Chapter 267 Deep Affection, Shallow Fate
Later Elsa's fever reached a point where she couldn't distinguish between day and night.
Elsa even thought with some relief that at least in the detention center she didn't have to do labor reform every day like in prison. Otherwise, it would be even harder to endure.
This was the path she chose herself. Besides gritting her teeth and persevering, she had no choice.
In a daze, Elsa felt herself being embraced by a cool presence.
She couldn't open her eyes. Even though she had a fever, she could still tell who was holding her.
She must be dreaming. With Luke's temper, he probably wouldn't come.
In the dream, she didn't have to be responsible to him and didn't have to be forced to remarry. It was nice.
Elsa snuggled closer to the dream version of Luke, slipping her burning hand under his shirt to feel his coolness. Later, she even pressed her face against him.
Luke, both distressed and amused, lifted her face with his hand. "If you ask me to remarry, I'll take you out of here. You'll never have to suffer like this again."
He pecked her burning lips.
"Luke, you jerk," Elsa said unconsciously.
"Isn't it bad for you to go your own way?" Luke kissed her again.
He took her breath away, making her let out an uncomfortable whimper.
"Elsa, I'll ask you one more time. Will you remarry?" He mischievously pulled her away from him and asked again.
"No!" Elsa stubbornly said, then snuggled back.
She frowned and mumbled, "You're so annoying. Even in my dream you're forcing me to remarry."
He took care of Elsa in a private cell for a whole day and night and left only when dawn broke. Elsa's fever finally subsided.
Elsa only remembered dreaming of Luke carrying her out to a new room, a private, brand-new cell. When she woke up, her dream had come true.
"You just recovered from a cold. It's best to stay alone." The warden's reason was quite sufficient. She brought a pillow and replaced the old one.
"The previous pillow was used by another inmate and hasn't been washed," the warden explained unnecessarily when she saw Elsa looking at her.
"You guys are quite humanitarian," Elsa understood immediately and sarcastically remarked.
In her previous cell, the sheets and covers were stinky, but no one cared!
This cell had a window, the light was brighter, and the sheets and covers smelled of laundry detergent and sunshine. She opened the pillowcase and saw it was from the same brand as the latex mattress and pillows in Luke's villa.
She was even allowed to change into her own pajamas after a shower.
Washing away the dirt and grime of the past few days, Elsa dried her dripping hair. After a few days of sulking, Luke finally compromised.
However, this proved that she wasn't dreaming yesterday. Luke actually held her, unwashed and unkempt for days.
Sometimes, Luke was indeed good to her. Elsa could even feel that he still had feelings for her.
No matter what, it couldn't outweigh the fact that he wasn't there even once when she suffered many times.
Elsa remembered a theory that the right person always appeared at the most important eventful moments.
In her case with Luke, it was a typical case of deep affection but shallow fate. Fate had arranged other things to hold him back.
She lay on the familiar latex pillow, and her mind was filled with memories of her and Luke, including the day he cornered her in the visitation room and that kiss with a hint of smoke.
She still chose to go to jail, partly as a gamble.
Since Luke had the ability to get her out, considering everything she did to protect him, even if she refused to remarry him, he might not really abandon her.
Elsa tossed and turned all night, unable to come to a conclusion. She just hoped for a quick trial and prosecution.
The next morning, breakfast was toast and hot milk. Elsa felt a bit happy.
"Do you think it would be too much if I wanted coffee?" She tore off a piece of toast, ate it slowly, and casually asked the person delivering the meal.
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