Chapter 239 Barriers
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"Here," As I walk out of the washroom after the shower, fully clothed. Surprisingly, I find Andrew stepping into my room with a tray of breakfast in his hand.
I look at the clock. Have I been sleeping too late?
The clock shows past 9, which means I have overslept, indeed.
"Thanks." With an apologetic look, I thank him. He nods curtly, and then places a tablet for me, "In case, you will get a fever, last night you had a high fever."
BOOM
Finally, he mentioned the last night.
"What happened last night?" I question, looking at him curiously.
The muscle in his face twitches, showing his wrath, so, he is pissed at me. Have I done something to him last night, but what?
"Nothing." He seethed, restarting his nerves and before I was able to argue, he turns and walk away, out of my sight.
Bravo !!!
Why being so secretive, huh?
What could have happened between us?
A thought brings the heat to my cheeks, No… No… He hasn't touched me, I know. I shake away all the fictitious assumptions from my mind.
I am famished and the food literally fills up the fuel in me giving me energy. After filling my stomach, I quickly dry my hair, and then with the last few touch-ups, I am done.
I look at my bag, should I take this with me or not? What if someone stole it behind me, after all, I have all the documents inside it and the money that Ron had been sending me every month which makes me remember that I have to pay him back his money.
But, these days I rarely get a chance to meet him alone.
Maybe, one day when I'll be able to find him alone, I will thank him and then hand him back his money too.
I quickly push the bag under my bed, hopefully, no one will go there and then I even ask for the door's lock key from Miss Celine in case, if anyone tries to wander into my personal space.
At lunchtime, I was already full so instead of eating, I feed Aaron. He has been in low spirits since he returned from the hospital. I thought that drip was to make him energetic but Alas, he has become weaker, or I would say quietly.
Maybe the stress of the surgery or fear?
My heart tightens at all possibilities, my little child, I have missed so much on him and not a single day has this boy complained to me nor thrown any tantrums.
God has given me such an obedient son, whom I keep on thinking to abandon. How cruel of a mother have I become?
After lunch, as stated by Andrew, we all leave together and I feel puzzled when I don't see Miss Celine or Miss Martha accompanying us.
"You're not forgetting anything?" I whisper into Andrew's ear slowly, he is holding Cyrus while I am holding Aaron. He gives me a blank look and then shakes his head.
Sigh…
I want to knock his head, such a dumbass…
The car drives away and in silence, we reach the airport, straight to his private jet, all rich privileges. We are off and kids look outside excitedly, the sun shines brightly, and the sky covered with clouds is a rare sight to watch.
Andrew remains cold and quiet all the time through our journey, not that it matters to me.
Why do I care?
We walk out of the airport after exactly three hours from when he had taken off, "Would you like to rest, first?" Andrew turns to me, the first time he opens up his mouth to acknowledge me.
"Uhmm…" I wanted to say "NO" but the kids look exhausted and they need a proper meal too to eat and Aaron needs his medication too.
So, I gulp the word "NO" and then reply, "Yes, please. Kids look exhausted." He gives me an understanding look and then we check into a hotel.
Not an ordinary one, as expected, the luxurious one. A luxury suite room, which provides two single beds for the kids and two for me and Andrew. I still see the shocked look at the receptionist when Andrew asked for two adult single beds.
Yeah, he is handsome, all charming, but you don't know his real self woman, so back off and don't judge me…
I prefer a good man over good looks.
But, you had fallen in love with him with his looks only. A voice in my mind embarrasses my self-respect and I growl unhappily.
Shut the f**k up, now, things have changed.
Oh really? I could feel my subconscious quirking a brow in mock, and the flashes of Andrew's naked body last night comes in front of my eyes, and then his soft flesh in my hand, F**k…
Stop and Behave…
I internally slap myself hard and even though I am not tightly slapped, I could feel the tingles on my cheek or I would say the heat.
God, don't let me lose my senses around this man.
