He said your na," Diana replied without any further explanations.
"Who said my na?" I asked as I felt my brows drawing even closer together into a frown.
"Anthony. Your na was the first he called when he woke up. Don’t you wonder why?" my sister replied with a curious look on her face.
Thanks to my sister, I realized the abnormality that had occurred. If Diana realized it, Bradon must have realized it as well-that the first and only na that Anthony called when he regained consciousness was none other than my na. However, it did not make any sense because, apart from , Diana and Bradon were also there. If I had to place my bet on who Anthony would have called out to first, I would have placed my entire life’s wealth on Diana, but that wasn’t how things turned out.
I stared down the hallway where Bradon had walked down. I couldn’t help but wonder how he felt when Anthony called out my na.
...
Zain was waiting for with a polite smile on his face the mont that I stepped out of the hospital. He gestured to the sleek black limousine with his hand before bowing slightly to invite into the car.
"What is the aning of this?" I asked, sounding quite on guard as I stared at the car suspiciously before returning my gaze to Zain.
"Master Brandon wants you to move back to the mansion," Zain inford quite simply of the order that he had received from his boss.
"This is quite sudden..." I murmured the first thought that ca into my head.
Strangely, I wasn’t completely against the idea of moving into Bradon’s mansion again, even though I practically risked my life to get out not so long ago. However, that didn’t an that I didn’t spend quite so ti hesitating and debating with myself about whether or not it was the right thing to do or the right move to make.
"Master Bradon recomnds that you recall the conversation that you had with him if you find yourself hesitating," Zain told smoothly, as if he could sense my hesitation.
I knew right away which conversation between us that Bradon wanted to rember. His dark voice telling that he would never let go made so certain of how possessive he is of .
"He also said that he fully understands if you want to stay sowhere closer to the hospital, and that can also be arranged," Zain quickly explained.
His words caught my attention because it seed like Bradon was giving a choice in the matter and also going out of his way to ensure that I can stay closer to Anthony. I felt a glowing and warm feeling inside of and quickly realized that I was more than happy that he was willing to respect my wishes.
"I’ll move back to the mansion. Let’s go, I want to be ready to co back to the hospital as soon as we are allowed to see Anthony again," I said as I headed towards the car.
Zain quickly opened the door for with another polite bow of his head. It hadn’t been that long ago, but heading back to the mansion brought so excitent, as if there was sothing for to look forward to. However, when I recalled Diana’s words from earlier, I wasn’t so sure if I wanted to face the upset version of Bradon.
...
It didn’t take long to settle into Bradon’s mansion again. Everything was just as I had left it, and it made feel as if I had never left. Everyone and everything seed to welco back with open arms. For a mont, it made feel like I had returned ho for the first ti in a very long ti. To stop myself from thinking of Bradon and what I should say to him when he returns ho later that evening, I took a long and restful warm bath.
However, as ti ticked by and evening turned to late night, I figured out that there was no need for to fear facing Bradon while he was still upset. Although I was pretty sure that it was nothing more than a misunderstanding or sothing brought about by Anthony’s confusion from having just woken up from his coma, I still wasn’t sure how to explain it to Bradon. On top of that, there was always that chance that Diana and I had simply misunderstood the source of Bradon’s distress and discomfort.
"Maybe it’s sothing else entirely..." I mumbled to myself.
I would certainly look like a fool if I raised this issue to Bradon just to have him tell that I had gotten it all wrong. Despite my fears, I waited up for him in the living room until past midnight.
"Shall I give Master Bradon a call?" Zain suggested respectfully.
"There’s no need to. He’s probably busy with work..." I replied.
"It is getting quite late. What about you head to bed first?" Zain suggested with a worried look on his face.
"You’re right. There’s probably no point in waiting for soone who’s not going to co ho," I replied before letting a yawn slip past my lips.
"I’m certain that sothing of grave importance is holding him back at work. He will be back tomorrow," Zain quickly defended his master, although there was no need to.
"Good night," I replied simply as I stood up from the sofa.
That night, when I went to bed, I had a disturbing dream that wasn’t entirely good or bad. It would be going too far to call it a nightmare, yet at the sa ti, it gave a very mixed and confused feeling when I woke up. It wasn’t so surprising that I dreamt of Anthony, because I was undoubtedly thinking of him and worrying about him even after he had regained consciousness.
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