Your Regrets Won't Bring Me Back - Chapter 116: Chapter 116
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"That's not true—we did give her meals!" Adaline protested.
Simon narrowed his dangerous black eyes. "She's clearly dehydrated. You dare call that feeding her?"
Adaline turned in panic to the servant. "You bring Miss Elena her food every day. Didn't you see her eat?"
The servant shook uncontrollably. "Second Miss brought it. She said she'd give the Eldest Miss her meals. I—I don't know what happened."
Annabelle's entire body jerked. Instinctively she looked up at Simon, and the murderous chill in his eyes made her legs go weak.
Understanding dawned on Simon, and his expression hardened, growing even darker.
Still cradling Elena, he stepped to Annabelle and, without mercy, drove his foot into her stomach. Annabelle screamed and crumpled to the floor.
"Annie! Annie! Are you all right?" Adaline wailed.
Hearing the sobbing behind him, Simon lowered his gaze to the unconscious, dehydrated woman in his arms, a glacial dread sliding through his heart.
It felt as though claws were raking across his chest.
In the past two-plus years, how much hurt had she shouldered?
Her parents' blatant favoritism must have cut deeper than a thousand blades.
Simon Whitmore lowered his head, gazing at her with a tenderness that melted every edge. "Don't be afraid," he whispered, "I'm taking you away—far away—and I won't let you come back here ever again."
He settled her in a quiet apartment he kept downtown, a place no one from the Bennett family would think to look.
Samuel Shaw arrived to give her a thorough examination.
"Nothing serious," Samuel reported. "She was starved for too long and went without water, so her body's mildly dehydrated. I'll run a nutrient IV; when she wakes, she can eat."
Simon inclined his head, his eyes glued to the woman on the bed, unwilling to blink as if a single flicker might lose her.
Samuel watched him, lips pressed tight, clearly wrestling with a question he didn't dare voice.
Simon spared him one glance. "Something else?"
Samuel finally swallowed the question. "No. I'll get out of your way."
When Elena Bennett finally opened her eyes, night had already swallowed the skyline.
She stared at the unfamiliar room, mind blank. "Where... am I?"
Simon helped her sit up. "A place I rented for you. Don't go back to the Bennett house."
Elena's eyes widened. "You—why are you here? Did you bring me out?"
"Yes. They locked you up three days and nights without food or water. You were dehydrated. Feeling any better now?"
Energy had returned to her voice. "I'm okay."
She studied him, confused. "How did you know I was locked away?"
"Your phone never left voicemail, you skipped work, and you disappeared. I knew something was wrong, so I drove straight to your family's place."
Remembering what she had endured there, storm clouds gathered in Simon's eyes.
"Stay here for now. The apartment belongs to a friend who just left the country. He's letting you have it for about $1000 a month."
"Really?" Elena looked around. The unit was at least 1,800 square feet; for a place this big, that rent was almost unbelievable.
Then she bit her lip, embarrassed. "I might not even have rent money at the moment. Could you give me a little time?"
"An empty place is lifeless. By living here you're doing him a favor. He'd probably thank you even if you never paid a dime."
Elena lowered her lashes in awkward gratitude. "I'm causing you trouble. Sorry."
Simon narrowed his dangerous black eyes. "She's clearly dehydrated. You dare call that feeding her?"
Adaline turned in panic to the servant. "You bring Miss Elena her food every day. Didn't you see her eat?"
The servant shook uncontrollably. "Second Miss brought it. She said she'd give the Eldest Miss her meals. I—I don't know what happened."
Annabelle's entire body jerked. Instinctively she looked up at Simon, and the murderous chill in his eyes made her legs go weak.
Understanding dawned on Simon, and his expression hardened, growing even darker.
Still cradling Elena, he stepped to Annabelle and, without mercy, drove his foot into her stomach. Annabelle screamed and crumpled to the floor.
"Annie! Annie! Are you all right?" Adaline wailed.
Hearing the sobbing behind him, Simon lowered his gaze to the unconscious, dehydrated woman in his arms, a glacial dread sliding through his heart.
It felt as though claws were raking across his chest.
In the past two-plus years, how much hurt had she shouldered?
Her parents' blatant favoritism must have cut deeper than a thousand blades.
Simon Whitmore lowered his head, gazing at her with a tenderness that melted every edge. "Don't be afraid," he whispered, "I'm taking you away—far away—and I won't let you come back here ever again."
He settled her in a quiet apartment he kept downtown, a place no one from the Bennett family would think to look.
Samuel Shaw arrived to give her a thorough examination.
"Nothing serious," Samuel reported. "She was starved for too long and went without water, so her body's mildly dehydrated. I'll run a nutrient IV; when she wakes, she can eat."
Simon inclined his head, his eyes glued to the woman on the bed, unwilling to blink as if a single flicker might lose her.
Samuel watched him, lips pressed tight, clearly wrestling with a question he didn't dare voice.
Simon spared him one glance. "Something else?"
Samuel finally swallowed the question. "No. I'll get out of your way."
When Elena Bennett finally opened her eyes, night had already swallowed the skyline.
She stared at the unfamiliar room, mind blank. "Where... am I?"
Simon helped her sit up. "A place I rented for you. Don't go back to the Bennett house."
Elena's eyes widened. "You—why are you here? Did you bring me out?"
"Yes. They locked you up three days and nights without food or water. You were dehydrated. Feeling any better now?"
Energy had returned to her voice. "I'm okay."
She studied him, confused. "How did you know I was locked away?"
"Your phone never left voicemail, you skipped work, and you disappeared. I knew something was wrong, so I drove straight to your family's place."
Remembering what she had endured there, storm clouds gathered in Simon's eyes.
"Stay here for now. The apartment belongs to a friend who just left the country. He's letting you have it for about $1000 a month."
"Really?" Elena looked around. The unit was at least 1,800 square feet; for a place this big, that rent was almost unbelievable.
Then she bit her lip, embarrassed. "I might not even have rent money at the moment. Could you give me a little time?"
"An empty place is lifeless. By living here you're doing him a favor. He'd probably thank you even if you never paid a dime."
Elena lowered her lashes in awkward gratitude. "I'm causing you trouble. Sorry."
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