Liam's POV.
It had been weeks since I spoke to Madeline, it was almost impossible to hold back but her cold demeanour and stares were enough for me to stay in line.
But every part of my body burned with the realisation that I always ended up hurting her no matter what the situation was. I had no idea why I was so angry at her casually interacting with Joyce, it's probably because I saw how much better she deserved.
She looked so relaxed with him, happy even, she deserved someone like that, someone cheerful with a clean reputation.
At first, it was unbearable to watch them laugh and bicker as they played, Joyce invited me to play as well but I was afraid I would dampen her good mood so I refused to play.
Today I walked out of the house as they began to play, it was our last day here and from tomorrow we would have to get back to college, things were probably going to worsen from now.
Staying physically close to each other we were not able to develop a good relationship, I didn't want to imagine what distance would do to us.
We would likely cross paths in college but it would be nothing like this, I won't be able to let my eyes linger on her.
I kept walking as memories of our hug rushed into my head, I craved it like a mad man, I could not touch her but I wanted to make her mine.
I shook off my head trying to erase all the possessive thoughts that were consuming me, she didn't even wish me a 'goodnight', she hated me and I was sure of it.
I had no right to be upset about it, I brought this upon myself.
A few days ago I saw Madeline trying to stretch her body because her waist and back probably hurt from sleeping on the sofa. The image of her curled up on the sofa flashed through my mind, I wished she would curl just like that in my arms.
For a fact I knew Madeline would refuse if I asked her to sleep on the bed so instead of forcing her, I dug up the medical cabinet and found a balm that soothes cramps and back pain.
When she was fast asleep I quietly placed it on the table nearby hoping that she would notice and thankfully she did, I was sure she used it as the balm's strong scent lingered whenever she walked nearby.
The sun was almost gone with only a slight tinge of orange in the sky, the same orange sky under which I had hugged Madeline when we got off the plane.
I sighed as I made my way back to the villa, I opened the door to find Joyce gone and Madeline messily arranging her clothes.
I almost chuckled as she folded her clothes in a weird manner trying to forcefully stuff it in, I'd like to help her but I was pretty sure she didn't want it.
I leaned against the door frame as I watched her trying to fold a t-shirt, muttering a curse under her breath she just shoved it in, as if the t-shirt had insulted her whole bloodline.
For a second I let myself enjoy how adorable she was before I bravely cleared my throat and asked, ''Want help with that?''
She seemed startled as she turned around to face me, the bun she tied slightly loosening, ''No, I am fine.''
She replied too quickly as if shooing me away.
''Did Joyce leave?'' I pried again.
I thought she wouldn't answer and just stay quiet as she had been doing for days but surprisingly she replied, ''Yeah, he said something about working on a new recipe,''
I nodded my head as I walked towards the bedroom but I paused as I heard her call my name, ''Liam,'' she called and I almost cursed because it had been days since I heard her say my name.
I walked back to where she was, she stared at me for a moment before looking away, ''Goodnight,'' she said.
And I couldn't help but pause as my brain circuited, after all these days of wishing she just wished me first.
Plus I had packing to do, and dinner to eat, wasn't it too early to say goodnight?
I mentally slapped myself for using my logic too much in a situation like this, ''Goodnight'' I muttered back and walked to my room.
Madeline's POV.
I scoffed as he left for his room, I should have just not answered him. Here I was taking a step forward and he just nonchalantly muttered a 'goodnight' and left, didn't he have anything else to say?
I continued shoving my clothes into the bag, I had no idea how Mrs Fernandes managed to pack all these neatly into my bag, back in my house, our housekeeper packed my bag and I didn't have much experience packing bags.
I was relieved that we were finally leaving here, I was excited to meet Evan and Victoria, there was something suspicious going on between them and I had to figure that out.
After an hour I finally managed to shove all my clothes into the bag making it look like a big round ball but who cares as I had finally managed to fit in all that I brought.
As I roamed around the hall checking if I had left out anything while packing my eyes fell on a cabinet, upon closer look my eyes shone, there was a bottle of red wine inside.
I turned 21, two months ago and it was my first time drinking, all the drinks tasted bitter and awful except red wine, which was super sweet, so I grabbed the wine.
My eyes gleamed at the elegant packaging as I opened it, the first time I drank Dad barely let me have a sip so this time I decided it was a good idea to finish the bottle.
I didn't even take a glass as I kept drinking from the bottle, the taste was so sweet and addictive that I couldn't stop, I kept going until the bottle was done.
My head suddenly felt dizzy as I placed the bottle on the counter with a 'thud'.
My vision was blurry as pieces of furniture floated in front of my eyes, ''Wow! The couch is flying! Am I going to sleep on the ceiling?!''
I giggled at the thought of sleeping on the ceiling, ''Would Liam also want to sleep on the ceiling?''
I thought out loud but I shuddered at that, he would probably throw me off the couch and occupy it all by himself, ''Selfish prick!''
As soon as I said that Liam's bedroom door opened and he looked at me as if he had seen a ghost, but I was not bad-looking was I?
I pouted as I moved forward, ''What you staring at Li Li?'' I asked giggling at his new surname.