Chapter 11

Chapter 11

BLAIRE

Sebastian was glaring at me when we reached the elevator going up to

the lobby of the hospital. I was avoiding his eyes while trying to

suppress the smile that threatened to escape my lips. Whenever I

remember the look. on his face the moment I stepped on the gas, I

can’t hold back my smile.

“You think it’s funny, Blaire?” He asked irritatedly. His gaze bore a

sharp, piercing intensity as he stared at me.

“Yeah, itis,” I replied, bearing a sweet and sarcastic smile. He

responded by rolling his eyes at me. I squinted my eyes. “Why do you

get to threaten to punish me whenever I roll my eyes at you and I don’t

when you're the one who does it?" I asked, raising my eyebrow.

He chuckled before slowly taking the distance between us. The

elevator is huge, but it suddenly becomes tight for the two of us. My

feet automatically take a step back until my back hits the elevator wall.

He leaned forward and put his hands on the handrail, encaging me in

between his strong, muscular arms.

“Why, do you also want to make me scream in pleasure?” he asked,

almost whispering while our faces were inches away from one another.

I hitched my breath as my eyes were fixed on his sweet, luscious lips.

But before desire took over my sanity, I quickly pushed him as hard as I

could. He then immediately put a distance between us.

“In your dreams,” I told him, brushing off the heat that's starting to crawl

to my b*dy as he teased me.

He smiled and said, “Oh, I am dreaming about it, love.”

I was thankful when I heard the elevator door ring. I don't think I can

stand spending another minute with him in that tight elevator. Once the

door opened, I immediately walked out without looking back. From the

parking lot, we need to take another elevator to the top floor, where my

father’s room was located. I practically ran towards the elevator when I

saw that it was almost closing. I wanted to ride a different elevator so I

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wouldn't have to share the same tight space with Sebastian again.

Despite us struggling with a huge debt above our heads, my father still

gets the best medical care he needs thanks to Sebastian's help. If I had

any other choice, I wouldn't choose to ask for help from him.

Unfortunately, he’s all I have. We have no place to stay and no money

in our pockets. All our assets were frozen since my father used them as

collateral. Though I'm thankful for everything that Sebastian did for us.

I'm worried that we might pull him into this mess as well. People who

were after my father might go after him if he continues to associate

himself with us.

When I entered the elevator, I saw him trying to run after the elevator. I

pressed it already so it would close faster, but I failed. He managed to

put his arm in between the elevator door, preventing it from closing. I

can feel his heated gaze towards me when he manages to enter the

elevator. I looked at him everywhere, but he avoided eye contact while

pretending as if it weren't my intention to leave him.

I moved to the corner of the elevator to make way for the other people

who were trying to get in and to put some distance between us as well.

But he immediately follows me and stands beside me in the corner. It

feels like the longest elevator ride I have ever taken in my whole life, as

if, with each passing time, the spaces between us become tighter.

I was tapping my shoes against the floor, trying to relieve the tension

that was engulfing my b*dy. People are squeezing themselves, trying to

get in. I found myself pressed tightly against the corner of the elevator. I

winced. when a man accidentally hit my chest with his elbow. He

quickly apologized when he noticed what happened. I just smiled since

I knew that he didn't really mean it.

I felt Sebastian's intense gaze when our eyes met. He looks pis sed,

and I don't understand the reason. With his clenched fist and tightened

jaw, he quickly positioned himself in front of me and imprisoned me in

between. his arms as if he were trying to protect me from the people

surrounding.

Us.

“Next time, we're taking the private elevator. Okay?” he said. He

sounded so pis sed.

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“There's a private elevator?” I asked in confusion. I thought this was the

only elevator going up.

“Your father is occupying the most expensive room in this hospital; of

course there will be a private elevator for that,” he answered.

“Oh, I had no idea,” I replied, shrugging my shoulder.

“You would if you waited for me and didn’t go ahead, trying to avoid

me,” he said irritatedly.

“Well, it's not my fault that you followed me here. You know there's a

private elevator. Why didn’t you take it instead of squeezing yourself

here?”

“I'll go wherever you go,” he answered while staring intently into my

eyes.

I gulped when my throat suddenly felt dry. I tried to avoid his eyes, but I

can still feel his intense gaze piercing into my soul. I hadn't noticed that

I had been holding my breath since then.

“Breathe,” he whispered. His warm and minty breath was brushing

against my face.

I clear my throat, trying to calm my nerves. I was finally relieved when

the door opened up and people inside started to get off one by one until

were the only ones left inside once again. This time, he maintains the

distance between us by taking the other corner of the elevator. We ge

the elevator silently when it finally opens up on our floor.

