“Mrs. Sullivan,” “Doctor, Is he okay? Can we see him right now?” She asked the question quickly while standing in front of the doctor impatiently.Ever since they arrived at the hospital, none of them were granted an audience to see him. Although the doctor had told them the injury was severe, he assured them he would be fine. Charlene had called Bryant and informed him about the situation, he assured her he would be there soon. Jeremy wouldn't stop cursing, blaming themselves for what transpired between him and their friend. “He's going to be alright. You need to calm down, Mrs. Sullivan.” No argument from her when addressing her as Mrs. Sullivan, it wasn't the right time for correction. After announcing his condition since Charlene was the only close relative around, the doctor left afterward.Charlene restlessly paced around the ER area, glancing at the door that led to the ER room with deep concern embedded in her eyes. “Charlene, you should come and sit here,” Jeremy uttered
She was set to leave for work. She had about thirty minutes before leaving. Then she remembered Richard, she sighed softly before handling the doorknob, she twisted it and the door unlocked. She sauntered casually inside. The room was hushed as grave, she strolled to the bedroom to check on him.He seemed to have sensed her presence immediately when she was inside, he pivoted and smiled lightly when he saw her. Supposedly, he should have frowned for what she did last night but he didn't, not because he didn't want to but because he couldn't after seeing her.“Good morning.” “Good morning, Charlene.” Siitting in his wheelchair, he greeted warmly.As she glanced over the bed, she was remorseful with the thought that he didn't get a wink of sleep last night since she left when he annoyed her and there was no one to help him, he couldn't even eat on his own let alone get himself to the bed. She walked over, the tray was as she left it so his medicines. “Did you sleep at all?” He didn'
“Are you heading out?” Richard spoke from behind. Hearing his voice she was literally startled as she was coming out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around her body. She didn't notice him when she stepped out, drenching water. She frowned and clutched onto the towel tightly before turning around to look at him. “Can I at least have my privacy?” Richard didn't care she was half-naked even when the towel stopped on her thighs. If he had come ten seconds late then he would have witnessed her whole body. He motioned the wheelchair to the bed, for a moment he stared at the dress that was lying on the bed, sparkling under the light. He extended his hand to it and touched it. “Are you heading out?” He repeated.“Yes,” She forced the answer out of her mouth then walked toward the nightstand.“Where?”“Are you my mother to ask me that question? Where I'm going has nothing to do with you!” She retorted irksomely when he was being inquisitive. She glanced at his face. Her eyes were
She revealed her eyes to see where she was, it was a matter of a minute before she figured out that she was in an unfamiliar room. She rubbed the heels of her right hand on her eyes to make her vision a bit clearer because it was vague. “Where am I?” She asked no one, looking around, no one was inside. The bedroom was well-groomed and alluring. Then she attempted to step down from the bed, and that was when it came to her notice that one of her hands was cuffed to the bed. “What’s this?” She exclaimed, examining it closely. She scanned the whole room until she realized what reality was. She tried to recollect the last event at the mansion, it was Richard. She vividly remembered that he did something to her before she passed out. “Where the hell am I? Anybody. Richard!” She shouted out, although it might be futile yet she continued shouting. Someone clattered inside the room, Charlene gazed up to find out who it was. Richard sauntered casually toward the bed with a big smirk pla
His phone rang beside him. She glanced over to check the caller ID, the digits were saved with dad. She decided to call his attention since the call might be important.“Richard,” She shouted, enough for him to hear in the bathroom.The moment she called him, Richard was on his way sidling out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist. Water was drenching his bare chest, he looked more luscious than ever. Even Charlene couldn't take her eyes off him when they settled on his torso. She gulped anxiously and cleared her throat when it constricted. “Erm… ” She stuttered. He lifted a brow since he hadn't figured out what was making her nervous. “What's the matter?” He inquired.Eventually, she was able to look away, because if she didn't she wouldn't be about to get her voice back. “Uhm...you have a call. It's dad.” She divulged quietly. He sauntered toward the bed to take the phone. She took the phone and extended it to him. “Thanks.” He collected the phone and then
Another two days had already passed, and they were bonding again. Anyone could scarcely say their marriage had once crumbled because of how closed and attached they were now. Sometimes she answered all his questions even before he could complete them. Satisfied his curiosity and left off whatever needed to be kept a secret. The more she tried not to admit it, she realized her husband was already finding his way into her heart again. Both of them had agreed never to bring up the past, somehow everything was working smoothly. However, each time Charlene remembered Michael, deluded her like a criminal, and it was something she had to deal with till their honeymoon was over. They had been together for five days, she had been resolved in her determination to resist any of his charms. For how long could she resist Richard? Not always she had to keep daydreaming of them doing a lot of things together, something she didn't want to do with him physically.At night, standing outside, the bree
“Daniella called to talk to you last night.” Richard divulged after she shuffled out of the bathroom.Charlene was stunned when he mentioned their daughter's name. She halted hesitantly, clenching her fists to abate a sudden fury that ignited inside her. She whirled with reluctance, then looked at him. “What else don't you understand about privacy, Richard?” She frowned. She couldn't conceal the irritation she was feeling, she was literally mad at him. She was planning to tell him about Daniella but she didn't want him to find out on his own. “Everything. But she kept calling.”She approached him intimidatingly, stopping in front of him and still maintained her hostile countenance. “How did you find out about her? Did you interrogate the nanny?”“Of course not.” He interrupted instantaneously, gazing at her as his face fell with disappointment. “Why should I believe what you said?”He groaned with frustration. The fact that she didn't believe him and she thought that he intentional
She felt something usual the moment she was approaching the entranceway. Something undecipherable. Someone would have said she committed a crime, judging by the way some people were looking at her. Charlene thought coming to work today was the most awful decision she ever made. The way they were looking at her made her body itch. She mustered courage as she was sauntering over, she kept telling herself never to pay any attention to them. “What the heck is going on with them? They're making me uneasy.” She cleared her throat then stepped into the skyscraper.“Okay–This doesn't feel right.” A few crowds gathered by the entrance. One of them walked over with a rose, she handed it over to Charlene with a bright smile that kept lingering on her pretty face.“You're lucky, girl.” With that she stepped away.Charlene felt like her pump shoes were pinned to the floor, she stared at the rose in her hand. She would have thought about something else but she came to the office yesterday and Mich