Chapter 52: Chapter 52

"As much as I enjoy you staring at me, your boss is really heavy, and I'll really appreciate it if you help me."

I gave Theo a disgusted look, which he laughed off.

Despite the chilling temperature of the night, I stepped outside and walked towards them. My nose wrinkled when the rancid scent of alcohol reeked from Garren.

"Garren has a high alcohol tolerance, but no man on earth would be able to stand still after twenty bottles of vodka," Theo blurted out while we're carrying Garren upstairs.

He keeps on wobbling that gives us a hard time. He's also muttering gibberish that is really painful to the ears.

I'm not getting paid enough for this. Most definitely, I don't recall having to take care of a inebriated man as part of my job description as a nanny.

"Why did he even consume liquor that he couldn't handle?"

"Hear! Hear! This bastard should be thankful that he has me," Theo responded, tooting his own horn that made me laugh.

We resumed walking and are now on our way to Garren's room.

Garren needs to consider putting an elevator in this palatial mansion. I'm pretty sure he has all the means to do so. My legs are already quivering.

After decades of tribulation, we reached Garren's room at last. I opened the door, and Theo carried his friend inside.

We both let out a sigh of relief the moment we dropped him on the bed.

"That was tough. Carrying a drunk man isn't a piece of cake," Theo grunted while flexing his arms.

I, on the other hand, am busy roaming my eyes around the nooks and crannies of Garren's room. This is the first time that I've been here.

The walls are painted black, white, and gray, which gives off a cool yet cozy ambience. Well, at least it's not all black. That's what I imagined before because it complements his dark personality.

That thought made me laugh.

At the top of Garren's bed, there's a huge abstract painting. I don't know what that is, but it looks just like a haphazard series of squiggles and splashes.

On the left side of his bed is a round glass table, two single couches, and a long couch. There's also a huge brown shelf with different books.

No wonder Claudette told me that his brother was a top student back then. He probably consumes books as if his life depends on them.

The curtains on the right side of his bed are slightly opened, and I can see the reflective glass walls and the door, which leads to the balcony.

His room, undeniably, looks nice.

"Hey! Are you even listening to me?"

I jolted when Theo shouted. "W-What?"

He huffed. "I was blabbering here, and it turned out that I was just talking to the air."

I flashed an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry. What is it that you're saying again?"

He shook his head. "Forget about it."

He doesn't look upset at all that I wasn't paying attention to him, so I let it ago.

"Anyway, I have to go now. I badly want to sleep already." He yawned.

"Uh, don't you want to just spend the night here? The guest room is empty. I'm sure Garren will understand if you sleep here," I hesitantly offered.

Garren might get mad at me for making such a decision without telling him. Athough Theo is his friend, that man is unpredictable as hell, so I'm really hoping that he refuses.

"Thanks but no thanks. I can't sleep if it's not in my own house."

Thank goodness. That relieved me.

"If you insist. But you can still drive, right? It's pretty late already."

He nodded. "Yup! Don't worry about me."

Garren and he are the complete opposites of each other. Theo seems like a chill and humorous guy, while the latter is literally the depiction of gloom. I wonder how they became friends.

"Bye, Cleo!"

I waved my hand as Theo walked down the stairs. I offered to accompany him outside, but he said that I didn't have to.

When he was finally out of sight, I turned my attention back to Garren. I frowned seeing his uncomfortable position. Half of his body is on the floor already, and the other half is on the bed.

I could just leave him here because it's not even my duty to take care of him. And he doesn't even deserve a bit of concern from me. I already did enough helping his friend carry him up here.

But my conscience won't let me sleep if I do that. So I just found myself near his bed and trying to put him on a more relaxed situation.

I was complaining while trying to put his legs back on the bed. It isn't a cinch, I'm telling you.

"I should've asked Theo to help me with this."

I puffed out a heavy breath when, at last, I managed to move his right leg on the bed. It's a good thing that he isn't getting awakened though I'm almost violently pushing him.

He's so intoxicated that I guess he won't even wake up if I punch him with full vigor.

But contrary to what I was thinking, while I was pulling his left leg, he suddenly budged. I stopped for a while, contemplating whether I should stop because I don't want him to catch me doing this.

