Chapter 58 True and False

(Lena's POV)
Jamie and I waved palms and then went back to his previous room alone with his pillow in his arms.
I closed the door and for a moment, I found it hard not to be nervous.
"Rafael, Jamie is gone, do you want to go to your room?"
I looked over at Rafael, who was minding his own business and didn't seem to be in the mood to pay attention to me.
I sighed as the room was suddenly empty for a moment with one less person inside.
I looked at Rafael and my eyes rested on his face. I admit that he was indeed handsome, but even though Rafael looked young, he still gave off a mature look.
I stepped aside and then sat down on the couch, and because I was too bored, I started to remember everything that had happened from before until now.
Rafael would not have told me all this, and William must have hidden something from me.
I really couldn't find anyone I could trust completely, and at this time, a person suddenly appeared in my mind.
I remembered Ava's phone number and was confident in my memory, even though I only scanned it.
I didn't have time to be happy when I suddenly felt someone standing behind me. I was startled and turned my head to look behind me, and Raphael was standing there at some point.
"What's on your mind?"
"Nothing." I quickly shot back, my tone firm. I thought that with a quicker answer, Rafael wouldn't think much of it, but still, Rafael's eyes narrowed.
"Lena, I know you too well."
I don't take it well to be judged like that by someone I haven't known for very long.
However, even if Raphael had tried to get my trust from me, that would not have been possible.
I stood up, pushed Rafael out of my face, and walked to the bathroom off to the side.
"Raphael, since Jamie has already gone, I think that you should go back too."
I didn't hear Rafael's answer because I quickly went into the bathroom so I could avoid some arguments.
The hot water slid off my body and after the shower, I planned to put on my clothes, but this time, I realized that the robe was not mine.
I took the wrong one!
This is Raphael's dress.
Both my clothes and Raphael's clothes are white and can easily be taken wrong. Usually, I keep an eye on it, but this time I was in a hurry too. As a result, something like this happened.
I sighed, thinking that Raphael should have gone out, and simply put his clothes on my own body.
But when I pushed open the door, Rafael was surprisingly still sitting there.
He looked up at me.
"Why haven't you left yet?"
I instantly tensed up, and such a reaction seemed to start confusing Rafael as well. He looked up, but this time did not quickly withdraw his gaze.
Worried that he would find out about my wrong clothes, I said even more flustered, "Don't you look at me."
Rafael's eyes narrowed and he ran his fingers over his cheek before saying, "Lena, are you sure you want me to go out?"
"Of course, you'd better get out now, because I'm about to take a break."
However, Raphael stood straight up. She slowly approached me. This forced me to back up, and I didn't stop until I reached the wall and there was no way back. And Raphael was already standing in front of me.
"Then why are you wearing my clothes."
My eyes widened slightly as I looked at Rafael in front of me. Although it was an accident, when Raphael looked at me with that kind of gaze, I dared not to look at him more than a few times.
It wasn't awe, because I soon realized that I was being shy.
It shouldn't.
"I, I'm wearing the wrong clothes, Rafael, I've got the wrong clothes for you."
Rafael was still approaching me, and he blocked me in a corner, not giving me a chance to escape.
Then Rafael's head came down and he came up to my ear and whispered, "Lena, you can come out wrapped in a bath towel or something else instead of necessarily wearing my clothes."
I realized that Raphael was right.
My brow furrowed, things were starting to get a little out of hand. I reached out and tried to push Rafael away. However, Raphael's strength was so great that there was no way I could push him.
I looked up at Rafael, his hands were already touching my waist, and my body was surprisingly trembling along with it. I wanted to say something, but, Rafael kissed me straight up.
My breath began to catch and I leaned helplessly against the wall, but Rafael had no intention of releasing me.
His movements were rough, and to keep me from breaking free, he squeezed my chin tightly with his palm.
Rafael's strength was so strong, combined with this passionate kiss, that tears fell from my eyes. However, my heart was very conflicted.
