Chapter 200 Shouldn't Have Returned
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"I won't sleep with you."
I misspoke and regret it when I see Andrew's eyes widen in shock. F**k, So stupid of you Tessa.
He must be thinking that I am horny for him, I facepalmed myself furiously. How could I be so stupid?
"I didn't mean like that." He explains and I cough from embarrassment. Can someone open the plane door I want to jump off from this embarrassing situation?
"I mean, I am not going to share a room with you." I shift in my seat hiding my flushed self.
"I don't mind." He says calmly as I care if he minds? Seriously? What does he think of himself? Who the hell is he?
Don't forget Tess, He is a cheater. Don't.
I keep reminding myself, when I come back from the washroom I saw him kissing Cyrus's forehead affectionately, his care and love terrifies me and made me furious too. I am the one taking care of Cyrus from the beginning till now. How the hell he could show his right to him?
It's me who has more right over him, not Andrew.
I feel very much uncomfortable when I see the way Cyrus is sleeping peacefully in his arms. The fear of losing him starts to engulf my heart slowly slowly.
If he is able to convince Cyrus to leave me then how am I supposed to live the rest of my life?
Cyrus is my life.
I close my eyes and start to rub my temples which are painful from the distressing thoughts.
"Can you bring a cup of coffee?" I hear Andrew ordering someone but didn't open my eyes to acknowledge him. After a while, a woman calls me and I open my eyes.
"Ma'am."
"Hmm…" I look at her, she is from the staff and she politely hands me the coffee cup, I nod and thank her politely.
"Thank you."
I start taking sips of coffee, it wasn't strong but good enough to calm my headache.
Pretty quickly, we touch the ground, and as I step out of the jet. I breathe the fresh air but it doesn't appease me a bit instead, it starts to suffocate me in a weird way.
I notice Ron standing near the car door, and he is my only hope as I rush toward him and in my excitement, I trip the stairs.
"Ahhh…"
I was supposed to fall when I hear a gasp from behind me and then I am in Ron's arms safe and secure.
"Please be careful, Miss." He says in concern and I smile at him. "Thank you for saving me again, Ron."
He nods his head stepping away from me and only then do I realize that there is Andrew standing behind us with Cyrus in his arms who is still sleeping.
His face is stern as he walks past me and then sits inside the car, I follow behind and Ron takes my bag from my hand politely as he put it back in the trunk.
BOOM
The atmosphere in the car is weird and tense. Andrew sits with a stern face as though I care but somehow his aura gives me chilling vibes.
I am still not sure if I have made a wise decision of coming back here. This place and the people here have given me multiple bad memories and I wonder if there are worse to come in my way.
Oh God, please protect us from their evilness.
I silently pray and my heart skips a beat when Ron stops the car in front of the mansion. The mansion, the cage where I used to stay captive, a prisoner.
I intend to take Cyrus from Andrew's arms but he strides expressionlessly and I try to match his pace. I feel anxious about the way he is behaving since we landed and don't even consider the things around me as we pass the crystal room and then the living room and straight to the elevator.
He presses the button for the second floor looking away from me and the panic starts to rise in my heart.
"Where are you taking Cyrus? Give him back to me." I protest as I stretch my arms in an attempt to take Cyrus away from him but he harshly pushes my hands away.
BOOM
"Aren't you just busy greeting your old companion just now? Go and have a chat with him. I will take care of my son." He says offensively and I look at him in horror.
I knew it, this man could never be trusted at all.
DING
The elevator door opens and he steps out in disregard while I furiously hold his arm in order to stop him.
"Not yours... My son… That's my son… Give him back to me." I order and he sneers as he effortlessly pulls his arm out of my grip and stride towards the room and then calmly places him on the bed.
I watch his actions and my eyes start to fill with remorseful tears.
F**k, what I have done. I have myself jump into the well of disaster.
How could I be so stupid to listen to him? How?
