My CEO Boss Is A Masked Internet Sensation-Chapter 216: His Heart Won’t Ease

(Karsten)

Something was off with Arata. She was quieter, more distant. Even with everything going on, she would crack cynical jokes and throw sarcastic remarks, but for the last two days, she was awfully quiet.

Her food intake was minimal, too. At times, she scrunched her nose up when certain foods were served as if she didn’t like them.

She went out with Caysir, and every fibre in my body somehow screamed I needed to go with her.

Call it an intuition or maybe a sixth sense, but I was getting these signals that there was something very wrong with her.

Every second that she was gone felt like an hour, and my heart refused to calm down. Ma teased me that I was obsessing over Arata, but she didn’t understand what I was feeling.

That restlessness, that despair, the bleakness that had crawled into my heart, and to top all that off with guilt.

So much guilt I carried around, and I wasn’t sure how to live the rest of my life, knowing I purposely broke a loving heart.

She returned within an hour, but her body language screamed a brewing disaster.

Once she had gone to the room, I went outside and asked Caysir in urgency.

"Where did Arata go?"

He was cleaning the car. His hands halted, turning to me, he said.

"Pharmacy, Sir. And then we came back home."

Pharmacy? What did she need from there?

Was she sick?

"What did she buy?"

Caysir shook his head and answered.

"Miss Arata went inside alone, I remained outside. She said she needed some Calcium supplements."

She could have sent Caysir to get the Calcium supplements. Why did she need to go to the pharmacy herself?

With more questions than answers brimming into my brain, I decided to go and check up on her.

Entering the room, I found it empty. I moved closer to the bathroom door and heard her sobs from the other side.

My heart stopped in its tracks.

She was crying, most probably feeling alone and depressed because of my betrayal and not being able to visit her family.

The storm had just abated, or I would have sent her by now.

Making a mental note, I decided to speak to her about leaving the next day. She could take as long a vacation as she wished.

I just wanted her to be happy, for that sunshine smile to return to her face, which I had somehow snatched away.

I had to let her go; my existence was hurting her, and I couldn’t bear it anymore.

Her tears, her anguished sobs and cries.

This all needed to stop.

I impatiently waited for her to exit the bathroom.

Like being hung on a cross, every second was anguished, pained and jabbed at my heart.

Finally, the door opened and she emerged with a washed face, but the whites of her eyes were red and so was the tip of her nose.

Our gazes clashed, but she averted hers.

My emotions burst out like a caged bird as I couldn’t hold myself back and asked.

"What’s wrong?"

She ignored me, and I sensed she was trying to head towards the walk-in closet. Before she could reach there, I blocked her way.

Anger surged on her face as she shouted, "Get out of my way."

But I wasn’t going to let her cry, not today at least. If that was the last act of kindness, I was going to calm her down.

"Not until you tell me why you were crying inside the bathroom," I stubbornly asked, and her whole face contorted in unimaginable rage.

She yelled at me to her heart’s content, and I let her vent. She appeared so vulnerable and fragile in those moments, and I hated seeing her like that.

Once she was done, my arms automatically moved, and I hugged her, bringing her closer to my desperate chest.

My heart had been so empty without her, without her softness, without her scent, without her existence.

She jerked in my hold, beating my back with her fists.

"Nooo! Noooo!"

But I knew she was hurting, so I just held her.

Her tensed body soon relaxed and melded against mine. Her cries turned to sobs as she broke down in my arms, and I just held her close.

"Just calm down, please..."

Feeling every tear ripping away a part of my heart. Her soul-wrenching laments made me bleed.

How was I going to survive this heartbreak?

How was I going to live without her?

"I got you," I whispered, ensuring she was safe in my arms.

Her body felt too relaxed, and then her cries halted, and she went limp in my arms. If I hadn’t been holding her so tightly, she would have fallen.

"Arataaaa!" Her name came tumbling out of my lips as I separated her body from mine while keeping her secure in my arms.

With eyes closed, her head had tilted to the side. She had fainted.

Worriedly, I gathered her in my arms and carried her to the bed, laying her down while still holding her. The intensity of emotions she had felt seemed to have weighed her down.

Slowly, I shook her. "Arata! Please, open your eyes," I desperately called her out, and her eyes slowly opened, watery and anguished.

Relief swept through me as I held her, not wanting to let go.

She watched me in silence, but I knew a million thoughts must have been running through her brain at that moment.

Was it possible for her to ever forgive me?

We just stayed there, frozen in that torturously blissful moment where she didn’t push me away and I didn’t let her go.

"Do you abhor me this much?" She slowly asked as if she had lost a battle. Her eyes scanned my face.

"I can never abhor you, Arata. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met. Inside and out."

She simply snorted at my answer and turned her head, severing the connection our gazes had established.

"But that wasn’t enough for you, even my love wasn’t enough. You are a cruel man, Karsten." With these words, she rolled away from me and dragged the quilt over her head, hiding herself away.