So, it wasn’t the standard protective older brother story after all.
"Hayden’s the real crazy one. Push him to the limit and he’ll end up exploding and killing everyone in the process. Your father probably realized that too, that although he’s kind, he’s also very crazy deep down," Harvey said before laughing.
"My father…" I whispered.
Suddenly, I felt my phone vibrating. After turning it over, I found out that Hayden was calling. My hand shook as I stared at the screen while I debated if I should answer his call. While I was making up my mind, the phone stopped vibrating and that was when I saw almost 30 miscalls from Hayden.
He’s going to kill
for sure. My lifespan just shortened by more years than I could count.
While I was panicking and wondering if I should call him back, my phone started vibrating again and it was a call from none other than Hayden. Why didn’t I notice that my phone was vibrating before?
"Don’t pick up," Harvey said, and it sounded like a command.
My eyes blinked rapidly as I stared in confusion at my now empty hand. When did he snatch my phone away? It all happened so fast…
"You ca here to think, right?" Harvey asked.
I gasped in shock when I saw him turning my phone off. The screen went black and then he dropped the phone down onto the sofa next to him like it was so worthless object.
"Yes…" I replied in a whisper as I settled back down in my seat.
"Then think and ask all the questions that you want," Harvey said calmly.
"I think we should go back soon…" I suggested.
Hayden must be so worried about , and we’ve been here for a while already. It’s better if we head back to the mansion now. It would be trouble if Hayden ca here to drag us back. He probably knew that we were here at Alia’s place since Harvey probably only ca out to see her.
"There’s no need for you to rush. Hayden won’t barge in here…" Harvey said with a careless shrug.
"How are you so sure about that?" I asked.
"Well, because he isn’t stupid. You see, I’m Hayden right now too and he knows that it doesn’t make sense for there to be two Hayden in the outside world at the sa ti and place," Harvey explained in a very relaxed manner.
"Oh…right…" I mumbled when I realized that he was probably right.
It seed like Harvey was about to say sothing, but the sound of his phone vibrating loudly cut him off. Harvey didn’t even bother glancing over at his phone before he switched it off. The caller must have been Hayden, it couldn’t have been anyone else. Harvey seed completely relaxed while I was on edge. Hayden is probably going crazy right around now. We really should head back to the mansion.
While Hayden might not kill or punish Harvey, the sa couldn’t be said about .
"I really think we should head back…" I suggested again.
"Hayden is a very stubborn guy. A very hard case to crack. Have you thought about how you’re going to convince him to marry you?" Harvey asked, completely ignoring my suggestion of heading back to the mansion.
"No, I haven’t figured that out…" I replied honestly.
Up until recently, my mind was in a jumbled ss just figuring out if I wanted to marry Hayden. Now that I was certain that I couldn’t leave Hayden or live without him, I had to find a way for him to marry
willingly. Life really doesn’t play out like the fairytales. Why can’t Hayden just get on his knees and propose to
just like all the other normal couples?
He doesn’t even have to get on his knees, I’ll be over the moon happy if he would just propose.
That’s probably not going to happen.
’So, when are you going to propose to Hayden?’
Harvey’s question resounded in my mind, and I glanced over at his smiling face as it started to dawn on
that perhaps this man had foreseen this. Was that even possible?
You can’t be serious…
I have to propose to Hayden. That’s just…out of this world crazy. I can’t do that. I don’t have the backbone to do sothing like that. What if he rejects ?
My body went numb just at the thought, and I had to rub my arms up and down to calm myself down. Hayden did ask
before if I wanted to marry him and it was partly my fault for not being able to give him a definite answer. Why am I so cowardly?
Slowly, I got up from my seat and approached Alia’s bed. Looking down from where I was standing next to her bed, I could see Alia’s face very clearly. She seed to be sleeping peacefully. Even after all this ti, her caretaker still took the effort to apply make-up to her beautiful face. Her cheeks were a rosy pink and so were her lips.
My mind recalled all the things that Harvey had told
about her. All her thoughts, her beliefs and her efforts to work towards her dream just so that she could have a peaceful and loving family with Harvey. Why was she so brave? How co she tried to do so much while I didn’t do anything at all?
Alia…why are you so brave? How can you be so brave?
A strange wave of feelings washed over
and probably because we were in similar circumstances, I felt a strong connection to this unconscious woman whom I have never really t before. Without realizing what I was doing, my hands started reaching out for hers. The coldness of her hands shocked
when I took her hands into mine and held it.
Her hands were thin, and her fingers were beautiful, shapely, and long.
"Alia…" I whispered her na as I watched her face.
If we were acting based on a script, this would probably be the mont that her eyelids would slowly flutter until her eyes opened and she would smile at
like a princess that had just woken from her long slumber. The truth wasn’t like that at all. Nothing happened. Alia did not react at all to my words or the fact that I was holding her hands.
The sleeping princess did not wake up.
--To be continued…
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