Chapter 32: Chapter 32

I was skeptical the next morning. I intentionally got out of bed late because I don't know if I still have the face to show him after what happened last night.

I shut my eyes and groaned at the memory of last night. I dug my own grave on that one. I regret going down to get some milk. It didn't do anything good to me anyway. I still couldn't sleep. I was awake until five in the morning. What I had was just a simple three-hour nap. And I refused to get out of bed until it was already nine in the morning.

I sighed and lazily dragged my feet downstairs when I heard Jeff's voice.

"What do you mean they trespassed?" he is practically yelling but in a controlled voice. Even from meters away, I can sense that he's angry at whoever is speaking to him on the phone. "What?! Fine. I'll go there later today."

I silently walked down the stairs and hid behind the wine bar. Jeff is in the kitchen, their left hand on his waist while the other is holding the phone. He's dressed in a black sleeveless shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants. My eyes were fixed on his arms. The way his muscles flex every time he moves makes me question my sanity for questioning his sexuality last night.

That was just too stupid.

But then, I wonder if he went jogging a while ago. It's nine but he usually goes out to jog at four. Well, I guess not. He was up until dawn last night.

I bit my lip as I watched him on the phone. His brows are furrowed and his jaw is clenched tightly. "I will be there before lunch," he said before letting out a harsh breath. "Tell her I'll be with her tonight."

My eyes widened. Who's her? He told me he doesn't have a girlfriend. So who is that girl he'll be spending the night with? A fling? A friend with benefits?

I gasped. I had a stigma on rich bachelors but I have never thought that he would be that kind of person but I guess not. But then, I don't want to start speculating again. Besides, why would that matter to me anyway? From what I have known, he's a kind man. I don't want to think of other things about him now.

"Yes, I'll sleep in tonight. Don't worry. I'll see the end of this," he uttered in a voice filled with a warning before hanging pp. He let out a heavy breath as he kept his phone in his pocket before massaging the bridge of his nose. "Idiots," he hissed before going back to the dining table.

He's already cooked breakfast and was already waiting for me? I saw him tapping his fingers on the table while occasionally looking at the stairs.

I suddenly felt guilty because he cooked breakfast for us and even waited for me before eating. I wonder how long has been since he wakes up. I wonder how long has it been since he finished cooking and started waiting for me.

I sighed hard and mustered all the courage I have to get out and show myself. He immediately turned in my direction when he heard my footsteps. He smiled weakly. "You woke up late today, he commented as he sat erect. "Come on. Let's eat," he offered, motioning for me to sit down and join him.

I nodded and carefully sat on my spot. He cooked pancakes today. In front of me were two different syrups-maple and chocolate. He also prepared a pitcher of orange juice. "Were you unable to sleep?" he asked while slicing his pancake.

I shook my head. "I slept good," I lied and I heard him

chuckle. I looked at him saw him smiling while his eyes are

focused on the pancake. "Why?"

He smirked and looked at me. "You're a terrible liar,

Andrea. Your eyes look tired. How would I even believe that?

you slept well?" He laughed again.

I frowned at him, even though I want to melt or evaporate right at this moment. What a failed lying attempt. "Are you sure you're okay? You can sleep the whole day anyway," he said. "I'll be gone today. I'll see if I can go home tomorrow.

I blinked. I did not expect him to tell me about his

errands so, I'm quite shocked. He's the house owner so he

can do whatever he wants.

He sighed. "I'm sorry to leave again. But if you have any concerns, just call me. I won't be out of the country this time. can come home immediately if something bad occurs." Maybe it's just me but his voice sounded like he's concerned about me.

I mentally shrugged the thought of it. I know where he's going. Not that it's my business, but he's going to spend the night with a woman. I can only imagine what could happen between a man and a woman overnight. I have watched too many movies about liberated love.

I smiled weakly and shook my head. "That's okay," I assured him. "I have managed to survive a week without you..." I trailed and paused because that just doesn't sound right. I cleared my throat. "I mean, I managed to survive a week alone here. So, you don't have to worry."

He narrowed his eyes at me before smiling widely. "But

still, if something happens, call me," he reminded me. "Don't

hesitate to call me, alright?"

I gulped hard because he said it with such a soft voice that triggered an unknown feeling in my system. I cleared my throat to gather my cool once again. "Yes, Jeff. Don't worry. Damn it. Even uttering his name sounds so awkward to me.

He stared at me intently before nodding. "I'll be here in a jiffy if a problem comes up," he said before we resumed eating with an awkward atmosphere.

Or maybe it's just me.

