Chapter 83: Chapter 83

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The car halted and made me almost jump from my seat.

Outside the weather was not tempting, maybe a storm is about to come to divert our lives.

His eyes were still dark and captivating from that moment when I took him by surprise by doing what he didn't expect me to do.

To be honest I had to do anything to divert his mind and nothing is better than doing this.

He cleared his throat and unlocked his seat belt, I glanced outside and revised we were outside the hospital.

And what are we doing here?

Does he secretly want to kill me?

I didn't realise when he stepped outside and knocked on the window to ask me to come outside.

I sheepishly without thinking anything else opened the door but forget to realise that rain has made the road wet.

The muddy road was too wet and I lost my balance, I know I am going to fall hard on the ground to my butt.

Nevertheless, I didn't fall, he saved me from falling onto the muddy ground. The only dilemma between us is; that he is linked to my body and I cannot escape from his luscious stare.

I felt his hands on my buts,

And before something transpire between us in the middle of the dark road I need to stop him.

Therefore, I jerked his hand and asked him to finish as soon as possible I also need to go home to take care of my mother.

"What?" I blurted out when I found him staring at me sheepishly under his cold stare.

"Nevermind," he declared while walking in quick steps.

And I had to run while clutching the dress, I might fall hard on the ground again this time. The attire I was wearing is not comfortable enough to run wild on the muddy streets.

I realised he was on the other side of the world while I was tripping over under my sin.

"Blake the fucking Jensen!" I shouted at the top of my lungs to stop this bastard who didn't even glance at me again while walking.

Who didn't even glance to see if I am dead or I am alive?

The curse word reached his ears and then he looked back,

A smirk was on his face. For him, it was barely a distance to cross, perhaps I am too little in this big world.

Either he will come and walk with me or I am not doing anything to walk! That's it!

He rushed and in a second he was near me, his breath was heavy, he came running to me.

His deep eyes were glorious now under the moonlight, as they have been changing colours from grey to dark green.

I felt something turning in my stomach when I glanced at those piercing eyes again.

"Ashley Brooke! What is wrong with you?"

And when I saw it, I realised what was wrong with me. I was barefoot on the 6-inch deep mud.

The hem of my dress was already destroyed, it's not that I care, or I have ever cared about materialistic things but if I had to catch up with him I had to run and if I run I will fall on my butt this time, in fact much harder than before.

"I can't walk!" I whispered.

I was tired, my head started spinning suddenly as the whole world has been turned upside down and my heart was in trouble too when I felt his touch around my waist again.

His cold long fingers were fire on my body, as a shiver came rushing down my body and in a second I was in the air again.

He was carrying me in a bridal style, and I didn't do anything to stop him from not carrying me in his strong arms.

I was too exhausted to even utter a word, our eyes met for a second again and then everything went black.

***

It was a time of summer in April when I saw a huge building for the first time in my life.

I was with my mother, she was cleaning the door of a restaurant and I was a baby curled up near her.

I saw a tall building fir the first time, it was reaching up to the depth of the sky, melting my heart in the process, and maybe for a second at that moment I thought of flying high where it was written in bold letters, "Jensen's industries,"

I heard someone calling my name, a fresh droplet of water landed on my left cheek, then to my right then on my eyes but it stopped when I became determined to wake up!

"Are you fine?"

So maybe I have had a connection with him since childhood. Destiny and its game of changing everything.

"Here, take this!" He extended his hand while holding a glass of milk.

"What? I am not drinking it!"

I am not going to drink milk in any condition, I hate it!

"You have to!"

Why is he so determined to make me drink it?

Wait for a second? Was it all his plan to take me here so that he can give me poison in this glass of milk?

Was he certainly going to give me evidence or was he playing with my mind as he always perpetrates?

"Ms Brooke, you have not eaten anything and because of that, you lost your consciousness. Therefore, if you want to be sane you have to at least drink a glass of milk while we are arranging for you to eat something,"

Oh yes, the realisation hits me when my empty stomach growled for the first time in its lost temptation.

He offered me again, and I grasped it gently with caution to not create any manifestation in his presence.

While was occupied drinking, he got up to talk with the doctor and his staff.

Of course, being the billionaire, his name was enough for them to do what he was asking them to do. And in a second they ran from one side to another to obey the rules made by him.

I was already down with the glass of milk and was about to get up when his eyes fell on me.

His eyes were mischievous once again, and a tint of laughter was on them and if that was not enough to make my blood boil he was smirking too with all in his glory.

"What is wrong with you!" I was disgruntled with his behaviour. It was obvious that he was trying to control his laugh.

"You have a moustache on your face,"

He shrugged his shoulders.

"Moustache?"

How can I have a moustache on my face?

Without even giving me any hint of his presence he closed the distance between us with two long strides.

He took out a handkerchief from his jean pocket to stare at me once again.

"What?"

Why is he functioning like a stranger?

What occurred to the real Blake Jensen?

"Clean it!"

"But h-

Before I could say something he shut me up by doing what he was asking me to do.

And in that heated moment, I realised the doctor was waiting there for us.

" Mr Jensen, here are the documents which you asked for and here is the clip of that day when Mr Stewart visited this hospital!"

He showed me the reports of my mother about a month ago, the strange fact that was possible to catch is they were normal and the report exactly after a month had too much on them.

Then he showed us a clip where it was visible that Mr Stewart came to this hospital, he was giving money to the doctor; he was bribing him.

So he purposely planned everything to make my mother more ill.

But for what?

If he wanted to snatch something valuable from Mr Jensen, he would have simply done something to his wealth.

But he didn't do anything, he didn't steal money, and neither did he take any interest in his properties.

What he can get by making a plan like this? Which belong to no one but me and my mother?

But then again life came all in a circle when I saw on the television about the shares of Jensen industries, they were the lowest and the shares of Stewart's were the highest.