Chapter 44
I looked at the ring on my finger and twirled it around aimlessly. It had been ten days, and I still wasn’t used to wearing it. Sometimes, I took it off and when I did, I felt so much better. There was a kind of commitment that came along with that ring, and I wasn’t ready for it. Not in the slightest
I sat in my office at the company, looking at the design in front of me. I wasn’t fond of it. Something was missing, but I didn’t know what. Usually. I drowned myself in work to keep my mind off overthinking, but I couldn’t do it today.
I saw the way Matt smiled when he took a glimpse of the ring on my finger, and it killed me that I wasn’t as happy as he was. In some way, I felt like I was being unfaithful to him.
While I was examining the design in front of me, my telephone started ringing. I reached for it and answered. “Hello, I absentmindedly answered.
“Miss Eddings. Mr. Kensington is here and he would like to see you, Destiny, my personal assistant, said.
“Which Kensington?” I wondered.
“Mr. Julian Kensington,” she replied. Of course, it would be him. Why would his dad come to see me?
“Let him in.” I told her and hung up. What was he doing here?
When Julian walked inside. I stood up. He looked good in his dark grey suit. Why did he look better than the fi
back?
Julian, it’s good to see you,” I politely said, extending my hand to shake it with his
first time I saw him when I first came
“I love the place. It looks good” he commented as his eyes travelled around the office while shaking my hand.
“Thank you.” The two of us sat down and out of the blue, my mind attacked me with memories of us together when I used to work at his company and he was my CEO. He used to call me in his office just to spend some time with me. On a lot of occasions, he used to surprise me with lunch.
We were happy.
We were happy despite a lot of things.
We were happy until he decided to believe some
me pictures over me.
“Would you like to drink something?” I offered, but he shook his head. “So… to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?” 1 wondered, looking at him. I didn’t remember him telling me that he was going to v
visit.
He was about to say something, but his eyes fell on my hand and he closed his mouth. I looked at where he was staring and noticed what caught his attention. The ring.
“Congratulations,” he muttered, looking away. Did he think that. Even if I was truly engaged, he didn’t have the right to be mad or upset. I once was his girl, but that had ceased to be a long time ago,
“Thanks.” I said, flexing my hand. Was 1 being petty? Yes. Part of me wanted to hurt him the way he hurt me. Another part felt bad for him, because I saw the pain on his face.
“I came here to give you something.” he said. When he first walked in. I didn’t notice the blue file he had with him, but I did now.
“What’s this?” I asked in confusion.
He was about to answer, but our conversation got cut by his phone and I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. Why did his presence
make me nervous?
“What? What hospital? Is she okay?” I gave him my full attention. Worry was evident all over his face. “I’m coming!” Quickly, he hung up and I watched as he stood up. Something about his posture didn’t seem right, which made me stand up.
“What’s going on?” I asked, approaching him. He was trying to escape my eyes as he kept looking everywhere but me. When I noticed how shaky his hands were, I frowned. “Julian, talk to me.”
“She… she’s not okay. She’s been taken to the hospital,” he stutters, finally turning to look at me. His face was a little bit pale and his eyes were wide with horror. I had never seen him in that state before. I didn’t know what to do, so I just reached for his hands and firmly held them in mine. That was my first time to hold his hand like that ever since my return.
“Who are you talking about?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm even though his state was making me panic.
Hammered. His chest was rising and falling quickly and the tremble of his hands was increasing over time.
nokay, we will go to the hospital and check on her. I just need you to take a deep breath. Can you do that?” He was having a panic attack 1
with me.
“Alright, please find me something green in
“Y–your eyes,” he muttered as his eyes were fixated on mine. I expected him to mention the plant I had in one of the corners, but my eyes would
- do.
“Great. Now tell me when your birthday is.” I planned on making the questions a bit harder to force his mind to focus.
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