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How dare he do that to Warner?
I looked up at him.
“I’m so sorry, Warner.
I don’t know what to say… I’m extremely sorry.
I’ll talk to him, don’t worry.
Everything will be fine.
You’ll get your job back, I promise.”
He shook his head.
“You’re still not leaving him?
Even after everything?”
Closing my eyes, I pinched the bridge of my nose.
“I love him, Warner.
I can’t just leave him.”
He stared at me for a moment and then averted his eyes.
Nodding slowly, he got up.
“I guess I should leave now.
And you don’t have to talk to him about my job.
I’ll take care of it myself.
Thanks for offering help.”
“Warner, stop!”
I stood up as he turned to leave.
“Don’t leave like this.
I’m extremely sorry, but—“
“It’s okay, Em.
You don’t need to say sorry.
I should’ve known that no matter how much I try, I can’t take his place in your heart.
I have to be somewhere right now.
I’ll see you later.”
And then he was out of sight.
My shoulders slumped.
The broken look in his eyes made my heart ache.
I didn’t want to hurt him.
But still, I did.
And to add salt to his wounds, my freaking boyfriend just ruined his career!
He has a lot to answer for!
But where the hell was he?
Picking up my phone, I called him.
But it went to the voicemail again.
Letting out a curse, I threw the phone on the couch.
To get some fresh air, I took my purse and stormed out of the penthouse.
I needed to collect some clothes back from my home.
And to have a small chat about my sudden relationship with Mom and Dad, of course.
They had been nagging to know what was going on between me and that prick.
As much as I was mad at him, I was going to come back.
Otherwise, how’d I knock some sense into his thick head?
Parking
my car before the office building, I got out with my duffle bag.
Heavy breeze blew my hair in different directions as a thunder cracked in the dark sky.
The hefty clouds covered the moon tonight, inducing an ominous ambience around.
The sudden change of the weather in this early winter was kind of unexpected.
It was a good sunny day, but now it seemed it’d pour at any moment.
Greeting the watchman, I strolled inside and got into the VIP elevator.
Due to the bad weather, most of the employees seemed to be in a hurry to leave earlier tonight.
Because of all the tension and headache he gave me, I didn’t join the office today.
I didn’t know if the devil was home yet or not.
My jaw clenched.
Meeting with my parents went smooth.
I was grateful they didn’t ask many questions about why I didn’t take him along.
He was supposed to go there with me.
But they were pleased I decided to give Ace a chance.
But I didn’t think they would be happy if I told them what their favorite Achilles Valencian did.
Shaking my head, I padded out of the elevator as the doors slid open.
The bodyguards’ postures were stiffer than usual, and their nods were tight.
What’s with them tonight?
The sound of lightning reached my ears again as I walked into the penthouse and closed the doors behind me.
A frown was immediate to form between my brows.
The lights were off.
But I left them on.
Was he home?
Shrugging off my coat, I trudged inside.
Goosebumps crawled up my skin as the cool air kissed my arms.
The living room’s lights were dimmed, and the eerie silence unnerved me.
And then I saw a shadow.
Sitting on the couch, its posture was slightly leaned forward with its elbows resting on its knees.
My heartbeat ran fast.
“Ace, is that you?”
And the only reply I got was silence.
FIFTY-NINE: STORMY NIGHT
“A
ce?”
I called again, but the shadow didn’t move.
Padding closer, I squinted.
The lightning that cracked outside left a flash of luster on his face for a fleeting second.
Stormy gray irises were set on me.
But they were dark tonight.
Much stormier than I ever encountered.
I let out a sigh of relief.
“What the hell is wrong with you?
You almost gave me a heart attack!”
When he didn’t answer, I found the switch and turned the lights on.
And there he was.
Still in his last night’s pants and a fresh black shirt, the one he must have worn before storming out, his disheveled form sat silently on the couch.
Some of the buttons of his shirt were undone, giving me a sinful sight.
I missed him.
I mentally shook myself.
It wasn’t a time to drool over him.
“So, you finally came back.”
My tone was sharp.
I pressed my lips together when he just continued to stare at me with his icy gaze.
“I’m talking to you!
Where were you the whole night and the entire day?
I was going crazy out of concern!”
“You were concerned about me?
I thought you were too busy spending time with your special friend.”
His bitter voice came out with his head tilted to the side.
Special friend?
What was he talking—
Oh!
But how did he find out about Warner?
He wasn’t even here.
Crossing my arms over my chest, I held a straight face.
“I don’t think it should bother you if I spend a little time with my friend.”
“Of course, it should bother me!”
He snapped, standing straight.
I flinched back at his thunderous voice.
“My woman is getting cozy with her ex-boyfriend behind my back in my own house, and you’re saying it shouldn’t bother me?
It does fucking bother me!”
I stilled.
Behind his back?
“Behind your back?
What are you implying, Ace?”
My voice came out as a whisper.
My chest tightened.
How could he think I’d ever do that to him?
Shock flashed over his eyes in place of rage as realization of his own words hit him.
“I meant…” Tone thick.
“When I wasn’t present here.
What was he doing here in my penthouse?
How did you even let him in?
Even after knowing how I feel about it?
Even after knowing how he feels about you!”
“Oh, I’m so sorry!
I didn’t know I wasn’t allowed to let my friends in your
penthouse.
I’d have definitely asked for your permission if you were available on the phone.”
I faked a sweet smile.
I thought it was our home…
I blinked away the burn in my eyes.
Was he even aware how he was hurting me getting lost in his anger and jealousy?
His fists clenched.
“Emerald, don’t test my patience.
You know very well what I’m talking about.”
Emerald again?
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Warner came here to talk to me, and we had a little chat.
Then he left.
I don’t know what we did for you to think I was cheating on you.”
Striding closer, he pulled me close by my arms.
“I said I didn’t mean that!
Don’t twist my words!”
I wiggled out of his grip.
“I’m not twisting your words!
I’m just stating what you said.
You were clearly implying I was cheating on you!
I can’t believe you think I could ever do that to you.