Chapter 18: Nana Grace.

Andres's Pov.

I didn't expect to be alive, so when Rosaura made it clear, I felt irritated.

I didn't ask her to save me, and yet she did. Just when I had accepted defeat, she had come to my rescue. But why?

Of course, she let out an outburst, obviously angry at the fact that I didn't appreciate what she did for me, and I smiled as I watched her storm off to the taxi.

Is there a woman as feisty as her?

I'm not sure.

I stood up, staggering as I tried to keep myself steady, my eyes were bulging, and I had felt the urge to faint again, but I kept it in.

I contemplated jumping into the water again, but decided against that, after all, that was just being stupid, after being saved by a girl.

“How did she even know that I was here?” I muttered to myself, walking towards the spot the cab had been, and felt surprised to see a phone there. Unlocking it, I saw that it was hers, with no password also.

‘Did she leave this on purpose or by accident?’

I asked myself within, but didn't bother as I entered her contact list and released a sigh of relief on seeing Evans' number there.

“Rosaura?” He called immediately, and he picked up, and I sneezed involuntarily.

“It's Andres, come pick me up, I'm at the Floral Lagoon.”

“The hell? What are you doing there, boss?” He asked me, and I sighed.

“Long story, just come, please,” I told him, shivering uncontrollably as I hung up.

I had to try to hide it when Rosaura was around because she seemed to have been in a similar condition, but now, the thing couldn't be hidden anymore.

“Shit, be quick, Evans, before I actually die,” I muttered under my breath, and as if being summoned, a black Ferrari pulled up, and Evans came out of it, rushing towards me.

“Jesus Christ, what happened to you? Where is Rosaura?” He gasped, looking around while helping me towards the car.

“It's a long story,” I mumbled, sitting down as he sat beside me.

“Don't tell me you tried to kill yourself? Or was it her?” He asked with a frown, and I turned to him.

“It was me, and what if I did? Aren't I the owner of my life?” I asked him also, and he sighed.

“You know that if there's any problem, you could bring it to me and I'll…”

“You'll what? Help me? How?” I asked him with a glare, but the frown still remained intact over her lips.

“You can't be serious, you tried to kill yourself!” He snapped, and I rolled my eyes.

“And I would have been successful with it, if not for the fact that I got saved by that new employee!” I scoffed, and he thought for a while before replying.

“Wait, don't tell me she saved you?”

I nodded, and his eyes widened.

“How did she even know, and where is she now?”

“I don't know how she did, but all I know is that she is a fùcking pest and I want her out of the company. She left a while ago in a taxi, I don't fucking care where, but she shouldn't come back,” I mumbled, and he rolled his eyes.

“For saving you? Are you out of your fùcking mind?” He snapped, and I looked at her, surprised that he dared raise his voice at me.

“I thought we were already past this. Don't go back into that suicidal stage if you know what is good for you. You're a grown man now,” he told me, but I ignored him, pretending that I didn't hear him.

“You can ignore all you want, you know I'm right.” He sneered at me, and I couldn't help but chuckle. Evans would always be Evans.

We passed the company, and I turned to Evans, who met my eye.

“You're not going there in these,” He mumbled, and I frowned at him.

“I can easily change in my office and have new clothes brought in,” I told him, and he rolled his eyes.

“You're not doing that, you are going home, and I'm going with you to prevent you from strangling yourself with a Duraq,” He told me seriously, and I rolled my eyes.

We came to stop in front of the villa, and the gatekeeper bowed, opening it immediately.

We drove in, and I came out along with Evans, we headed it and I went into my room immediately, drawing out a bath.

I spent time in the tub, trying to recollect and think, but the only person who filled my mind was Rosaura.

What I felt while staring at her was a feeling I couldn't understand.

Was it hatred?

Compassion?

Happiness?

Or was it something else I dreaded?

No, it couldn't be the last one, and I am absolutely sure of that.

I sighed, coming out and cleaning myself off before putting on another set of clothes.

I felt better and headed to the kitchen only to meet Evans there, munching on Buffalo wings.

“I know that the only reason you came here was to eat Nana Grace's food,” I mumbled, and he smiled.

“Of course, my food is the best after all,” A voice came, and I smiled, acknowledging Nana Grace, an old woman who was in her late 60's, the same woman who had taken care of me since birth.

“Good afternoon, Nana,” I greeted, and she smiled at me.

“Good afternoon, Andres, you're here early,” she said, dishing rice for Evans, who took it hungrily, and some for me.

“You wouldn't guess what happened, nana,” Evans said, staring at me while I glared at him with my corner eye, as if daring him to talk.

“What is it?” She asked, turning his face from me to hers, and I prayed silently that he wouldn't spill.

“We went swimming, and he nearly drowned,” He said, and I released a relieved breath, but she wasn't convinced.

“Tell me another lie,” She told me seriously, and Evans released an awkward grin.

“He tried to drown himself,” he finally released, and her eyes turned bloodshot as she turned to me.

“Nana, I can explain,” I mumbled, but before I could say anything more, she removed one of her loafers, aiming for my head and throwing it.

I didn't see it coming, and before I could dodge, it met my head, hitting it roughly as it started bleeding.

“YOU TRIED TO DO WHAT!?”