Chapter 161 You Disappoint Me
The more Elsa wanted to bail, the more she got all twisted up.
She was a pro at hiding her feels, so even with Max right there, he didn't catch on that something was off.
"Mrs. Taylor, chill out. Just say something nice to the boss," he sighed, trying to snap her out of her daze.
Luke was already losing it 'cause of Debbie. A few sweet words wouldn't fix squat.
Elsa was stuck and totally freaking out. She was bottling up her feels and was about to lose it.
"Mr. Thompson, could you help me grab the first aid kit?" Elsa asked, gesturing towards the kit that Lisa had used to patch up her leg but had left behind. Max, confused, handed it over.
Elsa's hands were cuffed, making it a pain to open the kit, so Max took it back, offering, "What do you need? I'll get it for you."
Elsa didn't argue and rattled off a few meds.
Max gave them to her in the doses she asked for. Just as he was about to get her some water, Elsa downed them without a word.
The last time Elsa's depression hit, she had hurt herself in her apartment. Max still got chills thinking about it. He recognized some of the meds.
Max found an excuse to bounce from Elsa's room and called Luke right away.
"Mr. Taylor, you gotta come back. Mrs. Taylor's depression is flaring up again. Can't you two just talk? Keeping her cuffed isn't helping!" Max had never talked to Luke like this before.
Luke's voice was cold. "Did Elsa ask you to plead for her?"
Max denied it, "No, I just saw Mrs. Taylor take a bunch of depression meds."
Max was Luke's right-hand man. Over the years, women trying to get close to Luke were always nice to Max, some even giving pricey gifts. But Max stayed neutral, never snitching to Luke about them.
That was why Luke trusted Max.
Yet he was unusually worried about Elsa.
"I don't know what Elsa did to make you care so much," Luke snorted. "The key's in the second drawer on the left in the study. Unlock her. Tell the bodyguards and gatekeepers that Elsa is still grounded and can't leave."
"Yes, Mr. Taylor!" Max sighed in relief.
'At least unlocking the cuffs is a start. Mrs. Taylor, this is all I can do for you,' Max thought.
The cuffs were off, but Elsa still couldn't leave.
After Max left, she changed into comfy PJs and sat on the bed, lost in thought.
She then inquired with Christian about the status of the construction site. He reassured her that all was well. Though somewhat relieved, she reminded him to stay alert and notify her of any developments.Christian was mature for his age, and Elsa trusted him.
That night, Elsa waited until midnight, but Luke still hadn't come back.
She called him, but Luke quickly hung up.
'Fine, Luke is still mad. I'll wait until he chills out to talk.' Elsa thought.
She hadn't eaten all day and didn't even know when she crashed.
For the first time, her dream wasn't about her mom or the Miller family but about Luke.
He was making love to her.
"I love you, Luke." In the dream, Elsa was enchanted, holding Luke's burning body and repeating it over and over.
"I don't love you, Elsa. You disappoint me."
When she woke up in the morning, it was no surprise that the other side of the bed was empty. Luke still hadn't come back.
What was surprising was the wet spot on her pillow. She had cried in her dream.
'How pathetic, Elsa. You messed up, and now you're feeling sorry for yourself.' Elsa thought.
She shook her head with a bitter smile before heading downstairs in her robe to grab a snack. Debbie was already seated on the living room sofa, sipping tea, indicating she had been there for some time.
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