Bedmates Soulmates novel Chapter 91

A Ghost From The Past 

Was she hallucinating? 

Gideon Garner. 

The thick eyebrows with a slight break near the end of the left one. 

he ever that. 

The eyes that were always twinkling with a mischievous glint, like he was plotting another leg–pull. 

The thin upper lip, slightly asymmetrical, and the full bottom lip that more than one girl in class had called kissable.” 

Gideon Garner, a ghost from the past. 

Kira couldn’t tear her eyes off him. 

She was trembling. 

Gideon finally saw her face. 

Her youthful, makeup–free, slightly pale face. 

It was a carbon copy of the face he’d last seen three years ago. 

alled 

Euphoria overwhelmed him; speech failed him. 

His body vibrated with excitement. 

Since he couldn’t talk, he could only hold on to her tighter. 

He finally found her. 

It was only three years, but it might as well have been three decades. 

Their eyes met. 

Kira’s bottom lip quivered. 

She wanted to say something, but her throat was parched and no sound came out. 

Gideon was about to take a step forward when a group of pedestrians cut through right in the middle of 

the two. 

He was forced to relinquish his hold on her wrist. 

He shoved against the crowd as he glimpsed Kira getting swept up by the throng of people. 

‘Kira!‘ he yelled. 

Kira, plunged into a sudden, fugue–like state, barely registered her surroundings. 

She let herself be carried along by the flood of pedestrians, getting pushed and pulled. 

Her head was buzzing, overloaded with memories of the past. 

She felt as if she was underwater, enclosed in an invisible bubble. 

No movement or sound could get through to her. 

When she finally came to, she had no idea where she was. 

The street did not look familiar. 

Kira ran her eyes over the crowd on the sidewalk. 

The familiar face had disappeared. 

Was it a dream? 

A hallucination? 

Gideon had left her years ago. 

She’d cut off all contact with him. 

How could he suddenly show up in the flesh? 

No, it was simply not possible. 

Kira massaged her temples with both hands. 

She hadn’t had a good night’s sleep for two days in a row. 

Che wa 

She was so tired, her mind was playing tricks on her. 

It was just a figment of her imagination, 

It had to be. 

However… 

It felt so real. 

Kira touched her right wrist. 

Some warmth still remained. 

Someone had grabbed her wrist. 

But was it Gideon? 

Kira wandered down the street aimlessly, mechanically putting one foot in front of the other. 

She didn’t know how far she’d gone and just kept going until her legs threatened to quit. 

There was a lump in her throat, and her heart felt as if it was stuffed with cotton balls. 

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overwhelming sadness overtook her, but she couldn’t put her finger on the cause. 

The day she walked in on Gideon in bed with her half–sister, it was over between the two of them. 

She was now Austyn’s wife, a married woman. 

Gideon was…a stranger. 

‘Snap out of it!‘ she patted her cheek. “You are seeing things!” 

After dinner with Giana, she was going to visit a pharmacy. 

Once she got home, she would swallow a handful of melatonin pills and sink into a long, dreamless sleep. 

When she woke up, she would forget all about this disturbing hallucination. 

‘Why are you hitting yourself?” 

A little girl had stopped in front of Kira. 

The five–year–old looked up at the strange adult, who kept slapping herself in the face. 

Her voice dragged Kira back to the present. 

The cacophony on the street came rushing back into her ears. 

Cars honking. 

Passers–by talking. 

A speaker outside a dollar store blaring out ‘Last Three Days! Moving Out Sale!’ 

Kira put down her hand and forced a smile. ‘I wasn’t hitting myself. I was swatting at a mosquito.” 

The girl looked sceptical, but she was led away by her mom before she could probe further. 

Two blocks away. 

Martin finally fought off a Mercedes for a place to park the car. 

He found Gideon roaming the streets, occasionally grabbing a woman’s arm to stop her and scrutinising 

her face. 

“Hey!” 

He would have gotten into trouble if the women hadn’t taken pity on his handsome face and his lost puppy look. 

“Young Master?” Martin hurriedly approached Gideon, concerned. 

He’d never seen Gideon lose his composure in such a public manner. 

“Martin.” Gideon seemed surprised to see his PA. “I found her…” 

“You mean, you found Miss Hewitt?‘ 

The look of concern changed to surprise. 

‘Yes.‘ Gideon closed his eyes and nodded. 

He could still see her face–eyes wide open with shock, lips parted as if she was about to say something. 

‘That’s excellent! Martin was thrilled for his young master. “You’ve finally found her after all these years! We should celebrate!‘ 

‘But I lost her. Again. A crowd pulled us apart 

Gideon scanned the pedestrians walking past him, pausing at the sight of every young woman. 

Tall ones, short ones. 

Plump ones, slim ones. 

Smiling ones, frowning ones. 

His Kira was not among them. 

Gideon clenched his hands into fists. ‘I found her, and will find her again. No matter what it takes!” 

Kira found her bearings and set off in the direction of the restaurant. 

The five–year–old girl’s question made her realise she was acting like a lunatic. 

The man must have been a Gideon lookalike. 

Not the real deal. 

“Use your head, Kira!” 

Gideon was gone from her life for years. 

A Ghod. From The Past 

He didn’t know where she lived. 

Nor did he have her number. 

He didn’t even know she was in Stamford. 

It couldn’t be him, and that was that. 

To rein in her out–of–control emotions and even wilder thoughts, she turned to her comfort game–Angry 

Birds. 

There was just something so pleasantly absorbing and deeply gratifying about pulling back the slingshot, taking aim, launching Red–the irate, wingless bird–and watching it destroy the annoying pigs. 

Kira joined the army of phone zombies. 

She didn’t notice a black car rolling to a stop in front of her.