Chapter 5

“Should I leave you here, sir?” asked as he rolled to a stop by the Holypark.

“Yes, it's here.”

“Is it not a bit crowded?”

“Don't worry about that, I'll manage.” Charles sighed.

Halesbert climbed out of the car, and  opened the car door for Charles.

Charleston hopped out, wearing his brown parka, and pulling his hoodie over his tousled dark coffee hair. 

The sensation of a windy air hitting on  his face calmed him. He peered his eyes around the Parkfields square. It was full of aesthetic stores, galleries, malls,  luxury restaurants, and has everything  men were looking for. The part of Parkfields was a wide square public park with an expanded healthy green grass. The pathways were lined with ornamental trees and wooden benches were at every corner of the park.

"Are you going to be fine, sir?"

Halesbert asked in a wary tone.

Charles smiled assuredly, and planted  his hand on his shoulder. "I will be fine."

He took a deep breath and up  ahead he saw Lucy Martinez sitting on  a bench under the shade of a tall  foliage tree. Women dressed in their likeable gowns passed by him without detecting his graceful presence.  Charles was thankful for that.

Charles's lips formed his trademark smile, showing his perfect white teeth.

Lucy Martinez, an average height, well-built lady, stood up from a bench, and waved at him. He made his way towards the foliage tree with pride in his strides.

"Lucy, my love." He pulled her into a warm hug, and planted his soft lips on her curly coal black head. "It's always good to see you my beloved," he muttered in a tone filled with tenderness, rubbing her lily cheek with his cold thumb.

Lucy turned her head to the side, causing Charleston's hand fall on his side.

"Are you okay?" Charles asked, his brows knitted in bewilderment.

"Yes I am," Lucy replied, her lips curved into a lazy smile. "Why did you call me this time?"

He frowned at the question. "Should anything stop me from seeing my love?"

"Did you dream of me last night?" Lucy looked into his eyes.

Charles stared back, searching for a meaning to her question into her brown eyes. "It's her again. I saw her again in my dreams," he said in an undertone.

She frowned, and forced a smile. "So,  you didn't dream about me at all?"

Charles didn't understand the sudden change in her mood. His smile faded once again."It's not---"

"Why are you always telling me this?" She said in irritation. "Do you want to hurt my feelings?"

"You've never complained whenever I spoke of her."

"You need to stop telling me about that  girl," she replied gritting her teeth, and looked away.

Charles ran his hand through his hair, and shook his head chuckling. "It's just a girl in my dreams, Lucy. She doesn't even exist. You don't need to get jealous."

Lucy scowled at him. "I hate it when  you tell me about her. You talk as if you wish she existed."

"Come here," Charleston pulled her into  his arms, "just remember that you're  the only one that I love." He kissed her  forehead. "And no-one will ever take your place."

"And I want you to know that I love you..."

Charleston smiled at her statement, and held a chin up so she could look him in the eyes. "Where do you want me to take you?"

"Anywhere you'd make me happy," she forced a smile, and from her eyes came sadness.

Charles smiled back at her, and slightly  smashed his lips on hers.

Charles had the look of what a young man was ought to be. His unmistakable feature made him handsome in the eyes of  men and women. Despite the fact that he was the prime minister's son, his perfect charming looks is what made him an elite star. People often spoke of his height (6.5ft-tall),  his slim and muscular features, his perfect suntanned skin, and his gunmetal eyes that spoke of sympathy, and glowed bluish when the sun shone through it.

Hopping out of the black wagon; they  head toward the gates of the Goldrich  theme park, and the passers-by became  watchers of the day.

Proudly, Lucy clasped Charleston's arm into her arm as they walked through the rough pathway of the Goldrich theme park.

"You didn't come with your men, but only your chauffeur, reason to be?" Lucy asked.

"I wanted to spend more time with you  without their inconvenience," replied Charles.

They strolled to the ticket desk.

"Enjoy your day Mr Spielberg," the  lady smiled, handing him the tickets.

"Thank you," he said, walking away from the ticket desk.

Entering the Goldrich theme park, people of all kind stared at them.

Charles shivered. "This is one of the reasons why I hate crowded places."

"Then, why did you bring us here?"

"You love this kind of places, so yeah."

People screaming loud on the rides and  children laughter filled the air. Charles grimaced his face. He is irritated by so  much people around him. His eyes peered around the Golrich theme park as if searching for something or for someone.

"I can't bear these wicked eyes glancing  towards our way. Is there a way to escape them?" Asked Lucy, unkindly and disgusted.

Charleston listened to her tone, and  detested it. "Much than I  know, you  know no one to call them wicked. They're in awe to have seen me here-with you. Better think that way than judging their innocent souls."

"They could kill me with their glances," Lucy said.

"That's what you get for dating me, babe." Charles curled his lips in a smirk.

"And I don't...regret it."

Looking ahead on side of the park, a lady with red hair grabbed his interest. He squinted his eyes to see her clearly, but Lucy's penetrating voice grabbed his attention away from the girl. "So, is there any reason why you brought me here?" Lucy asked, giving him a half-smile as they continued to walk arm in arm.

Charles looked ahead of him but saw the redhead girl no more. Perhaps she was in his imagination.

He stood still to look at her in the eyes  passionately. He then lift his thump to  rub her cheek smoothly, " You don't like it here?"

Lucy suddenly turned her head away from him, avoiding to look at him. "No, it just..."

Charleston noticed this sudden mood, and asked; "Are you okay?"

She couldn't look him into his eyes again. She was hurt but she doesn't  want him to know that. She was hiding something.

Charles held her chin up, forcing her to look at him. "Tell me what your problem is," he said, this time pissed  off. He moved his jaw tensely. "I've  noticed you have been giving me cold shoulders."

She remained silent for a while and  then replied, "I am not feeling well today."

"You're sick? Or you're angry at the fact that I spoke of the girl in my dreams, or because you don't want to be here? I can take you any where you want, split it out and tell me."

"No, it's not that Charlie," she cut in.

Charles furrowed his brows in confusion. "Then it's what? What's your problem?"

Lucy frowned, biting her lips and nothing came out of her mouth.

Charles ran his hand through his hair and turned around giving her his back. This was his way of hiding his frustration and annoyance. After few seconds, he faced her twitching his jaw. "I think it's best we depart from here."

As they were walking towards the  wagon, Lucy ran at flower beds that  were in an array of the sideways,  dropping her knees as she threw up all  unneeded streams of food.

Charles stood unmoved in silent,  and stared at his dearest bringing food  up from her stomach.

"You're not okay, my love," he said when Lucy stood up from her knees wiping out the lit of her vomit.

"My heart aches to see you this way. Come and I should take you to the hospital."

"No, I will be okay." She stubbornly  waved him off, walking past him.

"Lucy, I can't see you in this state. You  need to see a doctor or I shall call Dr Thornburg."

"I don't need one, Charlie. I said I will be  okay! Take me home, I  am not in the mood right now."

Charles nodded leading her to the  wagon. Deep down, his heart is pierced into pieces. There's absolutely  something wrong with Lucy.

Halesbert, the driver opened the door,  they both hopped in.