ARE WE OKAY NOW ?
Adrian's POV:
Just then, I noticed a pair of heels moving away behind the wall.
I quickened my pace and saw a girl with open hair, wearing a short skirt, a top, and a coat, hurriedly trying to hide her face while walking out of the hospital.
I didn't need much time to recognize her.
It was her — Elena.
I followed her, and as soon as she saw me, she started running.
Obviously, I ran after her too.
She kept running until she reached an empty stretch of road.
I tried to stop her, but she didn't listen.
Now she was nowhere to be seen.
I looked around but couldn't find her.
It was already getting dark, and the place didn't feel safe.
I couldn't just leave her alone here.
Ugh, this girl is unbelievable...
I was already tense, and now she had to show up here too.
After a few minutes, I heard someone sobbing.
I followed the sound and found Elena sitting on the roadside, crying.
I walked closer, but as soon as she saw me, she flinched and backed away.
(Maybe she was scared because of what I said earlier.)
I said, "Come on, I'm not going to hurt you."
She was still crying.
I noticed her knees were bruised, her ankle was swollen, and there were small cuts on her hands.
I reached out to help her stand, but she couldn't.
So, I helped her up and made her sit on a nearby bench.
I gave her a water bottle from my bag and cleaned her wounds with my handkerchief.
Her sobbing slowly faded.
Then she said, "Why are you helping me? I thought you hated me."
I replied, "First tell me, why were you following me?"
She stayed quiet for a few seconds, then whispered,
"I came here by mistake "
I knew that she was lying
"Come on tell me the truth"I said calmly
"I... heard you talking to someone angrily, so... I followed you."
Ahh, this girl....is insane.
I asked, "Then why did you run away?"
She said, "Because you told me to stay away from you. I thought if you saw me again, you'd yell at me."
I sighed. "It's getting late. Did you bring your car?"
She shook her head. "No."
"Then call your driver," I said.
She just sat silently.
"Call him," I repeated softly.
"I… left my phone in the car. Jaiz took it," she murmured.
"Okay," I said. "Then I'll drop you home."
She just nodded quietly.
When I turned around, I saw her trying to stand but failing.
Her ankle had swollen badly.
She couldn't even walk properly.
Sigh… no other option.
I gently lifted her by the waist and carried her bridal-style toward my car.
I helped her sit in the front seat, buckled her seatbelt, and sat on the driver's side.
While driving, I asked, "So, how did you fall?"
She said, "I didn't know this place well. I got lost, and suddenly a biker sped past me and I fell. My ankle twisted."
I glanced at her leg — it was swelling fast.
So I stopped at a nearby pharmacy, bought some medicine, and applied it to her bruises.
I even bandaged her cuts while she just stared at me.
"What?" I asked.
"You're… not as bad as I thought , marco" she said softly, with a small smile.
I got back in the driver's seat, a little embarrassed, and started driving again.
Then she asked, "You still haven't told me what you did to me at the club."
God, here we go again.
I sighed. "I swear, I didn't do anything to you."
She said, "But when I was drunk, I remember seeing someone coming close… trying to kiss me."
I laughed a little.
"What?" she said, confused.
"That wasn't me," I chuckled. "It was some random guy. I saw him approach you at the bar and told him to back off. No one kissed you."
She let out a deep breath of relief. "I thought it was you."
I laughed again. "No way."
Then she suddenly asked, "By the way, who's Olivia Addison? And why was that man yelling at you like that?"
My face went serious.
"It's nothing," I said quietly. "You don't need to know about her."
She looked out the window, clearly wanting an answer, but I couldn't tell her.
After a few moments of silence, I said, "By the way, sorry about your favorite heels. They broke that day because of me."
She thought for a moment, then said softly, "It's okay."
Finally, we reached her house.
I stopped the car and said, "We're here."
She didn't move.
"Oh right," I said, "you can't walk."
So once again, I helped her out and carried her inside.
Her mom wasn't home, I guess.
She asked me to take her to her room, so I did.
Her room was huge — fancy, elegant, and full of expensive things.
I helped her sit on the bed.
Then she said, "Um… coffee?"
I was about to refuse, but she had already asked the maid to bring two cups.
While waiting, I looked around.
Her childhood pictures were on the shelf — she actually looked… cute.
The maid brought the coffee.
We both sat quietly, sipping and talking normally for a while.
It felt… calm.
When I was about to leave, I said, "Take care of yourself."
She nodded slightly.
Then I walked out, got into my car, and drove home.
Hmm...She's not that much irritating as I thought.
Maybe now, everything between us is finally… normal.
No more misunderstandings.