Jeff left before lunch. I was already cooking for his journey but he told me that he needs to go ahead. He looked he was in a hurry. Is he that excited to be with his man?

I sighed and sat on the couch with a bowl of Caesar salad. I made carbonara for lunch but I suddenly lost my appetite when I saw Jeff rushing out. He's only even wearing a simple shirt and a pair of jeans. He's too casual. Well, he doesn't need to be formal when she's going to strip them all off of her body anyway. I held my mouth and mentally scolded myself for the lewd thoughts. So what if he's getting laid tonight.

He probably missed it because he couldn't bring her here. Now

that I come to think of it, I'm his biggest cock-blocker. Because of me, he couldn't do all the things he is used to doing.

I sighed, Maybe I should leave soon.

I tried my hardest to not think about him anymore. What he does is his responsibility. I am out of it. I have more important things to think of, like my job applications.

I opened Jeff's computer and checked on my email to see if I have received a response from any of the jobs I had applied to. I was excited and nervous at the same time to check my email but when I already have, my heart sank when I saw ten new emails with rejection letters.

"We're sorry. We have already found another person fitter for the job."

"We apologize to have put up that ad even when we already have filled the spot.

"We are looking for someone with experience in the Job, Unfortunately, you're not the one we're looking for." You may apply to us again once you have gained the right amount of experience for the job."

I sighed hard and shut my eyes in frustration. I applied

to ten jobs and got a rejection for all of them? I scoffed and

cursed in my head.

"What an unlucky bitch."

Words I heard from Leinart and her crew came rushing back to my mind. They have always mocked me for being the omega's daughter. They have always made fun of me and my family. I have always thought they were wrong. One's social status doesn't hinder one's way to success.

But now, after reading all the rejection emails, maybe Leinart was right. I am an unlucky bitch.

I sighed hard and closed all the tabs. Since Jeff isn't around, I will just spend this day on the couch and watch random series or movies while eating a whole tub of ice cream. And that was what I did.

I was in the middle of crying because the man was about to die and leave the love of his life forever when my phone rang.

Hello." I immediately answered the call while still sobbing.

"Andrea? What happened?" Jeff's frantic voice was what I heard from the other line. "Why are you crying? Did something happen?"

I tried to stop all of my sobs before answering. "No, I was

watching something," I replied.

I heard him sigh from the other line. "That's a relief," he

mumbled "Have you eaten lunch?" I narrowed my eyes on the ice cream tub on my lap. Why is he asking me that now? Why is he calling me? Isn't he busy with her girl?

"Yes," I replied. "I cooked carbonara, remember?" I tried to sound lively. "Anyway, why are you calling? Don't you have an important thing to do?"

He was silent from the other line. "I just want to be sure that you're okay," he replied. "I won't be coming home tonight."

I pouted. "You already told me that." I deadpanned. "I already told you not to worry because I'll call you when something comes up.

So just focus on who you're doing "Wait, what?" he cut me off. My eyes widened, a little surprised by what came out of my lips too. My face heated in embarrassment and the thought of running away from here was the first thing that came into my mind. "What did you just say?"

I laughed awkwardly while I was mentally scolding myself, "Nothing!" I am really stupid. "I said, you should just focus on what you're doing. I'll see you when you come

home."

I could hear him smirking from the other line. "I'm not

doing anyone, Andrea," he said in a serious voice. "I won't be

doing someone else from this time on."

My lips parted. I don't understand why he's suddenly

bringing it up. And more so, why would he ask me what I said

C'mon he perfectly heard it in the first place? "Okay," I replied in a small voice. "You don't have to tell me," I stared at my hand while I felt my heartbeat accelerating for some unknown reason.

Jeff is my savior. He's the person I am so grateful for because, without him, I wouldn't know what would have happened to me in the forest. I would have been dead.

"But why do I feel like I am obliged to tell you?" he asked in a raspy voice. "Why do I feel like I need to make things clear for you for me to have my peace of mind?"

Blood immediately rushed to my cheeks. My heart was

beating in an annoyingly fast and irregular rhythm. I am sweating hard even with the centralized aircon on.

I clenched my fist and swallowed hard. My mind suddenly went blank. I suddenly don't know what to say. What do I say after hearing him tell me that?

"Hello?" he spoke again.

I pursed my lip and sighed hard. "I'm still here," I told

him. "But you should hang up. You have other important

things to do."

He was silent for a few seconds before letting out a heavy sigh. "I'll be back before you know it," he said softly.

"Don't forget to eat on time."

"Okay," I breathed before finally hanging up. I threw my phone on the other end of the couch as I held my beating heart. It's beating so loud that it's echoing in my whole system. I am doomed.