I woke up early, before Elena. She was still deep in sleep, her fever finally broken, looking peaceful. I watched her for a while, just observing. Then, needing to refresh myself, I took a shower and headed to the kitchen to start breakfast.
Suddenly, I heard a frantic rush, and Elena burst out of the bedroom, heading straight for the front door. I moved quickly, blocking her path, then guided her back into the bedroom. "Don't make me angry, Elena," I warned, trying to keep my voice calm. "I'm trying to be patient."
"Patient?!" she screamed, her voice raw with fury. "You forcibly married me yesterday, and now you tell me to be patient?!"
I twisted her arm behind her back, pulling her close against me. Staring directly into her eyes, I bit her lip, then pressed my nose against hers, whispering softly, "I haven't even done anything yet, and you're reacting like this. How will you react when I do?" I released her arm and ordered her to sit on the bed, my voice sharp with annoyance.
I brought the breakfast tray into the room, but she refused to eat. I placed the food on the table, then firmly grasped her hand. Forcing her to eat, I fed her myself, spoon by spoon. "I don't tolerate you fainting like those weak girls," I taunted, watching her face for a reaction. "I'm not your caretaker." I said this deliberately, wanting to sting her, to ignite her anger, hoping it would make her eat on time.