Elena's POV
Mom called at lunchtime to say she and Dad had to go to a business party and Amelia was going to a friend's, so she would be late coming home. The cafeteria was loud, so I ducked near the storeroom to take the call. When I hung up, I was about to head back when I heard someone shouting angrily.
It was him — that asshole.I pressed myself behind the wall and watched. I didn't want him to see me. He was arguing on the phone, pleading, then slammed his fist against the wall and walked off.
I ignored that and walked off from there.
After lunch the other classes went by. At dispersal, Mike had already left early for some reason, so Jaiz and I got into my car. Suddenly I saw that grumpy guy again — he was rushing into his car and driving off. I told Jaiz, "Take my car, I'll be right back. I have to go somewhere." She blinked confused, then shrugged and drove away.
I grabbed a cab and told the driver to follow Adrian's car. I reached for my purse to pay and froze — my phone was still in the car. Shit. I'd left it behind. Luckily I had some cash in my bag.
I watched him stop a little way from the city near a hospital. He hurried inside. I paid the driver and followed.
He was so mysterious.
At the reception he said a name and then rushed upstairs — the lift was full so he took the stairs. I asked the receptionist what name he had said.
"Olivia Addison," she told me. "Ward 32."
I walked to the ward and hid behind a wall. I saw a scene: a man yelling at Adrian, grabbing his collar. Adrian was pleading about something. A woman came out and calmed the man, and Adrian looked upset as he turned to leave.
Then he saw my heels. He looked straight at me.
Oh no did he saw me ?, I pulled my face into my coat, and started walking quickly. My heart pounded — I was positive he would come after me. As I left the hospital I started to run. I didn't wanted to give him any reason for coming here. He shouted for me to stop, but I didn't.
I ran until I reached an empty stretch of road and an idiot on a bike shoved past me. I stumbled, fell, and my knees hit the ground. My hands and legs were bruised and my ankle swelled — I couldn't stand. Tears just started spilling out of me. I started crying because of the pain. I wanted to go home but I couldn't.
Then I heard his voice and saw him approach. He offered his hand but Ibacked away, wary.
"Come on, I'm not going to hurt you," he said softly.
He helped me up and led me to a nearby bench. He pulled a water bottle from his bag and gave that to me and cleaned my cuts with his handkerchief. Slowly, the sobbing eased.
I spat out, "Why are you helping me? You said you hate me."
He looked at me and asked, "First tell me — why were you following me?"
God, what could I say? The truth tumbled out. . I lied at first, then told him " I heard…I heard you talking to someone angrily, so I followed."
He asked why I'd run . And I said "I thought if you saw me here, you'd yell."
He sighed and asked if I had my car. I said no. He told me to call my driver. I admitted my phone was in the car with Jaiz. He said, "I'll drop you home." I nodded.
When I tried to stand I couldn't — my ankle had swollen badly. He held my waist and carried me bridal-style to his car without a second thought. Oh so this grumpy has this caring side also.
On the way he asked how I fell. I told him: "I got lost, a biker shoved me, and I twisted my ankle." He pulled over at a pharmacy, bought medicine, and bandaged my cuts. He gently wrapped my ankle and dabbed ointment on the bruises. I stared at him, surprised. "You're not that bad, Marco," I mumbled. He even cracked a small, reluctant smile.
Then I asked about the club. He said again, calmly, that he only dropped me home — he hadn't done anything to me. I told him about the blurry memory, how someone leaned in like they wanted to kiss me. He laughed softly and said, "That wasn't me. Some random guy tried, I shooed him away." I exhaled and felt ridiculous for thinking it was him.
I asked about the man and woman at the hospital. He got serious and said it wasn't anything I needed to know. I looked out the window, wanting more answers, but he wouldn't tell me.
A while later he said, "Sorry about your heel." Umm... atlast he gavea proper apology, I said, "It's okay." Maybe I was soft. Maybe I forgave easily. Whatever. I'm kind that way.
We reached my house. He carried me again inside to my room. "Mrs. Collins wasn't home" one of the maid said. I told her "I know that "
Hm he helped me today so coffee as a thanks.
I told him for coffee but before he could say anything I told the maid
"Can you bring two cups of coffee for us"
Till the coffee came he was admiring my room
He looked at my childhood photos and smiled.
Huh do I look ungly when I was a kid
No... neverrr !
We talked quietly while we sipped coffee, nothing heavy. When he left, he told me to take care, said goodbye, and walked out.
He's not as bad as I thought.
Haha this side of Marco is best .Maybe normal is a strong word… but for now, things seem okay between us.
Still — who is Olivia Addison? I need to find out. I texted someone with the hospital name and asked them to dig up anything about Olivia and send it to me.
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