Despite the fact that I'm not even doing anything bad, who knows what would've been in that vitiriolic mind of his?

Fortunately, he stopped moving after a while and went back to sleeping soundly.

That was my cue to continue what I'm doing so I can finally leave his room. But then again, the unexpected happened.

Garren suddenly opened his eyes. His arms sneakily moved and snaked around my waist, and the next thing I knew, we changed position and I'm now beneath him.

I was caught off-guard that I forgot how to breathe.

"Y-You..."

His voice sounds hoarse and raspy.

I tried pushing him away, but despite his vulnerable state, my strength is still no match for his. He caught my hands and placed them over his chest. I can feel the fast beating of his heart on my palm.

"Get off of me!"

Once again, I attempted to break free from his grasp, but he didn't even badge. Instead, he pinned me harder to the bed. Then a smile eventually crept between his lips.

Strange as it may sound, I didn't find it sinister, but rather full of fondness.

Garren's bloodshot eyes locked themselves into mine. I wanted to look away, but those beautiful pair of orbs froze me into place. They seem to tell the tales of the bluish sky.

I never noticed before that his eyes have a color of sapphire. I feel like I'm staring at a clear blue water swimming with sun-lit currents while we're looking at each other.

I was snapped out of my reverie when all of a sudden, he began running his fingers through my hair.

"Gorgeous... So fucking gorgeous."

I swallowed the lump in my throat. I tried to speak, but no words came out of my mouth.

What the hell is happening to this man? Has he lost his sanity?!

Suddenly, his eyes that were gleaming with adoration, softened. My brows furrowed when I perceived sadness in those two orbs.

"P-Please stop t-talking to him."

Despite him slurring almost all the words, I still managed to understand them. But I wish I hadn't... because what the fuck?!

Cleo's words suddenly rang in my system

"Because he likes you."

My body felt weak. Was she right the whole time? But why didn't I notice that?! None of Garren's actions could make me believe that he likes me.

For crying out loud, he's the worst when it comes to me!

I just want to close my eyes and run away from this place so I can no longer hear what he's about to say, but my efforts to struggle against him are futile.

When I thought that the situation where I'm imprisoned could not be any worse, Garren lowered his head. Now I can't see anything but his face.

I can feel my heart thumping loudly inside my chest. The proximity of our lips is suffocating me, taking every fragment of my sanity.

The room suddenly became narrow. The temperature have skyrocketed. My body seems burning. I feel like I will catch a fever any moment.

Shit. Shit. Shit. What the fuck is wrong with him?!

I already lost count of how many curses I've screamed inside my head.

"Y-You're making me..." he whispered, his hot breath fanning against my skin.

I tightly closed my eyes when our lips were already an inch from each other. The already erratic beating of my heart increased tenfold. I lost all my strength to fight back.

Damn it.

"You're making me feel so fucking jealous... Celestine."

When our lips were about to touch, his eyes suddenly shut, and his head fell right beside me. The next thing I heard, he's already snoring.

My mind stopped functioning for a couple of minutes. I was just blankly staring at the white ceiling.

What the fuck? What the actual fuck? What in godforsaken hell just happened?

I couldn't process everything that happened. It's throwing me into the deepest trench of shambles.

But at the same time, I feel at ease. At least I know now that what I was thinking earlier was wrong. He's not referring to me. He wasn't thinking of me while saying those words.

It was Celestine all along. Tonight, I proved the hunch that I had back then that he might still be in love with his fiance is true.

Perhaps the spirit of alcohol in his system compelled him to speak out what his heart has been yearning to say. He was probably bottling those emotions for a very long time.

And since I was in his room when the alcohol kicked in, I was dragged along with this madness.

But the question is... why was he dreaming of some jealous bullshit?

I shook my head and dispelled that though. I can't deal with any more stress.

I pushed Garren aside, not minding if it would wake him up. I stood up and looked at him for a couple of seconds before turning my back. I didn't waste any time and stormed out of his room.

I regret attempting to help him. I should have just minded my own business and gone along with Theo when he left.

When I reached my room, I let my body fall on the mattress and closed my eyes. It didn't take that long for my eyelids to feel the body.

I feel exhausted. I've had enough of this day.