CHAPTER 2

I winced as the harsh hospital lights pierced through my brain.

My ears picked up the sound of beeping machines as the sterile smell of a hospital room filled my nose.

A gentle voice spoke beside me, scaring me for a moment,

"Welcome back, Miss Davies."

When I tried to speak, my voice was barely audible,

"Who....are....you?"

"I'm Dr Jane, your attending doctor. You were in the ICU for a few days. How do you feel?" She smiled.

I looked around me, taking in the tubes, wires and monitors.

Just then, my memories rushed into my head.

I remembered jumping off the bridge.

I remembered being dragged out of the water but that memory was too foggy.

I remembered feeling hands on my face, I remembered someone repeatedly calling my name but I couldn't make out the voice.

"How did I get here?" I struggled to sit up.

"An ambulance brought you in."

How did the ambulance find me?

I didn't know anyone who would care enough to call the ambulance.

It couldn't be Liam and certainly not Ava.

"Do you know who called the ambulance?"

The slight frown on the doctor's face showed my questions were begining to make her uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry but I can't provide you with that information, Miss Davies. The nurse will be here shortly to attend to you. If you need anything, please let us know."

She turned around and walked away.

"Wait!" I stopped her just before she walked out of the ward.

"Who's taking care of....?"

She interrupted before I finished speaking, "It's been fully paid, you don't have to worry about it."

With that, she opened the door and walked out.

Who the hell saved me, called the ambulance and then paid for my hospital bills?

I remained in the hospital for two more days before I was discharged.

Throughout those two days, the nurse continually brought me food and refused to tell me who had bought the food and paid for my bills.

Firstly, some strange person bailed me from prison and then saved my life.

I kept racking my brain for who could have cared enough but not matter how hard I tried, I couldn't think of anyone.

I was sitting in the living room of my mother's house, looking through job openings online when an email notification popped up.

Miss, Davies, I hope this email finds you well.

You have been selected for a prestigious position thanks to a good number of Criteria you have met.

An interview is to be held with you this evening at the time attached to this email.

A car will be waiting outside your residence at the exact time stipulated in this email.

Please be ready early.

The sender didn't bother attaching a name, and the address with which the email was sent looked like nothing I had ever seen before.

Even after telling myself to delete the email, I found myself walking to the limousine in front of my house at the exact time said in the email.

The door came open and I entered.

A man probably in his fifties was sitting across from me, legs crossed, a polite smile on his face and an envelope in his hand.

I was sure I had never met this man before and legal interviews were not held like this.

"Good evening, Miss Davies."

"Who are you?" I fired a question at him.

"I'm Charles. I apologize for sending you an email on such short notice." It didn't seem like there was anything to be weary of about Charles.

"Why did you call me out here? This isn't for some illegal job, is it?" If Charles here had it in mind to offer me a job to carry out some crime, he was being surprisingly civilized about it.

"Legality does not mean right and illegality does not mean wrong."

He paused before continuing, "I do have an offer for you, Miss Davies. While it's not what you would typically expect, the pay will surely exceed your biggest expectations."

Money.

I needed as much of it as I could get right now.

Charles looked too civilized to be a criminal so I didn't leave immediately .

"What's this offer?"

His polite smile stretched into a satisfied one while he waved the envelope, "A marriage proposal."