"Okay, go ahead and change before you catch a cold," Mr. Stevens said.
"You, too, you need to eat and take the medicine!" Ryan stipulated, making the old man with curly grey hair roll his eyes. "Grandfather!" he snapped."Yeah, yeah, I will." Mr. Stevens disappeared slowly, holding his button that aided his limping caused by a minor stroke."What a stubborn old man," Ryan mumbled."I heard that!" Stevens grunted.Moments later, Ryan ventured back inside the guest's bedroom. He wanted to check on her before calling it a day. She was deeply lost in a slumber, her long, golden-brown hair tied up into a ponytail.A soft, stirred sigh escaped Ryan, wondering all over again on what she was possibly doing in that rain. He simply huffed, arms folded across his chest, not knowing what to reckon on the matter. It was strange.Sighing, he marched over and pulled the covers to her neck, his eyes taking in the proper sight of her. Well, she looked normal, he thought. And she was . . . pretty? He shrugged, for he'd seen way more pleasant women than she was.And suddenly the sound of a phone call buzzing shot his eyebrow up. It was coming from that lady's bag, he comprehended.Unhurriedly, Ryan grabbed the backpack and fished out the phone that was still in good shape, despite the odds. He checked the screen and it was someone named 'bestie'. He glowered a bit, before sliding the receiver."Finally you have decided to turn on your filthy phone, huh?" A female voice rose, making Ryan frown incredulously.He'd even moved the phone away from his ear so as to recover from the sharp voice of that bestie. Women! He smirked.Clearing his throat, Ryan started, "Um—""Hey, do you have any idea how worried we are? Where are you?" the lady kept shouting.Sighing, Ryan uttered, "I'm sorry, but the owner of this phone had a minor accident, so—""What? An accident?" she snapped."Well—""What happened? Is she okay?" she interrupted him, and he frowned hard.Damn it! Couldn't she let him finish? Ryan thought irritably."I'm not sure exactly," he articulated, annoyed, and explained how she'd found her."Long story short, your bestie is fine." He shook his head, exhausted."But hey, how can I trust you, huh?" she asked, irritating him further.Just how did he get himself into this? He nearly blurted out."Hellow?" she repeated."You have no other choice but to do it, that's all I can say," Ryan snorted. "Do you actually think I'd pick up your call if I had any intention of killing her?""Huh?""Yeah, or what else are you suggesting that I could possibly do to her?""Well . . ." She stammered, and within a second or two, another voice filled Ryan's ear."Excuse me." It was an old, male voice. Ryan's face twisted bemused as he made a small pace. "How is my Claire? Is she doing okay?""Yes, she will be fine when she wakes up in the morning," Ryan replied, trying hard to be polite."Thank you," the old man said. "Thank you very much for helping her.""No problem," Ryan retorted. "In case you're worried, I'm calling from Kerensky Stevens' residence," he said reassuringly."Oh, I know the place," the old man replied and they talked for a while until they hung up.Ryan placed the phone on the nightstand. A soft sigh escaped him as he contemplated the whole predicament. His gaze naturally found the sleeping beauty, making his lips part."Claire, huh?" Ryan muttered, his eyes watching the sleeping woman. "Interesting." His smile was sly.The storm had finally passed. A beautiful morning came. Colorful flowers made the garden alive as the shining sun rays penetrated the windows, brightening every corner of that huge classic mansion.Waking up with fatigue, Claire found herself in quite a strange place. Instinctively, her eyes faced the white ceiling above, the image coming out blurred, and her heart skipped a beat right away.Was she dead? What was this place? She asked herself, panic pooled in her face.The cemetery . . . Bruno . . . the rain . . . And . . . Oh, she was thirsty.Clearing her dry throat, while attempting to get up, the memory of last night came back so vividly. It was all clear, except the part of her being rescued. However, she could also remember the feeling of being held into some strong arms amid the rainfall."Oh God," she breathed, struggling to stand up from the bed."Take it easy, miss," a soft voce muttered, surprising Claire. A woman walked in, holding a stack of towels or something before putting it down. "How are you feeling? You were burning with fever a while ago, and I had to sponge you a little.""I'm fine, but my body aches all over." Claire was helped into a seat by the old lady. "What happened, and where am I?" she asked in a scratchy voice, looking around the Victorian style bedroom."You don't remember?" the old lady, who was the housekeeper, queried."Not much," said Claire."I think you had an accident and my boss helped you." The lady explained the situation, before