Chapter 5

The Loneliest Kid

Maeve and Sister Helena were quietly seated on a wooden bench in the garden as they watch over the kids who were busy chasing September around.

He's not actually running, everybody else can see how confused he is that the kids keeps on following him around.

"I think he was that kid," Sister Helena blurted out. Maeve turned to her with confusion. The nun smiled as she stared at the roundabout walk-a-thon that's happening in front of them.

"Sister Rose had been my mentor before I took on her place as the head of the orphanage almost nine years ago. And while I was under her training, she keeps on talking about this little boy." Sister Helena has this sad smile across her lips as she started the storytelling.

"Almost all of the kids here was given up after birth. But this kid wasn't, he gets to live a miserable life under the care of an abusive father and an alcoholic mother for seven years before the father died of cancer and his mother was nowhere to be found." The nun took her time to pause for a bit to get a hold of her emotions. It was really a painful life story led by a young boy.

"The kid is smart. A genius at that, but he can't seem to get along with anyone. He doesn't have friends. He was... lonely." Maeve's eyes flew to the guy who was now trying to hid his smile as he subtly increase his speed causing for the kids to run a bit to caught up to him.

That guy... lonely?

"He grew up without experiencing affection. As per Sister Rose's words, he doesn't know about love or even caring. All he does is act on instinct. He takes what he wants, he fought with other kids for toys that he wanted, he never liked sharing no matter how much the people from here taught him how important that is. He just acts without thinking of others. He just wanted to survive." Maeve turned her attention back to the nun.

"He was the loneliest kid this orphanage ever had." The nun solemnly said.

"September!" The children's laughter caught their attention, abruptly cutting their storytelling session. Both of their lips unconsciously curved into a smile as they saw September running as he was being chased with the children.

It looks kinda odd to see a full-grown man wearing a corporate attire running around while being chase by a group of children probably aging from four to ten years old. But never the less, it was indeed a heartwarming sight for Maeve especially after hearing Sister Helena's story.

The both of them stayed until dinner before Maeve decided that it was time to go. They bid farewell to the nuns and the people in-charge before saying goodbye to the children. A four year old little girl cried so hard after September told her that he's leaving already.

"No! September! Stay!" The little girl cried harder while trying to get off the caretaker who was caring her. September stared at the child for a while before sighing and to everyone's surprise, he walked towards the orphanage's staff who was carrying Fiona.

"Let me," the staff immediately let the kid transfer to him. Fiona immediately latched into his body in a hurry.

"I'll be back soon, Fiona." He whispered softly, but the kid shook her head, obviously not believing his words.

"No. Leave Fiona No!" The little girl cried as she struggled to speak.

September didn't know what to do to make the child stop crying. Maeve watched in amusement as September reluctantly let the child rest on his shoulder while gently gliding his palm on the child's back.

It took them another hour just to pacify Fiona and numerous promises that they'll be back soon.

The drive back was silent. September's mind keep running back to the child who seems so reluctant to let him leave.

He knows the feeling of being left behind. Of being alone. And it wasn't great, hell, it's no where good.

"She'll be fine," Maeve assured him without looking at him.

September turned his head to her direction and a soft smile appeared as she stare at the woman who unexpectedly caught his heart.

"Would you mind if I adopt her?" He asked which caused for Maeve to glance at him with confusion before returning her eyes on the road.

"Why are you asking me?"

"I told you. You're gonna be Mrs. Thorne soon. So if I do adopt a child it would also be yours," Maeve almost gasp as soon as he finished speaking.

Just what... Oh my gosh! How can she forget how this man's mind work?!

"I'm not gonna marry you," she said bluntly.

September looked away and directed his gaze outside the window of the running car instead.

"You would be. I'll make sure of it." He said with full of conviction.

Maeve laughed humorlessly before stopping the car on the side road. September stared at her, questioning.

"Get off." She ordered. September's forehead creased as he failed to understand what she meant.

"Get off my car right now or I'll fucking dragged your ass off the road?!"

"What's your problem?" September asked. He was completely baffled with this quick change of treatment.

"You are. You are my problem, you greedy asshole. You can never have me. I'll never marry you!" She spatted.

September ignored the sharp pain that he felt on his heart as he listens to all the angry words his woman was uttering.

By the time Maeve was done speaking, she was almost panting. She had never spoken that angrily ever. She's never fond of verbal quarrels and whatnots but she wasn't able to stop herself this time.

How can she forget this nasty man's nature just because he looked soft around children? Maybe bringing him to that orphanage was not a great idea at all!

She was distracted for a while but now she can see his true colors once again.

"Get the fucking off my car!" She hissed when September remained seated while staring at her calmly.

"Is that what you want?" He asked softly. Maeve tried her best not to get swayed. She reminded herself that this was the great manipulator, of course he'll do something to try manipulating her.

"Of course!" September stared at her for a while before releasing a small smile along with a series of short nods. He silently unbuckled his seatbelts before he faced her once again.

"I'll give you whatever you want. Just say so." He said before he opened the door of the passenger seat and got out of the car. As soon as he closed the door the car sped away without any warning.

September sighed as he watched the back of the black BMW 2 Series Gran Coupe disappear.

Not even a minute later an Alfa Romeo Stelvio car stopped right in front of him. Falcon got off the driver's seat as he opened the backseat for his boss.

He had located the two earlier but didn't showed himself after seeing that his boss was not really in any way of harm. He was kinda lost though, as to why the car stopped and why his boss was left on the road while looking so dejected.

With a sigh, September entered the car as he rested his head on the backrest of the car while Falcon drove smoothly.

"Why does wooing a woman so difficult?" Falcon heard his boss muttered to himself.

He wanted to say that it wasn't actually supposed to be so hard if only it wasn't their great Miss Maeve Miller. That woman was like a human with an ice cold heart!