Take Me Away novel Chapter 19

Time flew by. More than half a month had passed and the deadline of the jewelry design competition approached. She found herself forgetting to eat or drink in favor of completing the design.

The necklace comprised three complex black threads twisted into a braided chain. At the end lay an obsidian pendant encased with a lifelike dragon miniature. She called this necklace the Dragon.

Unfortunately, Fiona had been too busy with the design that she'd lost track of time. She'd just sent a digital version of the design to ZR Company's email when she'd taken a look at the clock.

Rushing to the hospital, she headed towards Wayne's ward. Once she got there, she smiled at him and said, "Grandpa, I'm sorry for being late."

"Oh, Fiona, you're here!" Wayne was reading a newspaper when he heard her call out. "You're not late, you're right on time. Thank you for coming here every day."

"It's no big deal." Fiona shook her head and smiled. "Time to eat, Grandpa."

"Okay." Wayne nodded. "Has Spencer contacted you recently?"

"No," replied Fiona gently, shaking her head.

Wayne sighed, displeased with his grandson's behavior. "He's too focused on his work and forgets everything when he is busy. When he comes back, I will have a good talk with him. Don't worry about it."

"It's okay, Grandpa. I understand." Having no contact with him was probably for the best.

"It's been almost a month. I expect he'll be back soon. How about you two live together after he comes back? It will help you get closer to one another."

Fiona froze and didn't know how to respond to that. Wayne was the one who bought her this house. Did she really have the right to refuse? But she really didn't want to live together with Spencer.

"Fiona, didn't you promise me you'll be working hard on your relationship with Spencer and getting pregnant as soon as possible? It doesn't matter if you're going to college. When you get married, I'll let everyone in M City know that you're a member of Cheng family."

Fiona was at a loss with what to say. A blush stained her cheeks in embarrassment. Agreeing to get pregnant were nothing but stalling tactics. 'What should I do, Spencer?' she cried inwardly.

"Fiona, should I take your silence as a yes?"

"What?" His words startled her back to the conversation they were having.

"Let Spencer live with you."

When she walked out of the hospital, she was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. She wasn't on board with Wayne's plan, but she also couldn't turn him down. If she and Spencer got married, Wayne would keep a close eye on them. Would both she and Spencer be able to stand that?

At midnight The sudden noise coming from the living room forced Fiona out of her sleep.

She bolted upright in fear. How could anyone be out in the living room when she'd made sure to lock up tight before she'd gone to sleep? Was it a thief? A robber?

The heavy footsteps slowly approached her bedroom.

In the dark, Fiona could hear her heart beating at a crescendo. An idea occurred to her, and she immediately lay back in the bed, pretending she was asleep.

A thief wouldn't try to approach her.

The sound of a click warned her that someone opened her bedroom door. A glimmer of light appeared from the gap, hitting Fiona's eyes. Her eyelids couldn't help but jump up. Her entire body breaking into a cold sweat.

For a moment, there was no other sound except that of two people breathing. Fiona could feel the gaze of whoever had entered fixed on her.

"Fiona, are you asleep?"

A familiar male voice sounded in the quiet room. It was Spencer! Her eyes shot open and she turned to look at the man standing at the door.

"Spencer?" Fiona quickly sat up with her hands on the bed. She wasn't sure if she was more relieved or surprised to see him. "You scared me to death."

"Sorry, it's me." The clothes he wore were dirty, wrinkled, and crusted in mud. His voice even sounded hoarse.

"You're back?" Turning on the lights in the room, Fiona was finally able to look into Spencer's face. It had been a month since they'd last seen one another. His skin seemed more tan, and he looked thinner. His face had become more angular.

With one hand propped against the door frame, he announced, "I'm hungry." His voice sounded tired and barely recognizable.

Hungry?

Taking a step forward, Fiona continued, "But why are you here? What am I supposed to do about that?"

Spencer looked at Fiona. She stood there in a sheer nightgown, its hemline resting just above her knees. His eyes raked over the soft hair that hung over her shoulders, her slender neck, delicate clavicles, to her slender legs. Even with the cute bear on her nightgown, he still found her enticing.

"Ahem!" He then looked away with a frown. "Grandpa drove me here. Since I'm hungry, you have to cook for me!"