All Chapters of Loving The Man I Wanted To Hate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Becky's POV I couldn’t sleep that night. I wondered how long the person had been there or if anyone had been there at all. Was it my imagination?  By six am, I was dressed. I went outside to see if I could find any sign of who could have been watching me, but I didn’t find anything. I saw the woman Phillip had been with come out. I hid behind the tree and watched her walk through the gate. My heart squeezed remembering she had spent the night with Phillip. "Remember you said you had forgotten about Phillip," I told myself. I went back in and made coffee, then sat by the window sipping it slowly while waiting for Phillip to leave. I didn’t want to risk running into him. He came out at exactly 8:00am. My heart beat quickened despite my resolve. I watched him head for the garage and minutes later he drove away.

Becky's POVI let out a sigh of frustration as I hit the redial button on my cell. I had been calling my mom since yesterday, but she hadn’t been picking up her calls, and now her number was not going through. I have not spoken to her since I left home. However, I spoke to Wendy every day, and she told me our mom was fine and promised she would call me, but she did not, and she also did not reply to all the messages I had been sending her on social media. Then yesterday evening I’d noticed something troubling. At first, I tried to tell myself it was a glitch in the network or something, but by this morning I could no longer pretend. My mom had blocked me on social media and from calling her. I was sitting in the hospital waiting room. Anna was inside with Dr. Matthews, her new doctor.Phillip had wasted no time in finding her a new hospital, an exclusive place that catered to the rich. Dr. Matthews was a lot kinder than Dr. Francis had been. He had gently asked me to wait in the waiti

Celine's POV My dad had been calling me all morning, but I refused to pick up his calls. I knew what he wanted to say and was in no mood to hear it. He had given me no peace ever since I had met and started dating Phillip. Every time it was the same question."Has Phillip proposed yet?""No? Well, make him."As if it was possible to force a guy to marry you in this century. I sighed. I have tried every trick I know to get him to commit, but no way. The fact we were sleeping together hadn’t helped. I glanced at my watch.Lunchtime. I left my building and took a cab to his office, hoping to convince him to take me to lunch.“Mr. Dale isn’t seeing visitors,” his secretary told me, but I ignored her and barged into his office.“Hey babe, how about lunch? I asked smiling.He raised his head and my smile froze.“What are you doing here?” He demanded angrily. “I don’t remember inviting you over.”“I missed you. I was hoping we could go to lunch together.”“Look, Celine, our arrangement is

Becky’s PovI was still admiring the pictures, when an elderly woman was wheeled in.She was about Anna’s age, size, and looked a little like her, except her bright blue eyes were dull and fearful. They brightened on seeing Anna. I knew instantly I would like her. The man pushing the wheelchair was another matter. He was in his early thirties, tall and dark haired, with a broad, pleasant smile. He looked friendly, but his gray eyes were cold and hard. I disliked him immediately.“Anna!” Brenda exclaimed. “It has been ages. I have missed you.”Anna laughed. “It has only been two weeks, dear. How are you feeling?”“Good and you? Where have you been? You weren’t at the club last week.”“I had a slight emergency.”“What happened?” Brenda asked, alarmed.“No, nothing serious, just a little change of staff. Meet my new caregiver, Rebecca.” Anna introduced me.“Nice to meet you sweetheart,” Brenda told me, smiling. “Nice to meet you too, Ms. Finley.” I said.“Call me Brenda. What happened to

Becky’s POV I froze as his lips moved towards me, with my heart beating wildly. Frank was going to kiss me and I didn’t want that from him.Just before his lips reached mine, I quickly turned away.“Emmm…. What is the time?... I am hungry… very hungry,” I stammered.He looked embarrassed and I felt sorry for him.“Sure, so am I. There is a nice open-air restaurant around here. Let’s go there.”We walked in awkward silence to the restaurant. I didn't mean to make him feel bad. Maybe I should have let him kiss me? But it was too soon.We got to the restaurant and went to a table.“The clam chowder is excellent, would you like to try it?” He asked me.“I have never eaten clam chowder,” I said.“You will like it.”“Okay.”We ordered. Both of us were now beginning to relax after the earlier embarrassment.“So have you saved enough for college yet?” He asked.“I am getting there.”“What are you planning to study? Wait, let me guess, nursing.”I giggled. “Guess again.”“No? Hmm, you have a