Billionaire's Disastrous Kiss

Chapter 33

I knelt down and collected the shards of glass into the dustpan. Even though Ian told me he hated his brother I knew it wasn't true. He wouldn't cherish this photo this much if he didn't love his brother. And wouldn't get angry either.

Ian still hasn't come out of his office room and I can't blame him. That slap in the face, I felt it as if I was struck by it. And it deeply pains me because for some reason I don't want him to get hurt in any sort of way.

What's wrong with me?

I sighed and took the photo to my hand, studying it's frame. I gently ran my finger over the small flower design carved on the wooden frame border, a small smile curling up my lips at the beauty of it but then my finger met with a gap.

I frowned. I flipped the photo over and saw something white sticking out from inside the frame. In confusion I carefully pulled it out and realised it was a paper -- more exactly a letter.

A letter addressed as Dear brother.

But it wasn't my place to read so I neatly folded the letter and slipped it inside a small drawer.

Dusting off my hands I stood up and took the dustpan downstairs, putting the shards of glass into a box and then throwing it to the bin.

I looked out the window but it was still raining, the sky tar black and the clouds thick. The air was foggy, blurring the lights of the city but yet the sound of the rain was calming.

I moved to the glass wall and closed my eyes, leaning my head against the wall, listening to the pitter patter of the rain. It was tempting me to a deep sleep, a deep cozy sleep but I didn't want to bother Ian by sleeping in his room and neither did I felt like going to another rooms upstairs. He needs time and space to calm down.

I sighed and trained my gaze on one of the sofas that was long and large much like a bed. That would do. I walked over to it and laid down, curling myself into a ball. I was about to close my eyes when I heard a voice behind me.

"Are you mad at me?"

I looked over my shoulder and saw Ian standing at the bottom of the staircase, a hurt expression on his eyes.

I sat straight. "No. Why would I be mad at you?"

"Then why are you sleeping here?" He spoke as he approached me.

"I thought you're mad at me and needed sometime alone"

Ian's eyes softened. "Why would I be mad at you Hailey?" He took a seat next to me. "Tell me"

"Because I-" Ian raised his brows and I swallowed back my blank words.

"You did what?" He cupped my face in his hands. "Don't blame yourself for something you didn't do, okay?" He asked with a smile and I hesitantly nodded.

My gaze fell on his reddened face and I sucked in my breath. It must have hurt a lot. I gently placed my hand on his cheek. "Does it still hurt?"

"Oh it's nothing" He took my hand away and kissed my fingertips but I wasn't convinced.

I didn't know why I was feeling like this but I knew I wouldn't be at peace until I knew he was okay.

"Umm...let me get an ice pack" I hastily stood up and strode to the kitchen, pulling out an ice pack from the freezer. I went back to sit next to Ian but instead he suddenly pulled me onto his lap.

I was startled. "What are you-"

"Just stay here and do it" Ian looked at me with his deep blue eyes and I felt as if I was compelled.