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Nate's POV I was so exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster of the day that I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore. I curled up in the armchair in my room, intending to watch over Vivian despite her resistance and my tiredness. But as I stayed there, I drifted off to sleep. I felt myself falling, my body slipping off the chair. I tried to catch myself, but it was too late. I slowly got to my feet, rubbing my head. "Well, I'm glad I could entertain you." I landed on the floor with a hard thud and groaned sleepily in pain. My arms and legs splayed out in every direction. I looked up to see Vivian laughing hysterically, her concerned face hovering above me. “Nate, are you okay?” She asked, her voice still shaking from laughter. Was she worried about me? I felt pleased about the thought. I couldn't help but laugh too, feeling a little embarrassed. I nodded, still dazed from the sudden fall. “Yeah, I...I think so.” She leaned away from me and helped me sit back up, her hands lingeri
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Vivian's POV If I wanted to escape, I would have done so already. I could not understand why Nate felt the need to escort me to the supermarket. On the list of unnecessary things and overreactions, this one ranked high on the list. We were only shopping for sanitary pads! Pads! It was an ordinary and easy errand. It was not anything that required the help of a tall muscled man especially when he wants to act like a personal bodyguard. I facepalmed as I thought of his overreaction when I told him I wanted to head out. I was now behind him as we navigated the aisles of the store, picking out the toiletries. We turned a corner and I spotted a few household essentials that we would be needing. Nate needed to check another section of the mall and seemed so engrossed in picking different pads for me. It was amusing really, how he kept asking the attendants about what he'd be needing for that time of the month like he was the one on his period. I left him with the attendant, finally gla
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Vivian's POVI couldn't shake off the feeling of awkwardness that lingered long after the incident at the supermarket. Nate's behavior had left me feeling stunned and confused. I didn't know how to process the mix of emotions that swirled inside me, anger, fear, and curiosity. Why did he act so possessive and jealous?To avoid confronting those feelings, I did what came naturally, avoiding Nate. I stayed stuck in my room, choosing to go down only when I was sure he wasn't around. My luck lasted for a while until I lucked out when he appeared in front of me, a silly smirk on his face showing his amusement.“How long are you going to avoid me for, Vivian?” he asked with an unusual slur to his voice.I felt a flutter in my chest as I met his gaze, unsure of how to respond. “I'm not avoiding you,” I lied, trying to sound nonchalant.Nate raised an eyebrow, his smirk spreading into a smile. “Oh really? Because it does feel like you're going out of your way to avoid me, Vivian.”I shrugged,
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VivianI jammed the door behind me and leaned against it, my mind churning in confusion. Nate has been different lately. More caring, more thoughtful. He was not the same arrogant, cold man I was used to. And it was throwing me off. But it had to be because of how guilty he felt.My chest tightened as I thought about the dinner. His efforts, though clumsy, were genuine. And the way he remembered I liked pad thai. It was a detail I had not expected him to care about. But that didn’t change what had happened between us. No amount of grand gestures or sweet words could erase the pain he had caused.I threw myself onto the bed, feeling the weight of it all press down on me. How could he expect me to just forget everything? How could he think that a few apologies and a couple of thoughtful actions would make me trust him again?The worst part was, a small part of me wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe that maybe, just maybe, Nate had changed. But that part of me was tiny, so tiny tha
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Nate's POV I didn’t say anything as I left. There was no point. I stood, leaning against the hallway wall as I stared at the storm outside. I couldn't shake off how worried I was about her. But the way she had looked at me, with so much bitterness in her eyes, I could not come close. I deserved all the hate she directed at me for everything I had done to her. She was bearing all the weight, the pain of her recent loss and I was in the middle of it all. That didn't stop me from fretting over her. She was slowly falling apart and I couldn't just watch her without doing nothing. I needed her to be okay. I slid down the wall and sat on the floor, running my hands through my hair in frustration. I just couldn't bring myself to leave. The sound of thunder rolled through the house and I could almost imagine Vivian flinching under her covers. I rested my head on the wall, eyes closed listening to the muffled sounds of the storm. It was comforting in a weird way. I wasn't sure how long I
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Vivian's POV I opened my eyes and the strong smell of medicine filled my nose. Looking around, I figured I was still in Nate's room and as I shook my hand, I felt a sting. There was a needle stuck in my skin and it was attached to an IV drip. My thoughts were blurry as I tried to recollect what had happened to me. Just then, the door to the room opened and the maid walked in with a tray of food, Nate following closely behind. His eyes widened slightly and he rushed to my side, concern etched on his face. “Vivian, thank God you're awake. How are you feeling?” I tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over me, forcing me back onto the pillows. “What...what happened to me?” I asked, my voice shaking. He sat beside me, his eyes filled with concern. “You fainted. I came back into the room and found you on the floor.” I rubbed my temples, trying to piece together the fragmented memories. The nightmare, the panic, the overwhelming fear... “It's the storm, isn't it?" Nate asked
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VIVIANNate was infuriating!The very audacity of the man!“I think you should go to work. I am well rested and healed, you don’t have to fawn over me anymore” I said, trying to hide the fact that I was beyond pissed.He was seated on the patio with a newspaper in his hand, a cup of freshly pressed orange juice on the table, his legs were stretched out and he was clad in what I could only term as vacation wear.He looked at me and then took a very big breath that resulted in yet another heavy sigh.“You know, I never thought that I would like any air that wasn’t from work but now? I think the air from the house is refined, cleaner even. I will stay and I don’t think you are fully healed to even be saying that. Only a doctor can say that you are healed,” he said and then took the newspaper and began to read blocking my vision immediately.I seethed, wanting to just reach out and snatch the papers from his hands so that he can see just how annoyed I was that he believed that he can just
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NATEI dropped the dress on the bed as she had instructed and started to get changed in a spare bedroom wearing the perfect emerald suit, the same colour of her dress and even though the hosting venue was my house, it was built in such a grand way that the living quarters and the other parts of the house were not so closely related and I could hear the cars pull up while people started to troop to the house, I went downstairs to start the greetings and what not while I expected Vivian to start making her way downstairs but true to her word, she was not coming down.Anger started to boil in my stomach as I moved to greet each person, trying my best not to stare at the clock but it was nearly impossible with the Rolex watch I had on my wrist, reminding me how much time Vivian was taking.Four dry wines later and I was a walking clock on my own.It was two hours and yet she wasn’t down yet!“Mr Stuart!” One of the head investors Mr Harrison spoke and I crinkled a smile towards his directi
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