Chapter 18–– I am here

“I am fine.” I said and he looked at me for a while before calming down and keeping quite again.

He looked weirdly angry for the first time. This anger wasn’t what I always saw, more like reproach to his own self.

“You need something? Anything?” he asked again as I moved my hand to pick the glass of water, but he moved before me and even took it to my mouth.

“I just have a fever and an allergic reaction; I can move well.” I said as I took the glass from his hands and awkwardly drank water when I suddenly started coughing and he stood up suddenly and held my shoulders causing my coughing to stop from stun. He stunned me with his reaction so good, I even stopped coughing and uh, spilled some water on myself as well.

“It seems you cannot move well yet.” He said as he took tissues to help me clean up and lay back down.

Embarrassment factor was real as hell.

“Your Mom was really worried; I sent her home just before you woke up. I’ll inform her of your wellbeing. Okay?” I nodded and then shook my head and said “I want to talk to her about something. Let me talk to her?”

He shook his head and said, “You have to keep quiet and not speak for your throat swelling to go away, didn’t you listen to what the doctor said?”

“I really need to talk to her–”

“No means no, Amelia. You rest, I’ll talk to her.” Why is he being like this now? Shouldn’t he just give me the phone to talk to my own mom? Oh wait, where’s my phone?

I looked around to check for my own phone when I found it and opened my W******p.

Looking at these messages, almost everybody knows I was ill.

I closed my W******p, checked my call records, and saw more than eighteen calls from my boss and honestly, the terrible number scared the ghost out of me.

I remembered how I just behaved with him and then remembered how I wasn’t supposed to be using the phone and then, I also remembered the way I hung up his call in the middle.

My boss is a nice guy who doesn’t resort to killing or else, I’ll surely be killed with no explanation.

“You don’t have to go to your office?” I said and he looked at me and I repeated my sentence but with surety. “You don’t have to go to your office. Why?”

He looked at me for a while before sighing and rubbing his face with his palms and finally looked up at me in frustration.

“You are like this, and you want me to go to the office, really Amelia?” he said with his cross eyes and anger seized brain.

“Well, it isn’t real or anything, I am fine. You can go attend to your work.” I looked in his eyes as I said it but surprisingly, he didn’t move a single inch and kept himself on the seat.

“Amelia, just lay down and sleep. Resting will help you get fine and maybe will make you alright sooner than later. Sleep. I am here.” That’s the whole point, why are you here? You, looking after me is not something I like, just go back to your work, and let me rest in peace.

“You should really go and attend to your jobs.” I said again as I laid down and held my head. Want to bang it on the wall…

“Sleep, you are tired, and I am here.” He said again as he sits beside me, and I look at him for a while.

Fine, just stay.

Not saying it because you being here is comforting.

I closed my eyes under the hard banging ache in the head and slept unknowingly.

He really stayed for more than required but I really don’t want him here. In every novel, this is the part where they fall in love, and I am tired of reminding myself how fake this is and how big of an actor his is.

Sometimes such things aren’t lie, you fall in love through such things.

You look at someone and realize that suddenly you have been looking at them more than required, noticing their changes around you and finally, wondering what they would do in a moment for you.

The workaholic turning into a care-holic isn’t that cool.

Who said sleeping is easy, it is suddenly turning into something unachievable.

I opened my eyes to take a look at the seat beside me and noticed the man still sitting there and in deep thoughts.

“How are you feeling now?” he said without looking up from his phone.

“Good but hungry. Is Alisha still here?” I said as he looked at me and put his phone back while I looked around for my own phone and he gave his to me suddenly and said “Yours is out of battery. Use mine.”

I nodded at him and opened his phone knowing his password because of how many times in meetings I have to answer the calls and forward some texts using his phone.

I checked the news and shocking isn’t a word I’d like to use here.

“Your uncle is dead?” what’s up with the news and what’s up with his expression.

He nodded his head and helped me sit and placed the table in front of me to eat food.

“He is dead, and you are still here?” I said as he really set the table in a very calm manner with no sadness or issues.

“Don’t you want to see him for the last time?” I said and he looked at me and said “The man wasn’t really my uncle, it’s just because he was a partner in business and also was great friend to my dad. He married my ex for god’s sake. Do you think I would like to care about a man like that? I am not that free.” He sighed at the ends and looked at me.

“I don’t mean to be rude but all I can say here is, our relations are strained, we are business partners and that’s it. And please, read the whole new, you will never agree to send me there.” He just completed his lines when the door to the room was knocked and…

He was so right; I won’t send him there at all. What the heck is with me killing a man while I am sick here?