Jeremy tried to find the towel, but his brain shut up and he forgot where he kept it. He is someone who prefers to air dry since he lives alone. If he walks to the kitchen, has a beer, and gets back to his room, he'd be dry.Where do I keep my towels?Her broken voice made him pause his search and he looked at her. She looked terrible would be an understatement to describe her condition."Uncle Pat... heart attack. Aunt Becky called... I..."Jacques couldn't even finish her sentences as she was holding back her sobs. When she almost lost all confidence thinking that she might end up in prison, contemplating if she should consult a lawyer before she takes the next step, she received a call from Aunt Becky and she didn't know what to do.Jeremy took a deep breath. He knew how much she loved Patrick Davis and it would be devastating for her."Which hospital?" he asked and she stared blankly at him. "Jacques?""I don't know... she called for an ambulance and... St.Bart maybe? I'll...""It
"What are you doing here, grandpa?" Jeremy asked and Jacques turned away."Why can't I be here? Do you own this place?" The old man's voice was haughty. Jacques decided to leave since he has nothing to do with her.As she took a step forward, the cane suddenly was thrust in front of her legs. If she wasn't quick on her feet, she'd have fallen face-first on the floor.She knitted her brows and looked at the old man and he scoffed."Is she your wife?" Alexander Volkonsky asked Jeremy while patting Jacques's knees with his cane. Jacques took a sidestep to avoid his cane and he stared at her from top to bottom."She's pretty. It's probably her genes," with a nod he looked at Jeremy, "And aren't you two made for each other? Both of you dress like a bum," he said and waved his walking stick. "Step aside, bum. I have to meet my good old friend.""Which friend, grandpa?" Jeremy walked with the old man while he tried to push him away.Jacques shrugged and looked at herself. She was wearing her
"I am fine..." Jacques moved aside since getting away from his hand. She thought he'd be angry for walking out alone and dragging his name creating trouble for his men.Looking in his eyes that seemed a little tired, she didn't find anger no matter how hard she searched."Thank you for helping me out there," she decided to probe to see if he was hiding his anger."Did they approach you or-""No, I thought they were harassing Gina and intervened. Turns out..." she gulped seeing his eyes turning serious. She knew she need not feel guilty for taking a walk, but her heart was pounding."You don't believe me when I say gangs are trying to kill you, do you?" His voice was stern. She gripped the hem of her shirt and twisted it between her fingers as she got nervous.Indeed, she didn't believe him. She knew it was his scare tactic to keep her in line. In fact, the incident before proved she doesn't have a hit on her. Those guys didn't even know her. If she walked past them, no one would have
"Twisted..." Jeremy muttered and let out a snort dodging her hand and she took a couple of steps back with her face filled with fear.Of course, she'd call his love twisted. She never tried to understand him. She came to his life like the moon fairy one day and then she returned up to the sky forgetting him. He's been howling at the moon ever since. She never looked back at him.Stalking? Kidnapping? Killing? Is that how she sees it all? All I wanted was her safety.Is he twisted? Probably, yes. And he still didn't want to let her go. He is twisted, definitely."Let's go," he placed his hand at the small of her back.She gritted her teeth without saying anything and moved away.At that time, his phone rang. It was the ringtone for his sister and his heart skipped a beat wondering if Emma might be in trouble. This is the first time she is calling after she left for her honeymoon. She won't call him unless there is trouble.Jacques turned and saw him getting his phone from the pocket in
Jacques had her fill and stretched herself. Maybe because she didn't sleep the entire night, she felt a little giddy, but since she had coffee, she knew she could go on for some more time without sleep.She could only imagine how the old Aunt Becky would be feeling right now. She picked up her phone to call Aunt Becky to check what she wants for breakfast."There is a family dinner at Chestershire Mansion in a couple of days to welcome Emma and her husband. We'll be attending together to talk about our wedding ceremony."Jacques heard that grating voice from behind her and her lips curved to a wry smile. There was no reason for her to feel bad. He stopped her to show her how happy his sister is and since she left, he wants her to see for herself.Stupid! Did you think anyone needs your care? Whether you're good or bad, no one will care. You lived an upright life before and still, you lost everything. Even if you act badly, no one will care.And... Did he say wedding ceremony? There is
"You have some nerve to lie through your teeth," Patrick Davis knitted his brows. If Jacques saw him now, she wouldn't believe this is her gentle uncle Pat."Haha... were you offended?" Alexander Volkonsky chuckled and seated himself on the bench.Patrick rolled his eyes and Rebecca held his hand with a smile. Seeing her beautiful smile, Patrick calmed down."I asked for your assistance four months back," Patrick complained.Alexander sighed. "I had bypass surgery and-""Liar!" Patrick interjected. "There was no news about that!""Oi, dimwit! When a company is worth billions, they won't announce the health scares of the founder unless they want the stocks to crash," he snorted."So you can't decide anything for yourself and your board members will be making the decisions about your life," Patrick smirked. " That is some life you are leading... Do you have autonomy over anything?"Alexander rolled his eyes. He couldn't deny what he said. "No, I weep as I lie on my bed framed with gold,
Jacques was avoiding her boss' phone calls since she knew why he calls. She had already spent the money he sent to her, to pay for Uncle Pat's medical bills and she cannot return the money to him.And she cannot ask TJ to stop threatening her boss, because her relationship with him is not good. Well, it is worse, to be honest.But she knew her boss cannot file a complaint against her since there is no proof that she extorted him for money. He sent the money of his own volition imagining that she is asking for money. He said it was her severance pay and she can spend it however she wants to."It's David Millman? Why is he calling you?" Jeremy asked. He hasn't received any report that Trevor Millman contacted the Shard Viper yet. So why is David bothering her? Is he trying to intimidate her?Jacques wondered if speaking the truth would change his mind. But she decided to give it a try since she didn't want him to go bankrupt without the supplies."Mr. Millman sent me severance pay and a
"You don't want him to know? He might make all troubles go away with a swish of his little finger. And Jerry... shouldn't he know?" Alexander asked Patrick.Both of them got tired after their verbal battle and became silent.Patrick pondered for some time. "No need. Just watch over Fitzgerald. Missy will be safe with him.""Do you not trust 'him'?" Alexander tried to stand up. He cannot be seen staying here for too long. Who knows how many eyes are watching him?Patrick took in a deep breath, "His Lordship respected him till his last breath but wanted to keep Missy safe from those around him. He wanted Missy to grow up like an average person. He believed that there is more freedom in being average.""Makes sense..." Alexander nodded. "Such a pity for a girl who had to be pampered with riches to suffer all through her life. 'He' should be giving back-""What's given is given, Alex," Rebecca interjected. "All he wanted was for his granddaughter's wellbeing. And Missy's suffering should