introducing herself as Martha. "Here, drink this." She handed Claire a cup of ginger tea."Thank you, Martha," Claire said, smiling faintly. So they helped her? She muttered inside. "I'm sorry for the troubles I caused you all." She glanced at Martha apologetically."It's okay," Martha said softly, her smile warm. She was short and plump. "I've prepared you a warm bath and clothes; Mr. Stevens and his grandson are waiting downstairs."Mr. Stevens? Grandson? They were all confusing Claire but she chose to keep calm."Um, thank you," she murmured, taking a small sip of her tea."Well then, call me if you need anything," Martha said, and with a nod from Claire, she disappeared.Being left all alone now, Claire slowly abandoned the tea and paced towards the large window. She at least managed to smile at the sight of a green garden filled with flowers. However, the idea of meeting the Stevens made her a little nervous.After a warm bath Claire slipped into an old, lavender dress she found laid down on the bed for her. It looked okay, she thought; after all she had no other option. And besides, it wasn't such a discomfort considering the posh design of the dress that had remarkable sewing.The owner must've been fashionable.Twirling, Claire watched the swirling umbrella skirt of the dress that made her look younger. It was short and stylish, exposing most of her glorious skin, from the long resplendent legs to her arms that were partially covered by its little sleeves."Not bad," she murmured while brushing her hair.There was a knock at the door and Martha walked in upon Claire's assent. "It looks good on you. Are you ready?" she asked warmly with a small smile, relishing the sight of her."Mmm." Claire nodded. Somehow her heart was beating fast thinking of meeting the Stevens. She couldn't help the discomfiture of knowing next to nothing about these people.Well, they did save her life, and even s
Glancing up, Ryan was standing right beside her, his eyes focused on his phone, his frame blocking the sunlight."You startled me!" Claire said quietly and sat straight so as to catch a proper sight of him. "Suicide? You are crazy." She scowled."I am?" Ryan gazed at her fleetingly, a small and rare smile tugged on his lips. "So, what's your deal with the rain?" he asked casually, eyes back on the phone."Well, I was just—" Claire halted upon seeing his raised eyebrow towards her speech the second she'd opened her mouth. "I mean, it was just an accident.""Yes, reschedule the meeting and let Doris and Harry know about it." Ryan was already on the phone, making her scoff incredulously. What the fuck! She glowered at him. "I'll be there first thing tomorrow morning, so get all the papers ready." His tone was imperial."Yeah, yeah!" Claire muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes. Was it so hard to say 'excuse me, I'm taking the call?' What a jerk! She inwardly poured him all the dete
"Have you talked to any of the Stevens?" Gena asked Claire when she dropped by at her place.It's been a few days since their weekend trip."No, and I really don't wanna get entangled with that family, Gena. I've decided to forget it all," Claire said, her eyes busy on the phone as she was lying on her friend's bed.Gena's apartment was small, femininely furnished in purple and cream, a sleek modern touch of an interior designer graduate on its contents. She and Claire did the job."As you wish, ma'am!" Gena sighed, pushing herself towards the plush coach beside her bed. "Hey, why don't we go shopping? I think you need to stop thinking about the witch you call stepmom." She slumped down heavily, tugging her feet onto the couch."You're right." Claire loved shopping. Let it be grocery, shoes, clothes . . . as long as she'd get to stroll around the shops, seeing new arrivals, old displays, she'd automatically feel alive.It was her best hobby.The next stop was at the mall and both seem
She spent almost ten minutes wondering what she was going to do with all that money when her heart was all empty.The next day Claire dropped by the attorney's office for documentation. She had to protect herself from that vile woman and the first stage was notarizing everything as her father suggested through the letter. She just couldn't gather why he didn't suggest their family attorney.Maybe her father couldn't trust him at the last minute."Claire Levy?" A lovely woman in her mid-fifties regarded her as she walked in."Um, yes. I called yesterday and—" Claire paused, seeing a picture of her father, the attorney, and another man. She looked stoutly at her. "You . . . knew my father?" she asked, surprised at the time frame portrayed by the vintage color of the photo.They were in graduation gowns.The woman smiled. "Yes, Claire. Your father, my husband, and I were high school alumni. Oh, we were inseparable! They called us a notorious trio! Well, we came from the same village so .