I didn't have the idea of running away, it was only because Raphael's movements were too rough that I felt some discomfort.
Did I fall in love with him? Or did I believe it because Rafael kept saying I was his wife?
At this time, Rafael suddenly let go of me.
I gasped violently and looked over at Raphael.
His gaze was very firm, but, at this time, I suddenly felt terrible.
My memories all started to come alive, something was like being trapped and was about to break free, just short of the last chance.
I took a deep breath and tried to steady myself, but when I opened my mouth to speak, I realized that my voice turned out to be hoarse.
"Rafael, you let me out and I'll take my clothes off now."
I didn't expect that Rafael would let me go.
Rafael's voice was low, and even though his tone was calm, I sounded a little different.
"Okay, Lena, take your clothes off in front of me and I'll leave."
Without any reason, and I don't know what's wrong with me, I have the urge to cry again.
Reasonably, I would have felt angry and just left after Rafael said such excessive things to me.
But now, I feel as if I have no way to move at all. Raphael's words were like a knife that plunged hard into my heart.
I felt sad as if he had hurt me badly.
My tears eventually fell like beads.
After seeing me cry, there was a slight change in Raphael's demeanor. His gaze was no longer as cold and firm as it was before, or maybe I was wrong.
He came over and took me gently into his arms.
I didn't forgive him, even though he sounded self-conscious.
After I fell into that warm embrace, I continued to struggle, trying to escape him.
Rafael's strength was so great that he continued to hold me tightly and unaffected.
Then Rafael tenderly wiped my tears with his broad palms.
"I'm sorry, Lena, I was too impulsive earlier."
I shook my head, and to be honest, I didn't seem to blame Rafael.
There must be some other reason, I feel as if I haven't cried in a long time.
"Raphael, you did look like a jerk back there, you didn't treat me like that before, did you?"
Rafael was silent, he did not answer, still holding me tenderly.
I thought he was blaming himself and that's why he didn't continue to answer me.
Tonight, Rafael still didn't go out. We were both in the same room without Jamie, and with what had just happened, we both felt a little awkward.
Of course, I just felt a little embarrassed for Rafael because he didn't say a word to me after he let go of me.
I changed into my pajamas and returned the wrong clothes to Rafael.
After he came out of the bathroom, I was already lying on the bed.
"I'm sorry, Lena."
I looked over at Rafael, who looked guilty and all a little downcast.
I shook my head, "It's okay Rafael, maybe you have a cleanliness problem, I don't blame you now."
"I don't have a cleanliness problem."
"I know!"
I gave him a look, then sighed.
"Forget it, get an early night, Rafael, you must go to your room tomorrow."
I turned the lamp off, and, Raphael lay down beside me.
I don't know exactly when I fell asleep.
Lately, I seem to keep encountering everything in my dreams with people I don't know. These people exist for a while, but then quickly disappear from my dreams.
I took a few steps forward, and somehow Raphael managed to get to my side.
I wanted to talk to Rafael, but I was not able to make a sound. At this time, Raphael suddenly turned around, he held me down, and I saw that Raphael's face was all angry.
I felt scared and humiliated as he tried to remove my clothes.
No, no! This is not Raphael!
I just shouted, however, did not make any sound, because Raphael did not react, as if those screams could only be heard by myself.
I now finally understand what real roughness means.
There was nothing I could do to stop Rafael, who was desperately trying to humiliate me as if he were venting his anger.
He even took out a leather whip and started whipping on my body.
I've never seen such a Raphael.
I tried to break free and could only twist my body desperately, but there was no way for me to escape.
At this time, I think I suddenly heard someone calling my name.
This voice gradually became louder and clearer, and finally, I heard whose voice it was.
"Lena! Lena!"
My eyes snapped open and I gasped violently, my chest still heaving violently.
In the darkness, my vision gradually became clear, I finally saw Raphael in front of me, and then, I reached out and hugged him.