I was lost in cursing myself when he comes in front of me with a straight face, "Your…" He opens his mouth but before he is able to speak any further I hold his collar furiously and say through gritted teeth.
"You had betrayed me lots of times but not this time Andrew. If you dare take my son away. I swear I'll kill you." My tone turns murderous I don't know from where I get too much strength that I literally push him down to the ground and then walk towards my sleeping son with a firm decision to leave this mansion in an instant while my eyes sting painfully.
"Tessa." I hear an anxious sigh and soon I am in the arms of Andrew as I start to struggle immensely.
"Ssshh… calm down… I am not taking Cyrus away. I… just… I am sorry… I made the wrong impact from my actions. Please calm down." He whispers anxiously and finally, I breathe in relief as my nerves start to calm down slowly.
His hand on my back prickles my skin and for a moment, the flashes of the past start to play in my mind in fast forwards melting my heart and easing my body in his arms but when the memory of his betrayal flashes in my eyes, my heart again starts to turn cold as I angrily push him away from me.
He staggers back but didn't complain neither his eyes show any anger, all I see is sadness, and guilt.
"Your son is yours no one could take him away, and neither I will force anything on you." He says meaningfully as he bends down and picks up my shawl that has just fallen down from my shoulders when I was struggling in his arms furiously.
He keeps the shawl over my shoulder and I flinch from his action. I don't want him near me.
GO AWAY
Hearing my silent roar, he silently withdraw himself from the room. "I will come in the morning." He says before closing the door shut and I quickly lock the door in caution.
CLICK
I lean on the door breathing heavily and then sit on the ground taking a deep sigh, my heart heavy with worries and distress. The first night here has made me so pathetic what other night would do to me here?
I look around and realize that this is Andrew's old room and flinch from the memories of my past. I used to be the owner of this floor but that was all an illusion.
Sigh…
A deep sigh of regrets.
I have no idea for how long I had been sitting on the ground crying mn my bad fate and reliving all the time I had spent in this mansion as a prisoner. I had sacrificed everything for Andrew, my love for him always gives me a reason to accept all the brother and sister's weird demands I never try to look deeply into their conspiracies at all.
Such a fool.
I stagger my tired body towards my son, my relief from all the worries, my happiness my joy. I hold him in my arms and close my eyes to sleep hoping this nightmare would end and tomorrow we would find ourselves in our home in Chicago going back to our routine life.
*****
"Mommy..." I feel a slight shake on my shoulder and groan in my sleep.
"Hmm..."
"Mommy..." the eager voice sounds in my ears and frowning I open my eyes.
My mind is disoriented as I stare at Cyrus's anxious face and then the ceiling, the ceiling isn't white as it always used to be, it's brownish or golden with a chandelier on the top. WE never put any chandelier in our flat I stare at it for a while until I hear my name called out again by Cyrus in urgent, "Mommy... wake up."
"Mommy is awake," I slur and then sit up.
"Where are we, Mommy? This isn't the home." Cyrus asks with a deep frown between his brows and only then my mind starts to get clear.
I am in the mansion with Cyrus, it's the morning which means I have to be at the breakfast table before 6. I look at the clock in panic. It shows 5, Andrew must be gone for the running so we have one hour to be ready.
I look around for the wardrobe, there must be clothes for me and Cyrus there. Also, I couldn't see the bag that I had handed to Ron after getting off the Jet.
Oh No... No... No...
I was anxiously looking around when suddenly Cyrus's voice brings me back to reality.
"Mommy, I need to pee." I look at him apologetically, what the hell is wrong with me?
Why do these things about breakfast and the mansion rules still bother me? F**k them all.
This shouldn't be my concern now at all.
I pick up Cyrus in my arms and then head to the washroom, helping him to wash up. After he is done using the washroom, he insists on more sleeping and I let him, after all, I need some more time to think of how to explain to him all these things.
Just before a day, he has only me, and now suddenly a father and a brother have been added to his life.
Will he feel delighted by this revelation?