Bruno was awestruck to see Claire. He couldn't hesitate swooping her for a tight hug, ignoring his staff and whoever was present in the restaurant. Moreover, some kind of respite was evident on his face upon beholding her healthy look, indicating safety."I was worried about you? Did you manage to get home without any trouble that day?" he asked, making Claire sigh at the memory. He frowned. "Why? Did something happen?" His voice was gentle and apprehensive."Well, it's a long story," Claire told him while taking a seat. "Are you going somewhere?" she asked, realizing that he was carrying a backpack as though ready for some trip."Um, not quite. I was about to go home when you arrived." Bruno slid the strap of his backpack off his shoulder."Oh, in that case, I can just drop some other time. I’ve come unannounced anyway," Claire said."Some other time, when? Don't be silly." Bruno took a seat, his grin impish. He was in khaki shorts and a white button-up shirt. Simple and handsome. "I
They wandered inside. The house was as beautiful as Claire remembered. Martha was the first person they came across, and she almost dropped the tray carrying a glass of juice."Yes, it's me, Nanny. I'm not dead yet," Bruno said, and the old lady casted the tray aside on the console table, her eyes wet. "Oh, not the tearworks, please." He pulled for a warm hug.Wow! What was happening? Claire was in the dark, standing at the corner. It seemed like they were dying to see Bruno, and yet he was so afraid to see them. What a mystery."Martha, when will I get that juice, woman? Is it arriving from America or something?" Mr. Steven's grumpy voice echoed, nearing them, and they all stayed attentive. "Can't you see this heat—" He was approaching slowly when his speech paused.His gaze held Bruno's, stupefied."Grandpa," Bruno breathed, tears brimming in his eyes.Claire's eyes shifted between the old man and his protégée grandson. Silence blanketed the atmosphere; a pin drop would make noise.
Just as Claire had anticipated, the job was finally hers. She started working for the construction company she'd once interned at. With that her life got somewhat busy and three weeks went by. All of her emotional baggage regarding her father was already water under the bridge.At least she hardly thought of the past since that trip, and it was good.Recalling that she'd missed a call from Bruno due to a tight headline, which had everyone in the office going nuts, Claire returned his call as soon as she arrived home. They were keeping in touch from time to time, apparently, and she was happy whenever they talked."Hi, beautiful," Bruno uttered sassily upon her simple hello."Hi, how are you?" Claire replied while dropping her bag on the bed, feeling beat."I'm good, I just miss you," he remarked coolly, his breath sound."Me, too." Claire flushed."Actually, I'll be over there tomorrow. Can we meet, just to see your face?" Bruno's voice was teasing as always, making her giggle like a
Once in privacy, Ryan returned his full attention back to Claire. "And you? How's work? You told me you got a job?" He placed his palms on the table, facing her."It's great," she prompted with a sigh, fixing her pose into more comfort. "I'm still learning. Well, I'm done doing what I truly love but . . . Maybe in time?" She wasn't as happy with the job.Ryan squinted his eyes, a little bemused. "Interior designing?" he quizzed and Claire affirmed."Yes, I want some field work. Not sitting in the office making tea and handling copies!" she lamented. "I mean, I'm an interior designer, right? Not a secretary."Ryan was looking intently at her, taking in all the complaints she had without feeling bored. He was in fact enjoying listening to her."That's how the large companies work," he seriously retorted, tapping his strong fingers on the table. "Unless, you can try small firms with little bureaucracy." He shrugged, the idea so not in his tasteful list."I know, but I need to learn some