Sia was on her hospital bed, basking in the morning sun that wiggled into the room while watching the news when Liam fluttered the door open and shoved into the room.
Sia broke her gaze from the TV and rolled it over at Liam. A smile plucked at her lips when she saw him making a beeline toward her. Taking him in, she only saw the gauze wrapped on his forehead and ink poured on his cheek.
Aside from these visible wounds, Liam didn’t sustain another. He assembled in front of Sia and returned her warm smile. It’s been two days since the fire incident and Sia hasn’t stopped asking about Liam.
The guilt still weighs heavily on her that Rebekah died in such a gory way. That’s why she wanted to see Liam to confirm he’s okay.
Setting her eyes on him, relief washes over her that he’s cool. Except for the few wounds on his face.
Well, Sia concluded inside her that Liam still looks exceptional. While scanning him, Sia spotted the mole on his right arm and felt a sense of déjà vu. Despite how much she’d love to pressure him with questions, Sia decided against it. Besides all the while she had asked him questions about his life, Liam was never willing to answer.
“Good morning, ma’am.” He greeted, voice hoarse.
“Liam. I’m so glad and relieved to see you, dear. I’m so happy. Is there any other place you were injured?” Sia asked, her voice muffled. She’s still on IV but she already informed the doctor she wants to be discharged and have the Monson family’s doctor handle the rest at home.
“No, I’m cool. It’s just these wounds on my face, aside from them nothing.” Liam hummed, looking Sia dead in the face.
Infrared images kept flashing through his mind. He could see things like kids running around, throwing something at themselves while cackling but it’s hard for him to get a grip on their faces.
“Liam…?” Sia called gently to rivet his mind back. Something keeps tugging at the back of her throat. Question heaping up in her chest that she wants to let out. However, before Sia could think further, the questions skipped her mouth.
“Are you him?” She asked. Instantly she regretted asking such a weird question.
‘Oh, shit, Sia. Of course, it can’t be him. Stop being pathetic.’ Her inner voice resonated, chiding her.
“Sorry, ma’am…?”
Sia wanted the speak and expunge the awkward question she threw at him but luckily, the doctor stormed into the room alongside Michelle and Lucas.
This is the first time Sia had seen Lucas in the past two days. He just left without dropping a word. And seeing him now stirs the butterfly in the pit of her stomach.
The doctor swiftly examined Sia and penned down a few prescriptions of drugs and instructions on when to take them before exiting the room.
“Mrs. Monson, I’m glad you’re okay now.” Michelle verbalized. Her calling Sia Mrs. Monson made Lucas shrivel inwardly.
“Thank you, Michelle. I just need to head home. I’m fucking tired of staying here.” Sia gushed, letting out a chuckle.
She regarded Lucas from over her lashes and they both traded glances. Lucas silently yearned to discuss with her while Sia somewhat fears to hear whatever he has to say.
Both Liam and Michelle gathered Sia’s stuff and took it to the car, giving Sia and Lucas some privacy.
Sia took cognizance of the look Michelle has been sending her way. It’s an ‘who the heck is Mr. Evangelista to you’ look but Sia is not ready to spew an answer to that question.
She knows Michelle knows Lucas, probably everyone in the State and Florida knows him. Though, it’s worth questioning who he is to her or what he really wants, considering the way he caters for her.
To Sia, it’s comforting and weird at the same it. Just a week ago they were sworn enemies, three days ago she was battling with her mind on what to do with Lucas, accept him or expunge his existence in her life, and right this moment, they’re here sharing glances, a glance that gushed a thousand plus words.
Lucas cleared his throat, the sound bounced off the walls of the silent room.
“Sia…I should be going. I guess…we should…”
“I’m ready to hear you out. You said you had something to say to me, right? I can give you the chance to speak only you have to follow me to the Monson villa.” Sia offered, not giving him the chance to object.
‘To her place?’ Lucas murmured inwardly but nodded at Sia.
The ride to the Monson villa was filled with Michelle’s rambling about Fur. She told Sia how increasingly worried Fur was when the servants were skittering around that night in search of Sia.
The news came as a shock to them the way it happened the last time, only this time, the receptionist that stays on the CEO’s floor of the Monson group was the one who called and informed them about the ongoing chaos at the ballroom.
Sia laughed as Michelle spewed Fur’s tantrums, in between, she monitored Lucas to get a read of his look but Lucas’s face was wiped off any expression.
However, he grinned a little at Michelle’s story but Sia felt that something was eating him more than what they were broaching.
The servants clustered around with relief grins on their faces when they spotted Sia in the villa. They silently called Sia a survivor as it’s been twice she got involved in a fire outbreak but scaled through.
“Thank you. I’m good now. In a matter of days, I’ll be up and about.” Sia said to them when they inquired about her well-being.
Meanwhile, Lucas darted his eyes around the house, drinking in every structure, furniture, paintings, and pictures in the house. A sharp pang of jealousy zapped through him when he spotted the wedding pictures of Sia and Mr. Monson. Curiosity hovered over him as he sifted the pictures looking to see Sia’s kids and all, but he couldn’t delve any further as he was distracted by Sia’s voice.
“That’s my husband, Monson. I believe you know him.” She said, aiming to sieve a reaction from him.
Lucas whirled around and inclined his head in a nod. “Yeah, I do.” His manly, deep voice traveled straight to Sia’s stomach, making it churn in a delightful manner.
With a bisected brow, Sia offered. “Let’s move to the cabanas, shall we?”
Earning a swift handshake from Lucas, she spun on her heels and hobbled outside with Lucas in tow.
They settled on the lounger and the servants offered Lucas a soft drink per Sia’s order.
The cool breeze bites into their skin and whipped their hair. Lucas roved his eyes around Sia’s silky skin and a ball of heat skittered all the way down to his cock.
He wants to reach for her and touch her but it isn’t what he needs right now.
“Where are your kids?” He asked, turning to Sia.
The question stabbed Sia’s heart. It’s like a reminder of her failure to give Monson a child which was his core reason for marrying her. Although it’s a harmless question to Lucas but it dredged up pent-up emotions from Sia.
“I have none.” Sia curtly said, ripping her eyes off his direction.
Lucas was awash by joy hearing that. Yes, call him selfish but he doesn’t want Sia to have another man’s child. It hurts enough to know someone has touched her in unimaginable ways. Hence, he can’t bear to see the results of that intercourse, roaming around this compound calling Sia ‘mummy.’
“Oh, sorry about that. It must have been hard for you.” He casually muttered but Sia’s face held a sad expression.
“It sure was and still is.” She said, spiking Lucas’s jealousy. “So tell me, Lucas. What do you desperately want to say?” She asked, clashing her eyes on his.