Chapter 8

VOW OF PROTECTION

Charles's POV ❤️

My bodyguards surrounded her like a fly attracted to a poop. What were they planning on doing to her without my consent? I understand that they were just looking out for me but I swear if anyone of them touches her, hell will break loose. Two of them grabbed her arms and started pulling her. What were they doing? She was in pains, couldn't they see? They were going to pay for this.

"Let me go! Let me go!" Her voice echoed in my ears as she pleaded. She looked at her boyfriend or whatever he was to her, and he stood there like a moron. He didn't even flinch to help her. I guess I had made my dominance known to him, there was nothing he could do to stop me, he had no power to do so. Now, she would know that her silly pest of a guy was worthless and couldn't even protect her. She was mine now.

I could see the fear in her eyes and hatred. I couldn't believe I did that, after all that talk about making her happy. This was all my fault. She stared at me wanting me to say something, not like I liked seeing her like this. She was scared, scared that I was going to do something to her, scared that these dingbat were going to hurt her. I swear, I was going to kill them.

"Let's go." I couldn't stay a second longer there seeing her look at me like that. What was I thinking? I hurt her. I hurriedly made my way to the door, avoiding eye contact with anyone, especially hers.

I watched from the door as how chaos unfolded and I couldn't help but feel guilty about what I caused. Why did I say that? What was I thinking? I called her a pauper? Was I even thinking at all?

She felt really sad and I hated myself for being the cause of her unhappiness. I saw a woman yelling at her. Why was she frustrating her? Times like this, I wish I had superpowers and what I wanted right now was to be able to read her mind, know what she was thinking about. Tch! I sounded like a pervert, it was so creepy. No girl would want to have to hear a guy's voice in her head, especially the one she hated most at the moment.

A fight was about to break out as that woman, was prepared to exchange blows with her. I couldn't hear what they were saying though. I was about to rush out of my hiding place and deal with that lady when I saw her boyfriend or husband, no he has to be her boyfriend, I saw him pulling her away from the angry crowd and suddenly, I had this bad feeling about it. I was relieved instantly that he managed to get her out of that mess, the mess I created for her. She had already lost all the trust and respect those people had for her and she was going to be made a laughingstock. I was bound to undo what I had already done, no matter what, I was going to protect her.

The pest pulled her away from the angry crowd, but she seemed to be struggling. She was definitely stubborn, but I was relieved he got her out of there before they hurt her and I won't be able to hold back from hurting them more than they did to her. For all I knew, I didn't like him one bit. This wasn't even about the fact that he was with my woman, there was just something about him and I am really good at reading someone.

I took the elevator and went back to my office feeling puzzled and perplexed about the whole situation that happened. I was certain now that she hates me. I wanted to go after her and apologize but I couldn't. I couldn't bring myself to look at her face. I hurt her.

I called Mr Tusch on the land line and he appeared before me almost immediately like as if he was expecting me to call him. I was worried about her, worried about what that so called boyfriend of her's would do to her.

"Find her whereabouts and if she needs anything, help her with it. Keep her safe and don't let her find out who you are and that you work for me." He bows his head and leaves. I just hope she is okay.

A few minutes later, the landline rang. It was from my receptionist. She was telling me something about the protesters but I couldn't hear her clearly. Suddenly, I heard a knock on my door. The person didn't wait for my response and just came in.

"Sir! Sir!" The voices of the protesters echoed in the room. Why were they here? All of them? Was this what my receptionist was saying? What were my guards doing? How did they get here?

I was really tired and I had only her on my mind. They started pleading and how sorry they felt for refusing the offer. Blamed her for everything. I couldn't take it anymore, I didn't want to hear them slandering her name again.

I brought out my cheque book and signed for 7 million dollars, even more than I wanted to give. That should be enough, they could finally leave. Maybe this would let them to forget about everything that happened.

Not long after, the press had already surrounded the building. I have always hated the press since forever, not always minding their business.

I could see the protesters from my window giving information to them plus, it was all over the radio and Television. Were they snitching? After everything I did to them. After giving them that insanely amount of money, they decide to rant about her. People can be disgusting sometimes. But this wasn't any of her fault.

I caused this. My mind went back to her and how she would react to this. I had to put an end to this. I pranced out of my office and quickly took the elevator to the receptionist.

I had to stop them, I had to protect her.