Chapter 101: Chapter 101

• •• Andrew POV ¶¶ • ••

I desire to go back home to Grace telling her how much I'm sorry. Yet I don't find the courage too. I feel very ashamed of my self.

”Will Grace understand?.”

"How could I be so foolish to leave Grace on her own in such a difficult moment?. I could do better than that!."

Now I feel horrible and I don't think Grace will forgive me for this. She has all the right.

More to this, I don't think I will be able to stand her presence. I still have this weird feeling.

What I know for sure is that I love her. I need her by my side. However, I won't go back home, not for now because now I'm so angry with nature and everything. I don't want to hurt her any further or any other person with my bad mood.

So it's better I stay here for the good of everyone.

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•• • Grace POV ¶¶ • ••

It's been two days home now and I haven't set my eyes on Andrew. This is getting weird.

My mother has gone back home, back to my father. I'm home lonely with his mum and the maids. This isn't what I want for me.

I realize how sick and worried Andrew's mum is about his absence. However, she doesn't want to bother me with worries so she keeps it to herself.

It's better that way. I love that!. I keep pretending like I'm not noticing her worries and this kind of break my heart. I make sure not to stay beside her for long.

I spend my days locked up in my room watching the ceiling or TV at times. The maids and the guard are still there to ensure my security. I was damn happy to see the maid alive. I thought Jordan had killed her that night.

Anytime she cooks, she brings the food to my room with any other thing I ask for. She's efficient.

I try eating sometimes but I have no appetite too. I don't insist.

I watch TV and listen to music and cry most of the times. I battle so hard not to bother about Andrew's whereabouts. Thou it keeps popping into my mind.

”He has to come back to me with apologies!.”

I tell myself

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A few days pass by...

It's been about a week now since we left the hospital. I remind myself.

Andrew’s mum keeps her worries to herself until she can't anymore. Then she moves to me.

I am in my room reading a novel.

{ Knocks on my door!.}...

"Grace, it's me!."

Andrew's mum states.

I frown at sound of her voice as I sluggish step out of my bed and move to the door.

"What does she want?."

I ask my self. I don't answer as she knocks, I simply open the door.

"Oh, thank you, I thought you weren't going to open the door."

She gets relief as she exclaims.

I move back to my bed as she speaks.

She keeps speaking while following me to the bed.

I climb, a seat on the bed, she takes a seat too.

"Sorry for bothering you. I know that you won't be happy with what I will say but you need to understand that Andrew is my child and I'm really bothered about him as well as I'm about you!."

She slow examples

I don't answer her. I keep staring at my book like no one is talking. This makes it very uncomfortable for her. She knows that I'm trying to forget about Andrew for the main time. Yet she brings it up.

"I know you are still in pain but please, Grace I will love you to tell me. I mean to indicate anywhere you think that Andrew can be?."

She begs

I don't reply.

"Just make a list of the places where I can find him and I will go there myself. I just need to know that my son is alive."

She explains.

I understand her!.

I close the book and I direct my stare to her.

"His name just irritates me!. Nevertheless, Mum, don't bother I will try and help you!."

I exclaim.

"Thank you Grace, it's all I'm asking for!."

She perks my forehead, with that, she leaves my room.

I feel her pains as a mother. Yet, I don't want to do anything for Andrew, or anything that concerns him. I lay in bed unable to close my eyes.

Suddenly, I start remembering all the nice times I and Andrew hard, the love we shared...

”Grace, that is the past concentrate on your present!.”

I tell myself, trying to fight against my feelings.

I sense Andrew's soft, long fingers exploring my naked skin.

Then, boom!.

I see, Andre and I walking in the park with our baby in my arms. I love what I see.

Without realizing it, I get back into reality and as usual reality hurts!. A reality without my baby. Intractable effortlessly tears rushes down my cheeks.

”Andrew, where the hell, are you?.

