Chapter 89

Megan's Point of View

I still don't know what happened to Thea.

Maybe I'll ask later when I'm back. I still don’t talk to Craig because even if I wasn’t the one he did wrong; the anger was laughing at me. I know he didn't like what happened but is it right for his wife to see him with his ex?

That’s all I know. That's all Wayne told me, I'm out and I haven't waited any longer. But just as I walked out the door there was a voice calling to me and I didn’t know if I should be angry because he was just like his cousin Craig. I can’t really get the Holden.

As I went, I pretended not to hear anything and accelerated my pace. He doesn't appear to be interested in stopping. When I realized that there were a lot of people waiting in the elevator, I went to the fire exit instead. I wish he hadn't seen me. I just slid down gently because I was scared that if I rushed, my baby and me might harm.

I didn't have a car, so I gave my baggage to the cab driver earlier, and I'm hoping he delivered them. There are no major items and merely clothing there, yet they are nonetheless significant to me. Fearing that Rayleigh might catch up with me, I tightened my steps on the stairs, but I still had to take care. I checked to see whether he had followed when I got to the second level, but I don't think he noticed me come in.

I reduced my stride and gasped for air. I brushed away the little droplets of sweat that had formed on my brow. Given the fact that it wasn't particularly hot, water immediately accumulated on my brow as a result of exhaustion. When I finally made it to the ground floor, I exhaled a sigh of relief. I paused for a few seconds before opening the door, but I quickly backed away when I noticed a man gazing at me. I admit being startled. I saw him as if he were a ghost.

"W-what?" I can't think of anything to say because the faster my heartbeat, the more I hear. I wanted to be swallowed by the soil because I had told myself that I would never let my heart react to him again, but even our baby appeared to be toying with me and saying that he knew his daddy. I didn't follow through on what I intended to say, so I took a step back, and he took a step closer to me.

"What are you doing?" At long last, my question was straightforward, yet the anxiety in my heart remained. I wanted to take another step back, but he stopped me. He drew me in and wrapped his arm around my waist, like if he didn't want to let me go. I pressed him, but it appeared that he didn't want to let me go. If my body hadn't changed and I hadn't been carrying a baby, I might have been able to push him even more. Our baby is just a few weeks old, yet it already seems to be thinking in terms of butterflies.

"What about you, what do you think you're doing?" he questioned loudly, although he didn't grab me tightly it seemed enough to touch my stomach. His eyes were unmistakable, and he just peered fearlessly into mine; I couldn't fight gazing at him. Every time he stares at me, I feel like I'm in heaven. These are the eyes I used to seek, but I'm just lazy because they constantly display disinterest.

I attempted to pull his arm away from my waist, but it just tightened, indicating that he had no intention of releasing me. I glared at him since I was already hungry and he was making my headaches worse. I still have to come back here later, and I have no intention of having a reunion with him and acting as if nothing occurred between the two of us. I also avoided him for a few months; I planned to leave the country for a long time since I still had a lot to take care of, but on the day I plan to depart, I went with Thea because I was also suffering from regular headaches and was often hungry. I had an idea what was going on at the time, but I denied it in my head.

And when everything found out, I prepared to flee once more. I've already asked my father for assistance since it would be quicker if I did. Rayleigh also didn't try to contact me after what transpired between the two of us, but it appears that he has no intentions to pursue me, so I just accepted that perhaps destiny was not for us. Cupid did not provide us with the arrows that we would wield. So now he's here and behaving this way; I'm not sure what else he wants; I thought everything was enough what I showed him before, so I'm not sure what purpose he has for stirring up trouble again.

I also wanted to know what he wanted. I'd like to know why he's acting this way now only for his own convenience. I'd like to know whether he has ever considered how I feel. Why does he obviously think it's alright for him to act this way all the time? Is it because he realizes he only has one thing to say to me that I obey? I realized how hungry I was for his affection. I then started to wonder how miserable I was merely to get the small attention I desired.

"I'm not sure what you're saying, so please keep your distance from me," I added, seeing him stunned by what I said. I didn't budge and tried to push him again, this time much more easily. He must have lost strength as a result of what I did to him. Because the door was open and I had swiftly exited, I tried to peek back at him and noticed that he was still staring and standing where we had been prior. My tears poured on deliberately as I went. I let my tears run because the doctor indicated it was a pregnancy symptom, and I simply let myself release the tension.

I expected him to stay where he was and not follow, but I was astonished when he took my hand and dragged me to where he was going. I take my hand away from him, but he holds our hand so it doesn't slip out of his grasp. I gazed at him, then at my hand, which I had been wanting to do with him for a long time. He doesn't appear to mind what we do as long as we get where he wants us to go.

Then he came to a halt, and I noticed the cabs queued up.

