Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Professor's Beautiful Secret: Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

Derrick’s POV I knew something was wrong from the moment I saw Eliana curled up on the couch. And my heartrate went wild as I remembered what happened the last time I’d seen her in that position. That was the night she’d concluded I was cheating on her and she’d shed more tears that night than on any other day since the day we met. But there was none of that tonight. At least, that’s what it looked like as I hurried to her side. Placing my hand gently on her shoulders, I turned her so she was facing me. “What’s wrong, baby? Did something happen?”Sniffing, she opened her eyes to meet mine. Seeing the sadness that dwelled in them, I felt my stomach twisting with worry. At that point, I was damn sure that someone had hurt her. “Who upset you?” I asked softly, even though I was beginning to boil with anger inside. It seemed like she wasn’t going to respond at first, then her mouth parted slightly. “I can’t do it anymore.” Her voice was so low that I almost didn’t hear her. “Do what?

Derrick’s POV I ran blindly, not pausing for even a moment to worry about where I was heading. As things stood, that was a luxury that I couldn’t afford. I just kept on running, a single, dominant thought on my mind: survive. Anything else could come after that. After I escaped the four men who now seemed to be after my life. Throwing a quick glance over my shoulder, I saw that they were rapidly gaining on me. I tried to run faster but I was already going as fast as I could go. And running had never been my strong suit. In fact, I hadn’t had a reason to run in months. Now that I did, my legs were punishing me for their lack of exercise. The streets around were half-deserted, with cars only passing at distanced intervals. There were a handful of people around, but no one seemed to be interested in offering any form of help. I was alone and I only had myself to rely on. The only help I could have gotten was from the cops but I’d been stupid enough to leave my phone in the car. With th

Eliana’s POV Time went by pretty fast after I got the call from the hospital. From the moment I got off the phone, up to the second I rushed through the front doors of the hospital, my heart beat loud and fast like war drums announcing danger. As soon as the call ended, I grabbed my bag and dashed out of the house. I was already in a cab on my way to the hood before I remembered that the gown I had on wasn’t meant for public consumption. But I was too worried about Derrick’s welfare to bother about who could and who couldn’t see my nipples poking through the thin fabric of my gown. Fear and worry took turns in crawling across my chest and I was only one bad news away from bursting into tears. The man on the phone hadn’t sounded the least bit positive, yet I was hopeful because that was all I had. I couldn’t even bring myself to imagine what would happen if Derrick…No. I shook my head, afraid to complete the thought. On entering the building, I headed straight for the nurses’ stat

Eliana’s POV Annabelle arrived just when I was prepared to damn everything to hell and go into the hospital on my own. Before then, I’d had several back and forths in my mind, weighing all the possibilities and outcomes that would follow me going into the hospital on my own. However, Annabelle turned up just before I could lose what remained of my patience. A cab suddenly pulled up and as my head shot up, I saw none other than Annabelle climbing out of it. In her pink knee-length tight fitting gown and tan colored sandals, she looked more like she was going on a date with someone she wanted to impress, rather than accompanying her friend to visit her hospitalized boyfriend. As soon as she was out of the cab, the driver zoomed off and she started taking unhurried steps towards the hospital. That was until she glanced around and her gaze fell on me standing by the entrance. Doubling her pace, she was at my front in four seconds. “Jeez. Look at those eyesbags,” she remarked. “Did you

Eliana’s POVAt first, I didn’t know how to digest Derrick’s reaction to my presence. The lost, clueless look he’d given me when I entered the room hit was in its own a different, painful form of heartbreak. One thing was established immediately; he didn’t know who I was. I could see that much in his bright blue, innocent looking eyes. And I couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down my face as I sat beside him on the bed, watching him trying to talk but unable to find the words too. His eyes said everything his mouth couldn’t but I was too emotional about his current state to be able to bring myself to respond to the questions I could see swimming in his eyes. Eventually, he fell asleep to me rubbing his hand tenderly. Even after he drifted off, I didn’t stop caressing his hand. It broke me to see that he was in so much pain and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. The thought of what could have happened to him was nearly driving him crazy but there was nothing I coul