We remained silent until we reached the room. I opened the door and

found a nurse and a doctor talking to my father. He seems okay now

and has fully recovered.

“Hi, dad,” I greeted.

“Hey, sweetheart. I'm glad you're here. The doctor had good news. He

said I can go home today,” he said excitedly.

“Wow, that's great news, dad,” I replied. My heart was filled with joy.

“Yes, it is, sweetheart. I can't wait to go home. I don't really like staying

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hospital,” he said.

couldn't answer immediately. I don’t know how to tell him about what

happened to our house. I looked at Sebastian, who was currently

talking to the doctor. Our eyes meet for a second, but I quickly look

away. I focused on my dad, who can't hide his excitement to go home.

After a few minutes, the doctor left, and Sebastian came to join us.

“It seems like you're doing very well, dad,” Sebastian said.

“Thanks to you, of course. I wouldn't know what I'd done with you. I'm

just glad that despite everything bad that happened to my life, I still

made the best decision by marrying off my daughter to you, Sebastian.

I don’t know if I can take it if your marriage fails as well. It gives me

comfort whenever I think that my daughter is in the right hand.”

Sebastian and I shared the same expression on our faces as we looked

at each other. I don't know how to break the news to him. However, no

matter how hard and painful it is, I need to tell him the truth. I can't go

around him pretending my marriage is okay when I'm already asking

him to sign the divorce paper.

I took a deep breath, gathering all the strength I could. “Dad, I need to

tell you something,” I started.

“What is it, sweetheart?” he asked, smiling sweetly.

I'm not sure if I have the heart to break that sweet smile on his face.

But before I could even finish what I was about to say, Sebastian was

already standing beside me, and his arm was wrapped around my

shoulder. I regarded him with a puzzled expression.

“Blaire and I were already trying to have a child,” Sebastian uttered,

which completely caught me off guard. My eyes widen in shock, and

my b*dy is too stunned to move.

“Oh! Well, it's about time! Congratulations in advance. I can’t wait to

see my grandchildren!” He responded ecstatically. “Next time,

sweetheart, get straight to the point. You scared me there for a second.

I thought you're going to tell me that you're having a divorce.” He

chuckled.

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just suffered a heart I forced a smile as I went along with Sebastian's

lie, Ha attack, and I'm sure the news about our divorce wouldn't sit well

with him. Despite my objection regarding Sebastian's decision to lie to

my father, I decided to remain silent and go along with it.

I started packing up everything as the doctor had already given my

father permission for discharge. Sebastian helped with the packing.

While we're busy packing, Sebastian's phone rings.

“Excuse me, I'll just get this call.” He excused himself before he went

out to answer the call. I used that chance to talk to him about what

happened a while ago.

I saw him at the end of the hallway. He was so engrossed over the

phone. that he did

notice my presence. It's probably work-related since he

looks so serious while talking over the phone.

I couldn't hear what they were talking about, and I didn’t bother to listen

since it had nothing to do with me. The call didn’t take that long. I

immediately approached him once I saw him hang up the phone. We're

the only ones on the floor, so it's for a VIP patient.

“What the hell was that, Sebastian?” I inquired, clearly irritated.

“You have to be very specific, Blaire. I'm well aware that I have a lot of

things that pis s you off,” he responded.

“Why did you tell my father that we're trying to have a child? That's the

complete opposite of what I'm asking you! I'm asking for divorce, not a

child,” I uttered in between gritted teeth.

“Is that what you're mad about?” he asked, acting as if it wasn't much

of a deal. I couldn't answer immediately. I frown, trying to contemplate

where he is going with this. I'm not even done figuring out when he

speaks again. “If it bothers you so much, why don't we go back inside

and tell your father the truth?” he challenged me. He then grabbed my

hand and pulled me towards the door.

I was taken aback, my astonishment evident in my widened eyes and

the gasp that escaped my lips. I quickly pulled him back to stop him.

“Are you out of your mind? You can't just do that! You're well aware of

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condition.”

“Exactly, Blaire,” he answered. “I said that because I'm trying to protect

your dad. If you think telling him about that will not do him any harm,

then be a guest. Tell him everything.”

I hate that there's truth in his words. But it doesn't justify him lying to my

father. “And lying to him doesn't?"

He blew a loud breath, as if this conversation were wearing him out.

“He’s your father, Blaire. If you really know what's good for him, then I

won't stop you. Do what you think is right. I'll wait for you downstairs. I'll

prepare the car. They will send someone to assist you. Don't worry

about the bill; it's all settled.” He didn't give me a chance to answer. He

walked

towards the elevator and left.