CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED SIXTY-ONE *If he bloody finds out she has a man, he would destroy him!*" C'mon Janice. Stop pushing me away. What did I do to make you so mad?" He drew closer which only made her draw farther away. "Don't come any closer, Matt!" She growled. "Why have you been following me around anyway?" He held up his hand in defense as he halted in his tracks. Disappointment marred his brows. "C'mon Janice. I know for a fact that I didn't anything bad. So why have you been running away from me? I haven't seen you in a while and I've missed you badly. At least that should get me a hug right?" She frowned at him. "No hugs! Besides, I never wanted you here in the first place. Plus, the stalking would have to stop!" "What Stalking?" He cocked an eyebrow at her, feigning ignorance. She scoffed. "You know what I'm talking about here! You came to my office and don't you dare deny it!" His jaw moved to a fraction before a smirk bloomed on his lips. "Alright, I did. on
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED SIXTY-TWO *He would never take No for an answer! *"All I want from you is to talk together. That's all. I'm not imposing or anything. I'm simply begging you. I will do anything, I mean anything at all to have that wish granted. Please consider, Janice. I swear on my life that I mean you no harm at all." He continued as he smiled at her. The hotness of his breath made the hair on her skin stand on end. Not in pleasure, oh fuck no! But in sheer disgust! Oh my Gosh! She had always been disgusted by his presence and nothing would make her change towards him. He is an asshole and he would have to leave with that! But looking at this situation from a different angle, she could use it to her advantageHer breath hitched in her throat when the pad of his thumb brushed against the corner of her mouth. Her hazel eyes widened in shock and disgust. She angrily pummels his chest. "What the fuck Matt! I said don't fucking touch me!" She squealed. He chuckled as
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED SIXTY-THREE *If this is the end for him, his enemies will be rejoicing*Doctor, I need you to be honest with me. How is the test results this time?" Mr Jordan asked a stern expression marring his brows as he edged closer to the table. The doctor was quiet as he removed his glasses and set them down gently on the table. In a tense silence, he flipped through the medical report notes. Mr Jordan heaved in a deep breath, trying to rein in his emotions in order. Whatever the outcome may be, he has to be fully prepared to accept it. He would do and accept anything for the sake of his daughter as long as he would be able to protect her. That is all he desires. After a couple of minutes in silence, the doctor finally stopped flipping through the medical report and looked up at him. He cleared his throat. "Well, Mr Jordan... I have to be very candid with you." He paused as he licked his tongue nervously. Mr Jordan inhaled sharply, trying to rein his frantic
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED SIXTY-FOUR *Is this truly the end for him yet?*"it is a rare medical condition that is not necessarily attributed to genetics. And you have absolutely nothing to worry about your daughter, Mr. Jordan. You need to focus on getting better and fit. If we cooperate together, we can properly manage this disease and reduce its fatality rate to the barest minimum. I am certain we can do this." He said confidently with a reassuring smile. But Mr. Jordan was not convinced. "What do you mean by Fatality rate? Am I going to die sooner or later doctor?" he asked pointedly. His father had always thought him to be daring and face his fears head-on. According to him, there's no point beating around the bush at some point you will get tired of beating about so much so why don't you just go directly and do what you gotta do? He inhaled deeply. He is prepared for the worst and at the same time, he must finish his mission. The doctor was visibly flustered by his sudden bl
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED SIXTY-FIVE*Isabella... I hope this is what you also wish for? *"What is it, Thomas? Tell me. I am your best friend. I will keep it a secret if you wish. I promise. don't bear this alone. I got your back like the old times." Mr George persuaded him as his amber eyes were intended and hooded upon his. He inhaled deeply and tapped his fingers restlessly on the table. "That I might probably don't have enough time. So we better act fast I suppose." "You mean about your daughter's situation?" He nodded. "I'm afraid so. I know Janice can be stubborn and I want the best for her. I have to do this for her sake. She might not understand that now, but I hope that someday she will." George heaved out a deep sigh as he reclined his head on his chair. "I understand but don't you think it might be a little difficult to convince her after hiding everything from her? Considering how stubborn your daughter can be, you don't expect her to jump on the offer just like that."
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED SIXTY-Six*Bingo!*"Thank you so much Mr. Lorenzo for making out time of your busy schedule to join me. I really appreciate your efforts. Please come in." Janice flashed him a warm smile as she led him into her office. "Of course. Why would I not answer when fashion beckons? Fashion is my life and the air I breathe and from a smart, hard-working, and influential woman like you, I wouldn't miss this opportunity for the world. You deserve my audience." He grinned widely at him almost revealing a flash of a golden tooth. He looked so Italian. With his very long thick brown hair that cascaded to his broad shoulders. He wore an open V-shaped Versace shirt, revealing his scrubby hairy chest, in ripped black jeans and a golden expensive boots. A golden Versace leather belt was tied around his lean waist. To top it up with a hat. His dark Dior shades were obscuring the expression in his eyes. Janice giggled at his savvy pickup line. "Right this way please." She
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED SIXTY-SEVEN*Lucid dream-The Maze*"Can I talk to you, honey?" Her father said as she arrived home. It has been an extremely long day and she is so exhausted. She wondered what her father wanted to talk about. "Hi, Dad. What is it?" "Come sit with me for a bit if you don't mind?" He was lounging on the couch, a wine was in his hand. She quirked a suspicious eyebrow at him. "Is everything alright, Dad?" He nodded. "Of course it is. Come on sweetie." She walked to him and the seat beside him. He drew her close and pecked her cheeks. "How was work today?" he asked. "It was great. I had an important appointment with the fashionista guru I mentioned some time ago. Mr. Lorenzo, do you remember?" He shook his head slowly, squinting his eyes as he tried to remember. "No, I don't exactly remember darling." "Well, he happened to be in town and thankfully he agreed to have a meeting with me concerning my fashion business. Mr. Lorenzo is a hot cake in the fashion s
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTY-EIGHT*I never wanted to be here....*A grey Mercedez Benz pulled over in Janice's car park, and from the porch, Janice could see Matthew's face. She had a lot to deal with right now, and Matthew Castle was far from her list. She wore a grimace on her face, clearly irritated by the mere sight of him. She had been avoiding him for the past few days like a plague - he just had to show up unannounced in her house. She examined his frame as he trudged away from the park. His long brown hair fell over his shoulders, and his amber eyes, she couldn't make out what they looked like beneath his sunglasses, and his tall muscular frame showed his intentional with his workouts, she took in all his features and despite this dazzling frame in his expensive clothes, he looked nothing like him. Her mind briefly drifted to Drake, her housekeeper. Matthew would probably find it ridiculous that she was madly in love with a simpleton like Drake. As he was coming closer, Jan