Shit. Speak of the Devil I stopped walking and stared at him in disbelief. After todays mishap I didn’t know if could face him.
I wanted to run away but he had already seen me. I wondered what he was doing here and whom he was waiting for. He seemed to be staring at me… was he here to see me? I thought to myself. No way. However, he was clearly looking at me. This couldn’t be good I thought to myself.
I noticed he was wearing a new suit so he had left the restaurant and changed, then returned?
I reached the end of the street and stood in front of him. I looked up at him and took note of our significant height difference. To think the boy who was so small back then would tower over me dramatically like this.
He had grown into quite the fine young man. In his expensive suit, he had the look of a CEO self-important, confident and well dressed.
Not to mention he was quite handsome. He also was no longer chubby either, firm muscles showed underneath the suit. So funny, he looked like the kid I remember but also not at the same time.
I was staring at him I realised. I had to say something or I would look weird.
“Mr Carrington,” I greeted him. “I apologise again for this afternoon.”
I immediately said to him.
“Oh , don’t worry about that,” he said to me. His voice was different from how he’d sounded in the private dining room. Less serious, more casual and friendly.
“Jasmine… is that you?” Louis asked me. My eyes softened at the confirmation that he he did know who I was.
I didn’t say anything for a moment. Should I lie to him? I thought to myself. I looked up into his eyes I had already ruined his suit. There was no point being embarrassed now. Besides, he could simply verify the truth himself later.
Yes, it’s me,” I told him the truth but couldn’t meet his eyes.
“I don’t know if you recognise me,” he went on.
“I – I remember you Louis,” I said slowly letting him know I hadn’t forgotten him.
“Wow, I’m glad. It’s been years,” he started. “I never imagined I’d see you again, and in a place like this,” he responded.
“Neither did I,” I told him. I couldn’t bring myself to meet his eyes. I’m sure he had the same look I always received from other socialites whenever they saw me.
There was a moment of silence between us. I continued to feel his gaze on me.
I still couldn’t bring myself to look at him. I was scared to see the judgement in his face. In the socialite world I was viewed as a woman so crazy and jealous her husband kicked her out of the house. It’s probably how he saw me as well.
I began to think of all the possible reasons he had come to see me. Was he going to say he had a problem with me working at the company?
“Jasmine…,” he started. My body froze when he said my name. I knew he was going to ask the questions I dreaded. “May I ask where you’re headed now?” he then asked me.
“I have to pick up my son from school and then go home,” I informed him.
“You’re going to pick him up on your own?” He asked me in disbelief.
“Yes,” I slowly responded. Now he knew I didn’t have a driver. I was feeling more and more embarrassed the more I talked to him.
There was a moment of silence between us. I continued to feel his gaze on me.
I still couldn’t bring myself to look at him. I was scared to see the judgement in his face. In the socialite world I was viewed as a woman so crazy and jealous her husband kicked her out of the house. It’s probably how he saw me as well.
I began to think of all the possible reasons he had come to see me. Was he going to say he had a problem with me working at the company?
“Jasmine…,” he started. My body froze when he said my name. I knew he was going to ask the questions I feared he would ask. “May I ask where you’re headed now?” he then asked me.
“I have to pick up my son from school and then go home,” I informed him.
“You’re going to pick him up on your own?” He asked me in disbelief.
“Yes,” I slowly responded. Now he knew I didn’t have a driver. I was feeling more and more embarrassed the more I talked to him.
An expression I couldn’t quite understand appeared on his face. He seemed to be contemplating. He then held out his hand.
“Well then, may I offer to help you collect your child and giving you a ride home?” He then asked.
My eyes widened in surprise. He surely couldn’t have come all this way just to give me a ride. He wasn’t going to ask me any of the blatantly obvious questions I’m sure wanted to ask.
“Mr Carrington you are technically my boss I don’t want to impose,” I started. Why would he offer a rumoured crazy woman a ride home?
“Nonsense, we’re both off the clock right now and no one from the restaurant can see us right now, so think of it as reconnecting with an old family friend,” he said to me.
I looked at him skeptically unsure of what to say.
” If you do, I just might turn a complete blind eye to today’s incident,” he then said to me with a mischievous smile.
I turned red as I remembered spilling the drink on him. I thought he said he forgave me so why was he mentioning it again? I felt I was being bullied by Louis.
“Well then, if you don’t have an issue with it then I accept your offer,” I told him seeing no other way out of it.
“Excellent,” he answered. He took my hand and lead me to his car. He opened the passenger door for me and helped me inside, then went to the other side and got in himself. What a gentleman, I thought to myself.
I was worried about riding with him and spending more time with him because inevitably I would have to explain my situation to him. However, Louis kept our conversation light and easy going in the car, surprisingly. I felt a little relieved. He told me about his life and the things that happened after the last time we saw each other.
“…So I finished finished went to university and got a degree in Finance and business,” he told me. “I graduated just last year.”
“Congratulations,” I said to him.
“Thank you,” he said.
“And now you’re the CEO of the Garden House?” I asked him.
“Yes, my father appointed me less than a year ago,” he told me.
It made sense that with the Robert jnr., his older brother, set become the heir of the company that their father would still incorporate them into the company somehow
I hadn’t paid attention to either Elizabeth or Louis in my past life so I didn’t know what they did with their lives.
“And your sister is in the business too?” I asked.
“Yeah, she’s the CEO of one of the other subsidiary companies,” he explained to me.
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