Love Is a Sweet Addiction

All the passion faded in an instant. Esther shook her head and answered very earnestly, “No, I have never seen you before.”

“No?” Terence asked.

“No, I think you’re thinking of someone else. The woman you have seen before is not me, but Miss Shirly.” Esther hardened her stance and spoke about “Miss Shirly”, so Terence was broad awake.

Terence was stunned. When looked down at Esther and noticed that she didn’t look well, he said softly, “Sorry.”This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Esther suppressed the discomfort, smiled at him, and said, “It’s nothing. Didn’t you say that everyone can keep a person that they don’t want to forget in mind this morning?”

A trace of uneasiness flashed across Terence’s eye because he did say that and he had warned her to keep that person in mind but she could give no sign of it.

However, Terence was the first to make the mistake in less than a day.

Terence turned over, lay on the bed in frustration, reached out, and pressed the button. The room was then shrouded in darkness.

Esther closed her eyes and finally revealed her true emotions.

She had forgotten James, but when would Terence be able to forget about Shirly?

It would be difficult because Terence hadn’t forgotten Shirly even after five years.

Although she felt uncomfortable and has been thinking about making love when sleeping in the same bed with Terence, Esther was relieved and soon fell asleep.

However, Esther forgot that the source of her fear came from the woman in the painting.

The last time when Esther slept here, she was awaked by the nightmare. And it was the same today. Even the dream was the same as the last time.

The woman was in white with long hair. Esther could only see half her face and found she looked like the woman in the painting. It was dark and strange around Esther. The woman was approaching Esther step by step, threatening to strangle Esther…

Esther screamed and suddenly sat up on the bed.

Terence was awakened by her. He then sat up and turned on the light. When he looked at her and noticed that she was covered in a cold sweat, he asked, “Do you have a nightmare?”

Esther swallowed hard and slowly turned to him. When noticing the look of concern on his face, she ran into his arms and then wrapped her arms around his waist.

Esther bit her lips and said in a hoarse voice, “Sorry to wake you up.”

“What did you dream of?” Terence asked and patted her back.

Esther raised her hand, slowly pointed in the direction of the study, and said in horror, “I dreamed of her. I have dreamed of her more than once. In the dream, she hates me and wants to strangle me.”

Terence looked at the study and said indifferently, “You’re thinking too much. Shirly is so kind that she can’t even bear to step on an ant.”

Esther didn’t understand why she had such a nightmare. After pondering for a moment, she softly said, “Is that so? Maybe it’s because she loves you so much that she doesn’t want to see us together.”

“Do you mean that she appeared in your dream to make a request?”

“Maybe.”

“Do you believe this?”

“I…” Esther was speechless. She didn’t believe it before, but she had to believe it after having been through everything these days. However, she didn’t dare to show her ignorance in front of Terence, because she was afraid that he would make fun of her.

“Alright, go back to sleep.” Terence pulled her back to the bed, turned off the light, and closed his eyes.

Esther did not get off of Terence but was still wrapped her arms around his waist because only then would she not be so afraid.

Terence did not push her away but let her stick with him like a koala.

However, because of such a posture, it seemed that he was destined to be sleepless after midnight.

When Esther woke up the next day, Terence was no longer on the bed.

Esther looked around and found that she was sleeping in Terence’s position on which he used to lie. It seemed that she had been holding Terence last night.

Thinking back to last night when she held Terence tightly after the nightmare, she unconsciously felt embarrassed and wondered what would Terence think.

Morning came. After the feeling of fear had disappeared, Esther was the mind to think about her gaffe last night. Although it was a little embarrassing, it was much better than the night before yesterday when she ran into the wrong room and hugged James.

“How can I suffer from such a terrible psychological illness?” Esther clawed at her hair crazily, pinched her cheeks, and thought that she could never think nonsense again!

After punishing herself, she got off the bed and casually made the bed. And then she picked up her pillow and walked to the door.

Just as she was about to open the door, she suddenly heard a noise from the study.

She was shocked, so she turned around and found Terence was sitting behind the desk and reading documents.

Was he there all along?

“Didn’t… you go out?” She hesitated and walked into the study.

Terence looked up at her messy hair and her cheeks that had turned red by her pinches and said indifferently, “Have you not only hallucinated but also abused yourself?”

This position right here he could see the position where she had just slept on, so he happened to see her self-destructive behavior.

Esther looked back and forth in the two directions and felt awkward. And then she shook her head and denied, “No, it’s just…”

She paused and did not continue.

“What?”

“It’s just that… I regret coming to disturb you. You won’t laugh at me, right?” To show that she was optimistic, she immediately explained, “I’ve never been like this before, and I’ve never had nightmares before. However, ever since I saw Miss Shirly’s painting last time, I’ve been having nightmares… Well… where’s the painting?”

As she spoke, she pointed at the “painting” behind him. However, when she raised her head, she discovered that the painting had somehow disappeared.

It was still here last night, but why did it disappear overnight?

Terence said without raising his head, “I put it away.”

“Why?” Esther asked. Why did he put the painting away? Didn’t he love Shirly very much and miss her very much? Wasn’t he unable to fall asleep unless he looked at the painting every night? How could he…?