"I can go home by myself," I said, rolling my eyes at him, and he let go of my hand. I walked over to the nearest available cab and rode there. I was waiting for him to depart when Rayleigh sat next to me, which surprised me even more. The cab began, but I continued to push him. "I can do it, why are you here?" I wanted to yell at him, but I only lowered my voice down due to the driver.

"Why can't you be sent home right now?" He lifted an eyebrow at me, his demeanor feminine. I paused my conversation and simply gazed out the window. When there was traffic and we looked to be able to tolerate it, I returned my attention to him, who had appeared to be staring at me first.

Before I spoke, I pushed his face away.

"Since you have a car, why don't you just drive it? You see there's no room, leave me alone," I grumbled, despite the fact that the spot was very large. Rayleigh was irritating me so badly that I no longer expected him to respond. Maybe my baby will look like him when it comes out because I'm always tease by him.

"You're my future wife, so it's only right that I look after you and make sure you're safe."

I was taken aback by what he said.

Because I was embarrassed by what he was saying, I moved to the far end of the seat, squeezed in there, and let him talk. Wife his face. Is such a thing possible? All the women he fucks must be his future brides. If only my blood could be turned into soup, I would have done it because my head had been boiling for him. Despite the fact that he was on my side, he squeezed me simply to be near to me. I shoved him, but he nestled on my shoulder and feigned to sleep.

I put my hand on the window and covered my mouth with my palm to keep the weird smile from appearing. I stared out the window and let it strain my eyes and while watching the lights at night, I fell asleep without realizing it. I simply awoke with my head on his legs. I sprang up, turned around and then touched my face to see whether there was any saliva on it.

When I peeked out the window, the car was still running and we hadn't arrived. I believed I had gotten more sleep; I was still weary, but I was fighting it. When I observed him, he just sat there watching my every move. I diverted my gaze from him, and he followed me. I assumed he had departed while I was sleeping. I returned to my seat and took another glance outdoors. I'm not sure why we put up with each other when we were so awkward with each other.

When I noticed the cab approaching our gate, I looked at Rayleigh, thinking, "Don't he tell me he'll still come with me even if I enter?"

When the cab screeched to a halt, he just returned my gaze and showed me the door. I, too, glanced at it and scowled. He opened my door from the inside, allowing me to go, and he also came out to see me. I took out my money to pay for the taxi cost. I wouldn't invite him since he turned his back on me while pretending to be busy. What can I say to my parents once he's inside?

I could hear his every step as I walked. I didn't look at him and let my father become angry at him. In my rush, I assumed he'd never catch up with me, but we were like Tom and Jerry were pursuing each other. In what we do, we act like children. When we arrived inside, I heard someone conversing in the kitchen and dashed there. He's stalking me like a serial murderer. When I got to the kitchen, I instantly embraced and yelled at my father.

“DAAADD! SOMEONE ATTEMPTED TO KILL ME!" I yelled so loudly that they would go deaf as a result of the volume of my voice. I want to giggle in my head because I know my daddy will be furious as soon as he realizes I'm not lying.

Rayleigh rushed in from the kitchen, still breathless since he tried but couldn't catch up to me. When everyone in the kitchen turned to stare at Rayleigh, I repressed my laughter. My father held my hand, and I grinned happily at him. I felt I was the winner until one of my daddy's visitors stood up and approached Rayleigh.

"Son, we've been waiting for you for a while," the guy said, and there was no doubt it was his father because their looks were identical. I even noticed another visitor and realized it was his mother. They are well-known to me since who doesn't know who is always content in a weekly blog or a magazine?

"Oh my, oh my. You are absolutely right; your child is stunning." The woman who I think felt was bewildered by my features stared at me.My mother chuckled at what the woman was saying, so I hid my face from the back of my father like a kid. Because I wasn't used to being complimented, the back of my ear flushed.

"Please be patient with my daughter's conduct; she just returned from another country, and I haven't informed her about it yet," my papa said, scratching his chin. Others might believe I had been there for a long time if he stated I was from another nation, even if I had only been there for an hour.

I couldn't understand what they were saying. I was perplexed by their topic. What hasn't my father told me yet? As they glanced at me, I asked my father what he meant. I haven't even been able to sleep, like though I've had a revelation that I will never ignore. I stared at them, whispering to my father. Rayleigh, on the other hand, had his eyes expanded as he couldn't take his smile off his lips.

"Dad, what are you telling them I don't know yet?" Even though I lowered my voice I knew they could hear me. My daddy looked up at me. Next, he looked at Rayleigh then called out to him.

"Rayleigh." He motioned to my side but I immediately growled.

"DAD!"

"Megan, if you don't want to or if you do, you must marry him. I used to advise you to select someone from whom you may pick. It is now up to us to make the decision for you." My daddy remarked with a chuckle, looking at my wide jaw, and my jaw eventually fell as a result of what he said.

"Meet your fiance."