“Sorry I didn’t hear you. I was trying to keep my bile down.” I spoke. Though it was true it was said for the wrong reason.
“Yeah, you should eat your pancake instead of pushing it aside.” He said bringing the plate back. When I went to push it away feeling no appetite despite me trying to do everything to feel little hungry to make him believe I had nothing hiding from him, he glared at me.
Usually, I feel a little playfulness in it but this time I felt nothing from him but pure rage from his glare. Well, I can’t blame him, he always hates it when I don’t eat when I am sick, and he usually forces me to eat and it has proven to be helpful yet I resist to eat when I am not well.
“Katherine you should eat something. Or is there something that you want to share with me that you look paler than you usually look when you are sick?” He asks with calculating eyes to which I shake my head and forces the piece of pancake down my throat.
He nods and stands up from his chair pushing his plate of pancakes away which is unusual because even if he is Hella lot busy he never skips his meals.
“I got a meeting about this thing causing lose in my company sorry I have to go.” He says giving me an apologetic smile and goes to get ready. I nodded and tried to at least eat something to keep the bile down.
Was successful in few bites but the more I thought about his unusual behaviour it scares me and brings the bile back up. I push the final piece of pancake away and stand up to get some air.
As I was eating, I saw Ryder rushing out to go. Maybe he was lot busier than I thought he was. He really felt terrible about the loss. I feel like to punch the guy responsible behind it but the fact I am also indirectly reasonable to this situation makes me want to puke.
Which I finally did.
I wish I felt a little better from vomiting but I didn’t.
If it was possible, I felt more terrible when I thought about what just happened.
It might be my guilt gnawing in me that makes me think more into it. But I felt something off in the tone he was using to question me if I want to tell him something.
I really did want to blurt the truth out. But if I did, the concern he showed towards me when I told him I felt sick, would have disappeared in snap of a finger. He would not show concern towards his enemy. So, it really is my guilt making me think more into the situation.
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It was almost time to go home. I am not getting any better. I feel more dizzier as the time goes by.
I had postponed the meeting not feeling well at all, thankfully my client understood and he postponed the meeting with no issues. I laid my head down on my desk the whole day.
Unless I tell the truth, I am never going to feel any better. And I hardly think I am going to feel at all, once the truth is out.
Ryder went home earlier than usual saying he feels sick from not getting any sleep last night. I stayed back even when he asked me if I want to go with him. I can’t stand another second of being with him, with this secret taunting at me.
We are never going to be back to normal, are we?
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When I reached home, I felt the atmosphere to be more suffocating than it was in the morning.
When I opened the door to enter inside, it was pitch dark. Our home, was never in dark at least small lightbulbs would be turned on. Ryder’s home to be exact. It no longer feels like my home.
“Ryder” I called as I walked more into the house.
Where is he? He came earlier yet; he didn’t turn the lights on?
Suddenly I felt a strong pair of arms surround my waist. From how my body stiffened yet electricity that passed through me I knew who it was.
“Ryder? Why do you have the whole lights turned off?” I asked trying to turn back but he tightened his hold on me not allowing me to turn. I tried to remove his hands from me feeling suffocated not telling him the truth yet he tightened more again. But now I feel like it was his arms that makes me suffocated.
“You promised me a romantic night my love when you almost ruined my meeting.” He said huskily with a dark edge to his tone.
“I am sorry Ryder I am not in the mood. Maybe another night?” I asked trying to removed his arms from me again.
His next words made me go pale and stiff in his arms, and made all the breath in me gone.
“Why, is the heiress of the BlackJack so prideful that she doesn’t want to be with her almost-to-be-poor boyfriend anymore? Oh, did I mention that it was because of her company that my company is facing loses?”
I now was able to successfully remove his arms or that he let me go as he chuckled darkly at his dark joke. When I turned to face him with tears in my eyes, he turned the lights on with a dark smile on his face seeing my tears.
While he had a dark smile, his eyes were cold emotionless, chilling me to the bones even with me sweating under the blazer, yet there was tiny drop of tear that he tried to hide from me. He did a better job at hiding his emotions than me, if I were any other person, I would only see coldness in his eyes but from knowing him for a long time I knew better.
I closed my eyes and let the tears fall down as I exhaled the breath; I didn’t know I was holding.
From those eyes and words, I felt both heartbreak and relief. And both for one thing.
HE KNOWS.
A/N: fuck. that made a lump to form in my throat. Writing this is hard. But am I going to change it? Hell no. Hehe… What do you guys think about this chapter?