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I shook my head.
Some more shameless tears slipped from my eyes.
“No matter what you say, I can’t forget what you did.
You hurt me.
You…” I bit my lip.
“You didn’t let me stay with you.
You pushed me away when you needed me the most.
I… hate you!
I hate you for that, Achilles Valencian!
I hate you!”
Pushing at his chest, I tried to get away from him again.
Even if it wasn’t my fault, even if I knew nothing about his condition, I felt guilty.
For not being there for him when he needed me.
It tormented my soul to even think of that.
He pulled me closer.
With raw emotions flashing across those stormy grays, he whispered, “And I love you, Emerald Hutton.
I love you so fucking much!”
My breathing stopped as I stared at him.
And then slowly my heart started racing, a tingling sensation spread across my veins.
My knees wobbled at his declaration.
The intense emotions searing through my chest made me let out a shaky breath.
He’d said those words again.
The words that haunted my dreams.
The words that ran in my head twenty-four hours.
I love you…
I wanted to hear those words again.
My ears yearned to hear them again.
My lower lip trembled.
I had no words.
I was speechless.
“I loved you from the day those turquoise eyes met mine, my precious rose.
I loved you every time you smiled at me with those big doe eyes.
I loved you whenever that little nose crinkled every time you thought you’d lose in the chess matches.”
He kissed my nose, followed by my eyelids.
“I loved you when you were away from me.
I loved even your annoying habit of eating garlic prawns using your hand.
And I love you when I have you in my arms right now.
The place where I want to keep you for the rest of my life.”
Leaning in, he captured my trembling lips into a scorching kiss.
A whimper left me as I melted against him.
My heart soared.
“I love you so much, my rose.
So much that without you, I deny to even breath,” he murmured against my lips, claiming my mouth again.
With the intoxicating strokes of his tongue, the warmth of his arms, I found myself letting out a sign of content.
Clutching his coat tight in my fists, I kissed him back with equal urgency.
I missed those lips.
I missed his arms, his voice, his everything.
Slowly pulling away, he stared deep into my eyes.
With both of our breathing harsh, we couldn’t move our gazes away from each other.
It was like an invisible magnet pulling us towards each other.
“Are you still mad at me, Rosebud?”
he asked, gray pools filling with hope.
“Will you give me—give us a chance?”
Would I?
Just as I opened my mouth to give him my answer, a knock landed on the door.
I tried to pull away from him, but he didn’t let me.
“No need.
Whoever it is will go away.”
Shaking my head, I wiggled out and opened the door, much to his dismay.
It could be something important.
But the actual reason behind my eagerness to open it was to escape his question.
Before I could even pull the door wide, it flew open, making me stumble back.
“Mr.Valencian!
It’s so great to see—” Her ear-splitting grin threatened to fall when her eyes landed on me.
My jaw clenched.
Red freaking witch!
What the hell was she doing here?
My eyes immediately formed into a glare.
“Uh, hello, Ms.
Hutton, Mr.Valencian!
I’m sorry if I interrupted anything,” she said, planting an extra sweet mask on her face.
The once over she gave him didn’t go missed by me.
“Rosebud, you didn’t answer me.”
Not even acknowledging her, he took long strides towards me.
But I stepped away.
My twisting facial expression must’ve told him to keep his distance.
“Don’t you dare!”
My voice came out as a snap.
He called her here?
Why?
“You’ve got a guest to attend!
Why don’t you concentrate on her instead?”
“Baby…”
I stepped back again from his approaching form.
Clenching his fists, he let out a curse, murmuring something incoherent under his breath.
His eyes were desperate… wild.
Then his flashing stormy gaze flickered to the red witch who wore a maroon dress today.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
he roared, making both me and her flinch.
His shoulders were rigid, his nostrils flared.
With eyes wide open, she opened her mouth and closed like a gaping fish.
Her little outfit and excessive makeup spoiled my mood further.
Not wanting to be there anymore, I pushed my legs to move.
My heart still thudded from his words.
Warmth, anger, and jealousy were messing with my head.
And I definitely didn’t want to see her face any longer.
What she did last time still burned me like a hot knife.
“Rosebud, wait!”
“Don’t!”
Giving him a warning look, I stormed out of his office.
And to my dismay, the door automatically closed behind me.
“Mr.Valencian, I’m so sorry…” Her meek words faded away along the gap of the door.
My lips pressed tight as I glared at it.
Her slutty dress pricked my insides.
Did she wear it for him?
My nails dug into my palms.
He definitely didn’t call her.
The way he behaved proved it.
Then why the heck she was here?
I stood there like a psycho, staring at a closed door with venom.
And why the hell did I come out like that?
I shouldn’t have left her alone with him.
Shaking my head at my ridiculous thoughts, I decided to leave.
But still somehow lingered around the corner.
Several ominous thoughts were nagging in my head.
Though his booming voice that flew out of the closed door soothed my burning heart a little.
They weren’t doing anything I wouldn’t like.
The door opened again, and that witch came out with tears in her eyes.
I hid myself from her sight.
Throwing another glance at his office, with her pale face, she turned around and rushed down the hallway without looking back.
And I just kept glaring at her until she was out of sight.
A thud came out of his office, followed by another.
I took a few steps towards the door, ready to barge in again.
But then I stopped myself.
If I go in there right now, he won’t let me leave until I answer him.
I shook my head.
He must be angry and throwing a tantrum right now.
But… what if he was hurt?
I bit my lip.
And then I heard him shouting something.
Seconds later, a huffing and puffing Carter appeared and rushed inside the devil’s den.
I heaved a sigh.
He was okay.
It was just another bad day for Carter, I guessed.
Poor guy.
Just as I turned around to leave, my phone buzzed.
Opening the message, I read it.
Great!
He sent the information I needed.
Now all I have to do is to drive there and sort things out myself.
FORTY-TWO: MEETING SIERRA
P ressing the bell, I waited.
The elevator opened, and a lanky middle-aged man stepped out in a floral shirt.
Stopping, he eyed me up and down with his slightly red eyes.
I faced away from him and tapped the bell again.
What’s taking her so long to open the door?
Once the creepy man unlocked his apartment next to the one I was standing before and went inside, casting me one last lingering glance before closing the door, I sighed in relief.
God knew how she stayed here with this creep on the other side of the wall.
With a click, the door opened, and her blonde head peeked through it.
Surprise flashed across her brown eyes.
“Emerald?
What’re you doing here?”
“Hi, Sierra!”
I smiled.
“Sorry, I tried to call you, but it went unreachable every time.