him up and put pajamas on him like he was a baby. She even wiped his face with a wet towel before asking Ryan to call for a doctor.C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

The doctor was the same one as the day before. He carefully opened the bandage on Travis’s arm and said, “Didn’t I tell you not to get water near the wound?”

Looking at Arianna, the doctor was indirectly blaming her. He probably wanted her to take responsibility for not taking good care of her master. The doctor, nurse, and the hotel concierge were both looking at Arianna shamefully as well.

She did not like to be stared at by people, especially when her face was riddled with pimples. She was annoyed by their scornful expressions.

Last night, she tried hard to prevent soaking the wound while helping him shower. She was sure not a single drop splashed in the area.

Travis finally helped her out. He said, “I was cold last night when I went to sleep, so I didn’t turn on the air conditioner. I probably sweated while I slept.”

Though it was questionable, the doctor accepted his explanation. He then inserted an IV into his arm and hung a bag of fluid. The doctor and nurse gave them instructions for further treatment, and the doctor wrote him a prescription for antibiotics.

The crowd of people left the room, leaving her alone with Travis. She figured none of them knew who she really was to him; otherwise, they would be concerned that she would take the opportunity to poison him.

Travis looked up at the bag hanging from the bedpost and said, “The last time I received an IV drip was in high school. How time flies.”

Arianna smiled and looked up at the bagged solution. She pictured snake venom dripping into his veins. At least she could take her revenge mentally this way.

Although he spared her from the calf, Arianna was not grateful. She was not a child who could easily forget pain for some sugar. She needed more than just mental infliction of pain.

She sat in the chair beside the bed, switching through the TV channels as her mind roamed to different dimensions. After two hours, the nurse returned to remove the IV, and she brought his prescribed antibiotics for him.

While the nurse was working, Arianna didn’t seem to notice her presence. She kept flipping through the channels. She didn’t understand the local language, and their English accent was just as incomprehensible.

Finally, she settled for a channel that was selling spices. She paid attention to the screen.

“Do you usually watch infomercials?” Travis broke the silence after the nurse left.

“I’m looking at the bottles,” Arianna replied honestly. She had no interest in the spices, but the bottles they came in were exquisitely painted.

“No wonder you always smell different. Do you collect perfume bottles?”

Arianna glanced at him but did not answer. He figured out her little secret so easily she hated it.

“The trick of the little girls,” Travis said contemptuously.

“Little girls don’t use perfume,” Arianna responded, and her eyes were still glued to the screen.

“Little girls don’t know much about perfume, so they spray anything on their bodies,” Travis said plainly. He seemed to be comparing her changing scents to a little girl’s lack of taste.

Arianna was quiet again. She changed the spice-selling channel to a noisy rock music channel with a poker face.

By early afternoon, Travis had fallen asleep. Arianna took the opportunity to go to another brighter room and do some yoga in the sunlight again. She had not been practicing yoga for very long, but it quickly became her new favorite thing to do.

It relaxed her both mentally and physically. But when she changed into her yoga clothes, she suddenly remembered when Travis told her she looked like a snake. She wore shiny grey leggings and a sports bra to match. Though she didn’t deny it, she immediately lost her desire.

That guy was a real prick. He knew how to ruin everything without even trying. Arianna prayed that his infection would worsen.

After all, Travis always seemed indestructible. Now that he was weak, Arianna hoped she could take the opportunity to have her revenge. But then again, she hesitated. He was injured because of her. Even if she was not grateful to him, she probably shouldn’t curse him.

In fact, she did not usually hate Travis that much. She preferred to bury him in the back of her brain and never think about him. Being indifferent was the best way to deal with a foe. She always knew that.

However, after being with Travis for a couple of days straight, she was reaching her limits. She had to refrain from exploding on the spot. Whenever she felt herself getting fired up, she focused on her breathing and tried to tune out the noise around her.

When Arianna was lying on the floor, enjoying the warmth of the sunlight, a gentle knock on the door interrupted her. It turned out that Travis was awake and wanted to go out. He required her company.