Chapter 433 – Beginning with a Daring Encounter

Lucas frowned as he looked around. There weren’t any pharmacies around them, and even if there were, he couldn’t just walk into any pharmacy to get it since it was a prescription medication and she wasn’t his patient.

Without wasting another moment thinking about it, he got out of the car and went to open the driver’s door, “I will take you back to the hotel as quickly as I can, and then you can take your pill,” Lucas said as he placed an arm around her shoulder and helped her get out of the car.

Miley held him tightly as he escorted her around the car to the passenger seat, and once she was seated, he helped her buckle her seatbelt before getting into the car and driving off.

True to his word, he drove as quickly as possible while glancing at her at intervals and squeezing her hand supportively as she cried softly.

The moment he drove into the hotel premise and parked in front of her apartment, he picked up the key card, which had fallen out of her handbag, before getting out of the car.

Once he unlocked the door, he returned to her side of the car, and without waiting for her to get out, he unbuckled her seatbelt and carried her bridal style inside the apartment.

He headed straight to the bedroom and picked up the prescription bottle quickly alongside a bottle of water, and handed it to her. He sat on the edge of the table as he watched her swallow three pills hurriedly before breaking into another sob.

Watching her cry, Lucas felt his heart contract painfully, and he sat beside her and gathered her close to himself.

“This is not fair. I didn’t do anything to deserve this pain. I didn’t,” she murmured as she cried.

“I’ve done my best to be a good person. Why do I get to die while someone as despicable as Rachel is alive and healthy? Why? Why me?” She cried bitterly, but Lucas said nothing as he held her and let her cry.

He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t have an answer to her question. The best he could do was to hold her and let her cry.

Lucas didn’t know how long he sat there consoling her, but it was when he didn’t hear any word from her again that he looked down at her and realized that she had fallen asleep.

Lucas sighed as he held her away from himself, but before he could stand up, she grabbed the front of his shirt, “Please, don’t leave me,” she said drowsily without opening her eyes.

“I have to take you to your bed,” Lucas said as he gently detached her hand from his shirt and stood up before carrying her to the bedroom.

He lay her on the bed gently, but before he could straighten up, she grabbed his hand once again, “Don’t leave.”

Lucas sat down beside her with a sigh and covered her elegant hand with his other hand as he watched her sleep. Her face was pale, and her long lashes were still wet with tears.

He didn’t like that he was becoming more worried about her or that he was feeling attached to her in a way. Watching her sleep now, she seemed so fragile and nothing like the lady who had been laughing beside him a while ago at the cinema.

He slowly let go of her hand, “I’m not leaving tonight,” he assured her quietly as he stood up and pulled the duvet over her.

He was going to make sure to leave the next day and go as far away from her as possible. She was making him worry, and he didn’t want to.

Once he made sure she was well covered, he returned outside to the car, which he had left, and shut the door. He gathered back the items she had poured out of her bag, as well as both their phones, before returning to the house.

Seated on the couch, he contemplated his options. Perhaps he should find a way to reach her family and inform them of her situation? She would be mad at him. He reasoned with a sigh. It wasn’t his place to do that.

He thought about Celsie’s secretary, who was her friend and who already knew about the situation, and decided to give Celsie a call. Maybe he could get the secretary’s number from Celsie and give her a call.

Just as he dialed Celsie’s line, he heard the door open from the outside, and he stood up to see who it was.

Amy, who had just opened the door and was dragging in her luggage bag, stopped when she sighted the man who she recognized to be her boss’ twin brother, and they both stood still staring at each other.

“What do you think?” Celsie asked as she walked into the bedroom to join Benne, but she stopped to admire his outfit when she noticed that he was dressed and looked almost ready to leave.

He was dressed in a white long-sleeved shirt, but the sleeves were rolled over to his elbow, and the shirt was tucked into a pair of grey plaid pants. The top three buttons of his shirt were left open, revealing the gold neck chain he was wearing.

“Why do you have to always look so handsome?” she asked with a silly smile, and Benne grinned as he looked her over.

“Just so you can keep falling for me,” Benne said as he continued to look at the dress she was wearing with thoughtful eyes.

“What? You don’t like the dress?” Celsie asked with a slight frown as she looked down at the simple blue halter knee-length dress she was wearing.

“I don’t think there is a thing you would wear that I wouldn’t love. My eyes are biased when it comes to you,” Benne said, and Celsie blushed slightly.

“But what?” She asked, knowing he wasn’t satisfied.

“It’s nothing serious. I wasn’t planning on wearing a blazer but seeing how exposed your dress is, I was trying to figure out what blazer to take along with me in case you get cold. I don’t want to ruin your outfit,” Benne said, and Celsie smiled as she walked up to him and embraced him.

“You are too sweet,” Celsie said as she ran her hands up his back.

“And we are going to be very late if you keep that up,” Benne said as he kissed her forehead and pulled away from her.

“We have less than thirty minutes left. It’s past 7 PM already,” Benne said as he walked into the closet to find a blazer, while Celsie went to the dressing table to add some finishing touches to her face and hair.

By the time Benne stepped out of the closet ten minutes later, wearing a black blazer over his shirt, she was dabbing some perfume on her wrist, and he smiled as he went to stand behind her.

She had let her hair down and was wearing her green-colored contact lens instead of her glasses, “You are beautiful,” he said as he brushed her hair to the side and kissed her neck.

“Thank you,” she said with a smile directed at his reflection in the mirror, “And don’t think I have not noticed how you are extra pleased whenever I let my hair down or leave my glasses,” Celsie said, and Benne grinned.

“Feel free to tell me something you would like me to do in return each time you do it,” Benne said, and Celsie smirked.

“I will keep that in mind,” she promised as she walked away from him and went to sit on the couch so she could put on her pair of high-heeled nude sandals.

Benne followed her and crouched down in front of her as he took the sandals from her, “Let me help you with that,” he said as he helped her buckle her sandals.

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