I settle the kids in their room and help them to change while Andrew orders the dinner. Later, we all eat together. I feed the kids mostly because since we landed my appetite seems to vanish.
I have no idea which hospital Cyril is in, and how he's doing. I wonder if Andrew has informed my parents about mine and the kid's arrival here.
Gulping anxiously, I feed both the kids, and they lay down for a quick nap. I cuddle in Aaron's bed to sleep with him. That option doesn't exist for Cyrus because he takes away all the space on the bed by himself.
Because he is healthy, thanks to the Lord, and my Aaron is still struggling with his health.
I blink my eyes, sadness enveloping me and soon, I am also off to sleep.
"Tessa…" I feel a light shake on my arm and wake up with a startle while a large hand covers my mouth instantly, "Shh… It's me." Andrew whispers and I roll my eyes unhappily, yes, I know it's you, I can see you now.
"Come outside," He leans and whispers in my ear, his hot breath tickles my skin and my hair stands up in a bolt shiver, and I close my eyes devouring the feeling.
After getting my senses back, I am able to form his words, and then with a furious blush I walk out, I hope they don't notice anything in me.
Oh, please.
"Yes…" My voice comes hoarsely, F**k, why and Andrew turns at my voice, as usual showing his handsome appearance to me.
Why hasn't this man aged in these last years?
Damn… He is still too hot and unable to resist.
"Uhmm, I was thinking, If I take the kids asleep to the hospital instead of waiting for them to wake up." He suggests and I open my mouth to refuse when he adds, explaining, "In this way, you would be able to spend some quality time with Cyril, alone."
Oh, so there it is going.
Yeah, with kids it would be difficult to talk, and also if I would be able to control my emotions in front of him, I doubt.
My stomach flips realizing that I am too close to see Cyril, and my parents, of course. Will I be able to meet Dad? To look into his eyes without complaining? To regard him as my loving father after what he had done to me.
I am lost in my thoughts and worries when a warm hand covers the mine, giving it a light squeeze, "Everything is going to be fine. Stay normal." Andrew speaks comforting my anxious heart.
Taking a deep breath, I nod my head and give him a small smile which I could manage at this difficult time.
He pulls away his hand rather quickly than I thought he would. Fine, not his fault, since day one I had created barriers with him, which he shouldn't break, or he couldn't.
Well, let's not ponder on this, now.
I quickly freshen up, and then with sleepy kids, we leave the hotel. I keep fiddling my fingers all the way, and my gaze keeps staring out of the window, even though I know it's of no use but still I am restless and Andrew could notice this because whenever my gaze falls on him, he would give me a reassuring smile and I somehow is able to squeeze back one by myself.
BOOM
The car stops and my heart rate drops, Ok, this is it. Tessa, be normal, be strong.
I keep repeating those words in my mind for encouragement while Andrew opens the back door politely. "I'll stay with the kids, you go and meet Cyril, first." He advises and I nod in response.
"2nd floor, room no. 204. Or you could ask for the nurse Lea, she will take you to him." Andrew explains briefly and thanking him, I get out of the car and with heavy steps enter the hospital.
The hospital looks quite modern and well named, I make my way towards the staircase and start climbing up with my heart pounding violently in my chest. "Don't panic, Be strong…"
Yes, be strong.
I finally reach the second floor and as I step onto the floor, it looks utterly quiet, I take a deep breath, lift my shoulders, and then bracing myself I start walking towards the doors looking for the number 204.
201,
202,
203,
204.
BOOM
That's it, before I am able to knock, the door opens from the inside and I see the familiar face which makes my breath hitch and my heart skips a beat. For a moment, I am lost. Completely lost, my mind goes numb and I couldn't stand properly, my steps stagger, and my chest tightens in an awful pain as though someone is twisting my heart mercilessly.
I couldn't breathe, I couldn't see. I am going into the dark.
"TESS."
BOOM