I cry. I need him by my side. I can't be lying to my self anymore.

Yet I don't know where Andrew is!.

”I can't stay a day without him by my side!.”

This hurts my heart.

”Where can you be?.”

I wonder. Then I remember "the club". I guess it's his only private spot in this town.

Without wasting any time.

I step out of the room with my short night ware gown, not a transparent gown but really a short short and I pick a little handbag with my phone and car keys in.

I move down the stairs passing through the leaving room to reach downstairs.

”Grace, where are you going to?.”

Andrew’s mum tries to stop me in vain.

I keep moving straight into my car. As the gateman sees me, he rushes and opens the gate for me.

”It's not saved for you to drive in this condition!.”

She yells.

I bang the car door at her words and I drive out of the house. Straight to the club.

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I move into the club with my access card and mask on. I try to move into the private sector, but I'm being denied access to the luxurious private site. I get hostile and I hit the guards. The guard carries me above the ground level to throw me out.

”Leave me alone. I'm his fiancee, you can call the bastard and tell him that Grace is here!.”

I keep battling and hitting the guard them to phone the room but it doesn't seem to move him.

They threaten to take me out of the club itself.

”Take your filthy hands off me or I will report all this to your superior!.”

I get stop fighting but I keep yelling at them but the music is loud.

I get calm and they listen to me. They call Andrew as I asked.

”Let her in!.”

Andrew Answer the call.

With that, I'm led in.

”I swear, I'm going to kill you, Andrew!.”

I groan as I move through the corridor to his room.

His door isn't locked. I push the door and I get in.

I find him lying in bed.

”OMG, this room stinks!.”

I scream as a very bad rotten egg smell hit my nostrils. I run a quick glance around the home.

I see Andrew lying in bed like a mad man. He doesn't look like he gots all his faculties.

Immediately rushes to him, he seats up on the bed as he hears my footstep. His head, mind, and soul are full of regrets and grief.

”What are you doing to your self!.”

I slap him for leaving me all alone this time.

”I needed you by side!.”

I tell at him.

He looks very weak like he hasn't bathed and eaten for months.

”Sorry, Grace!.”

He wearily retorts in a very low tone.

I unexpectedly slap him again. Like a reflex act.

He doesn't react. He keeps his glance fixed on me.

”Do you want to kill yourself and leave me alone?.”

I keep yelling at him.

He seems very happy to see me, but his emotions aren't clear enough for me to infer anything. He is so miserable.

All I see is a very vulnerable, fragile man.

I couldn't even imagine seeing Andrew in such a posture. It's embarrassing. I can't believe it.

”Thanks for coming!.”

He tightly yanks me in his arms,

I'm still very mad at him.

”Forgive me!”

I feel his tears dropping on my shoulders, rushing down my back like a precipitate and it soaks my dress. This melts my heart.

OMG, He has a very bad order.

I see rotten food all over the room.

”You need a bath!.”

I get off his arms and I begin to remove all his dresses, he helps me in removing them.

Then I take him into the bath. I'm standing by the side with my short light night staring at him.

”Come here!. I don't want you away from me!.”

He drags me under the shower with him.

”Oh, no!.”

I shout, but it's too late, I'm all soaked already.

He gently shift me closer to his naked wet skin. And he stares at me straight into my eyes.

I shy away from his glance. He insist. I fall for it.

”I missed you!.”

He whispers as he kisses my forehead and clenches me tight into his arms as the water from the shower rushes down on us.

After, we step out of the shower.

He still looks tired, but now he is more of a human being and I love that.

We move to the bedroom. He dresses while I put on one of his big T-shirts. I persuade him until we move out of the room to the bar to have some drinks and for him to change air.

I need to get his room very clean. So I made us vacate to the bar.

He is quietly sad in the bar. So quite that it scared me. I wake up and sat on his labs. He smiled and clenched me tight.

“I LOVE YOU GRACE!.”

He kissed me.

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