Eight: We're doing this

"Jace!" She was finally able to cry, hurrying to her husband like a child who was about to weep for a chocolate. "Y-you see what this thing is doing? She's insulting me."

I kept my simper, and badly tried to refrain from the itch to burst into laughter. She was actually crying like my Liam. That was a really weird thing from a grown up lady like her. I guessed it was one thing about rich people. They always pretended to be some strong guys, but they were truly fragile. 

Her husband, Jace, didn't say anything but stare at her, looking so concerned for some reason. I was surprised by that because I expected him to yell back at me. His actions were so shocking. I thought all affluent and cute guys were cold all the time. Wow. 

She screwed up her face at him and hit against his arm, which clearly made him jerk out of his thoughts. I wondered what he was thinking. 

The doctor turned to me, and frowned at me like I was doing something crazy. What got into him? Was I the wrong one?

"Miss Grayson." He staggered to me, throwing some dirty gazes to my face. "What was that for?" He asked. "This isn't what your agency asked you to do. Do you realize the magnitude of disrespecting your client? What are you made of?"

I swallowed, storing the anger I felt within me. How could he seriously blame me? Did he think I was like some of those ladies who never spoke when some brats wanted to treat them badly? Oh hell, what was with these people? 

I snorted, sharply showing my annoyance. "Hello sir. I'm not the one at fault here. Do you expect me to stand here looking gormless, and let her spit some bad words in my face?" I mentioned to him, making him widen his eyes as well. What was seriously going on? Had they never seen someone speak back to them? Or did they think a low class lady couldn't speak back? What world were they from? 

"Ex-cuse me?" He scowled more, but I chose to ignore that look. I didn't even care at all. 

I turned from looking at him, and rolled my eyes in annoyance. "Let's do what needs to be done, so I can get my ass off here." I avowed, speaking to no one specifically.

For a while, no one spoke. All I did was to ignore their eyes on me. I seriously didn't know what I was doing, but all I knew was that when it came to my ego and self respect, there was no doubt that I couldn't say anything speakable. 

But thinking about the whole thing again, was I seriously crazy? What was I even doing? It took me a lot of time and sacrifice to get the offer, so what was I doing? Was I going to lose such a great offer? That couldn't happen. I had been looking for a job for almost a month, and I finally got one. What if I didn't get another one before my mom's surgery due time? Was I going to lose her? Oh Lord, what was I doing to myself?

Not wanting to think more, I hit my head against my forehead in realization that I was ruining my hard work, risking my mom's life, disposing the opportunity I had gotten after a really long time. 

Absolutely not!

I turned to the couple and planned on how to go on my knees and apologize, but before I could do such, I saw Jace standing beside me. How did he get there so quickly? Was I lost in my thoughts for that long?

He stared at me blankly and sighed, rubbing his palm against his forehead like a confused person. "Can I speak to you ma'am?" He requested calmly. 

"M-me?" I stuttered, still confused at how he got there so fast. 

"Yes." He replied acutely.

I chuckled nervously, looking vacantly into his eyes. "Sure." I said. 

"Thank you." He added, tottering out of the doctor's office. 

I gulped in as I gripped in fear, and paced behind him. I had to admit, I became suddenly nervous. What did he want to tell me? What if he decided to get me arrested for speaking to his wife like that? He honestly seemed to cherish the mean lady. Gosh, what did I do to myself?

My eyes caught Trisha's, but I immediately averted when she gave me a death stare. What were they planning to do to me?

I tried wearing a courageous look as I stepped out of the office, shutting the door behind me. The first thing I spotted was Jace standing by a huge glass window in the hallway, that was almost the size of a door. I breathed out in fear and walked gently to him. 

As I sauntered to him, I seriously couldn't help but notice him completely. 

I had forever been hearing of Jace Flores, and I had seen him in a lot of magazines, and even on the television. But staring at him, I could see the clear difference between the Jace I used to see, and the Jace who was close to me. He was marvelously different. 

As he tucked his hands into the pocket of his suit trouser, his model stature teased my sight. His tousled but neatly styled hair shone underneath the bright light in the corridor. Turning to face me, he gave me a curt smile that reflected his strong jawline and cheekbone. 

Getting close to his front, all I could see was his face that I truly hadn't noticed before. His well pointed nose had an appealing look as he still kept his smile. His arched and full eyebrows creased into a bit of a worried look, but perfectly made his brown eyes look devilishly handsome. To wrap it all, his juicy pink lips drowned his face into handsomeness. How could a human be so good looking? Was he a spirit or something?

"You called me sir." I stopped observing him, and I only hoped he didn't notice my intense gaze at him. 

"Yes." He confirmed as his small smile slowly disappeared. "It's for a reason." He informed me. 

"Ok sir. Go on please."

He sighed. "Firstly, I want to apologize about my wife's behavior towards you. She's just like that sometimes."

"Oh." I said in surprise. I didn't expect that. I thought he wanted to complain about it instead. What a gentleman he was. "That's fine. I sincerely understand her." I lied. It wasn't fine at all. I didn't understand her a bit.

"Really?" His worried look turned a bit happy. 

"Y...yeah. I guess." I laughed nervously. 

"Good then." He exhaled again. 

We were quiet for a while and that got me so uncomfortable. Why couldn't he speak so fast? 

"So…" He finally continued. "I want to know if you'll still do this."

I lifted a brow at him. Did he seriously call me out for that? I ought to be pleading to do it. How could he be so nice?

"Sure." I unknowingly squealed. "I mean, I'm more than willing to help you out."

He smiled calmly. "Thank you so much! You are such a nice person. I thought you wouldn't want to do this after what she said to you. Thanks again." He uttered, settling me to a total shock. People always said he was nice but I always had doubts. But, I got my doubt cleared instantly. He was indeed nice. 

"Oh." I laughed anxiously again. "That's not a problem at all. Thank you instead."

"Alright then," He smiled so widely, making his cute face cuter. "I'll give you a bonus."

"B-bonus?" I folded my brows in confusion. What did he mean? Why could he not stop making me puzzled? 

"Yes." He clearly replied. 

"Oh."

"A fifty million dollar bonus. If you need more, I'll give you." He announced clearly. 

I gawked at him, and burst into laughter in my mind. Was he joking or what? Fifty million for carrying a child?

"Thanks again." He added, walking back to the doctor's office, and leaving me perplexed. Was he being serious? Fifty million dollars? Oh my God! What was going to be the actual amount then? I was a millionaire already!

"Come down Jill. Come down." I whispered to myself as I breathed out through my mouth. Sincerely, I was almost running amok. 

I staggered back to the place and jolted the door open like a crazy person. Maybe I was in one of my daydreams. Something of such couldn't happen in real life. 

"So doctor," Jace stood in front of the doctor, smiling enthusiastically at him. "Let's start this right now. We don't have to waste any more time. I need to get to my office right now." He averred. 

"But Jace…" Trisha whined from his side. But before she could say anything aside that, he raised his hands in objection, and settled his gaze on the doctor, ignoring her completely. 

"We are doing this doctor." He made himself clear, turning to his wife, and giving her a weird cold look. It didn't even suit his face." And that's final." He added, focusing back on the doctor. 

I wanted to laugh at how he shunned her but that was definitely going to be immature. I just had to keep my laughter to myself and stare like I knew nothing. 

She turned to me as she folded her arms, and gave me a really bad glare. A threatening one. I forestalled from her look, and acted like I saw nothing. Her angry action was only funny to me. Crazy lady.