Take Me Away novel Chapter 119

The fitting room was bigger than what Fiona had imagined it to be.

She then turned around, intending to take the dress from the shop assistant. The assistant, however, shook her head and made her way into the fitting room before gesturing to Fiona to follow her in.

Fiona frowned. While she knew the assistant wouldn't understand what she would say anyway, but she still went ahead and said, "I want to change my clothes myself. Please go out." As expected, the shop assistant didn't understand what she said. Charles, on the other hand, did. This was the first time Fiona experienced having a saleswoman accompany her inside the fitting room. 'Why is she doing this?' she thought to herself. 'Charles must have asked this girl to do what she is doing!'

And indeed, when the assistant sensed some annoyance from Fiona, she looked at Charles in a bid to understand what was happening.

Charles slowly walked towards Fiona and said, "You will be trying on so many clothes. It's just not convenient for you to dress yourself. If you let her help you, we will save a lot of time."

Fiona rolled her eyes. "I can do it myself," she said, her voice emotionless. "I really do not need her help."

"Don't be childish, Fiona." Charles' voice reeked of authority and danger.

Fiona wasn't fazed by Charles' demeanor. "Well then, forget it. I won't buy any of these. I don't like them anyway." Without taking a look at all the pretty clothes prepared for her, she turned around and headed towards the door.

"Stop!" Charles suddenly roared, his face showing a pained expression—he looked like he wanted to be angry at Fiona but he couldn't. After a long pause, he took a deep breath and said resignedly, "Okay, you win. Go inside and try the clothes on yourself."

After that, he went to the shop assistant and explained what had happened.

The shop assistant just nodded politely to everything Charles was telling her. After their little talk, she neatly hung everything on the rack, bowed to Fiona, and left.

A small smile spread on Fiona's lips. She appreciated Charles' quick resolve. With that, she started walking back, but before she could, he blocked her way. He closed the gap between them and caressed her face with his left hand. "I can't do anything that will upset you, Fiona," he whispered. "I'm pretty sure a smile from you is all it takes for me to go and do whatever you want me to."

He then looked deep into her eyes. Without a warning, he pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly. In a gentle voice, he said, "Fiona, as long as you're with me, I promise to give everything your heart desires."

Fiona's mind instantly went blank. The moment she realized that what Charles said seemed like a heartfelt confession, her muscles became stiff and she felt like she could not move. Hell, she didn't even know how she walked into the fitting room.

When she came to, she found herself standing in front of a mirror, a light pink chiffon dress in her hand. She sighed deeply and went ahead and started changing her clothes.

However, just as she was about to unbutton her top, she saw a figure of a man suddenly pop up behind her in the mirror.

"Ahhh!" Fiona felt her heart race faster than ever before. Before she was able to scream for help, however, the man already had his hand over her mouth, effectively muffling whatever she was going to say.

"Don't scream," the man whispered. "It's me!"

The voice sounded extremely familiar to Fiona's ears and so she quickly turned her head around to see who it was.

Indeed, it was someone she knew: Spencer! The expression on her face changed dramatically, and her heart now was thumping because of excitement and disbelief. Spencer had lost so much weight. There were also dark circles around his eyes, which suggested that he hadn't been sleeping well, and unkempt stubble on his chin and above his lips.

She wanted to say something, but someone suddenly knocked on the fitting room's door. "Fiona, are you alright?" asked Charles from the other side of the door.

Fiona's heart skipped a bit and her eyes widened. "Nothing," she said, trying to sound nonchalant. "I'm trying on clothes, don't mind me!"

"Okay then," Charles replied. "Call me if you need any help."

"Okay!" Fiona had to take a deep breath to calm down. After her heart rate came down to normal, she looked Spencer in the eye and started tearing up.

"You look thinner."

"You look thinner."

The two of them spoke at the same time. Huge smiles started spread on their lips, and before they knew it, they were already kissing passionately.

Feeling Spencer's body so close to hers once again made Fiona so emotional that tears started streaming down her face.

She had missed him so much.

The kiss they shared was full of passion, love, yearning, and guilt. While this was all happening, a part of Spencer's mind was focused on something different: Charles.

Initially, he thought that Charles took Fiona in order to threaten him. But then with everything that had transpired today, it was clear that Charles had no intention of doing that—he just wanted Fiona to be his! Spencer would not allow it, even if it meant laying his life on the line!

There was nothing in the world he wouldn't do in order to make sure that he was the one who would hold and kiss Fiona like this until the end of time. But when he remembered the kind of situation they were currently in, he knew that he had to let the love of his life go for now.

He tried to savor the moment, but when he felt Fiona's tears, he couldn't help but feel sad inside. Slowly, he let go of her lips and gently took her beautiful face in his hand. As he looked deep in her eyes, he wiped her tears away with his finger while whispering, "Please, baby. Don't cry. I beg you."

His comforting words, however, only made Fiona cry even harder. All the emotions Fiona had bottled over the last few weeks were pouring out of her. She felt happy, sad, euphoric, depressed, relieved, and scared at the same time. Everything was overwhelming her, and so she wrapped her arms around Spencer tightly, buried her head in his chest, and cried silently.

Spencer felt helpless because he knew he couldn't do anything to make Fiona feel better. With a deep breath, he just hugged her back as tight as he could, and then planted a kiss on the top of her head. Even for a moment, he felt that everything was all right in the world.