All Chapters of Worthless In Their Eyes, Perfect In His : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

A tall man in a prison guard uniform walked towards us.“Coffee?” He asked, holding out a tray with two mugs while he held another which belonged to him in his other hand.“Thank you,” I muttered as I took mine. “No, thanks.” Millicent objected.“Really? This is the best black coffee you can find, and you'd need to be awake till your person is brought out.”“I'd try it then,” She shrugged and took the mug.She blew on the contents and took a sip, grimacing her face before she swallowed.“It's nice.” She smiled.I did a mental eye roll. I didn't know if she was lying, because this was the worst coffee I had ever tasted.The warden took his hat off before leaving.“How much longer do we have to wait?” I said tiredly as I set the cup of the disastrous coffee aside.“I don't know. I've never done this, but there is tons of paperwork to be done before we can be allowed access.”I was already tapping my feet restlessly on the floor. The wall clock did more to upset me as each tick that I h

Ruby's POVI didn't need anyone to tell me how the rest of my day would go. Waking up in Malcolm's bed was embarrassing enough. I had questions at the back of my mind, but I couldn't ask him.How did he even carry me to the room, and where did he sleep? Surely, he didn't sleep on the same bed as me.But he came out with a towel around his waist, walking around comfortably. That made me feel like we had shared a bed.‘Forget it, Ruby’ I snapped at myself, forcing my focus elsewhere. I had more pressing issues to be concerned about. I needed to see my dad at the hospital.The stench of the alcohol still lingered on me. I still felt a bit lightheaded from last night. I let out a relieved sigh as I crashed into the bed in my room.Just a few more minutes of rest before I get ready for the day. My body intensely begged for rest.I wasn't aware when I closed my eyes and drifted back to sleep.*****************I woke up and sat upright in an instant, with adrenaline surging through me. A gl

The doctor and several nurses rushed in. He took his stethoscope off his chest and placed it on the woman's chest, while using the other hand to adjust something on her support device.“Mum! Mum! Please hold on mum.” June screamed and tapped her mother.I stood at the side as Malcolm paced restlessly. I think the doctor requested that we move outside because Malcolm and June began walking out.June was biting her long fingernails and tears flowed down her face as she sobbed. She looked worse than when I saw her in the toilet after her boyfriend slapped her.I felt like saying something, just anything to comfort her, but I restrained myself. I couldn't stand her lashing her hate at me when I was just trying to help.“This is bad luck.” June said with a raised voice.She pointed at me and sneered. “You. All this bad luck is because of you. Mother had never reacted this way all these while, until you decided to accompany us with your bad luck. You…”“JUNE!” Malcolm called out and held he

He unwrapped it. It was a small dark stone carefully wrapped in cloth.There was no way he could have brought that. I recognized it instantly. A half-moon pigment stone. It was the rarest form of art, and almost impossible to find.I didn't take it from him because I was grateful or showing forgiveness. I took it because I was fascinated and excited to finally behold this artpiece. The powder from this stone could be mixed with paint to make the most reflective piece of art.My hands trembled slightly as I held it.Adrian cleared his throat.“You told me about it a lot of times. You said if you ever painted with it, you'd feel extremely happy.”I stretched it towards him, trying hard to hide the fact that I had been excited earlier.“I don't want it.”“Take it, please. Even if you don't accept it as a birthday gift or you don't forgive me, still take it.”I brought the stone closer to myself and settled it on my lap.“I'd take it, but I don't forgive you.”“I hope you'd create somethi

Ruby’s POVMalcolm’s hand rested lightly at the small of my back, or rather, the big of my back, because my waist was far from being small. As the valet opened the restaurant doors for us, he held my waist closer.Warm light spilled out from inside, golden and relaxing, paired with the low murmur of conversations and soft instrumental music. The place smelled expensive, but looked simple. He reserved a comfortable spot close to the window. The view was a beautiful one. The atmosphere smelt divine, of wine, polished wood, something floral I couldn’t place.“This is nice,” I said quietly.He smiled. “I thought you’d like it.”The city lights outside glittered faintly, blurred by the glass. It felt intimate and intentional.I sat across from him, smoothing my dress over my thighs as the waiter handed us menus.“Happy birthday again,” Malcolm said, lifting his glass once our drinks arrived.“Thank you,” I replied, clinking mine against his.We talked about nothing important, work, traffi