ET2: Through The Storm

Chapter 44

Aron Ryle's POV

Despite the drowsiness that alcohol brought me, I still managed to read the word “Love” on my phone's screen. She's been trying to call me the entire time yet my fingers felt so heavy, I couldn't even lift them up to slide the answer button on my phone. 

I felt a whack inside my chest when I pictured her in my mind. 

I am distancing myself from her right now. How could I face her in the future? My life is a mess. I couldn't drag her down in this pitfall of my life. 

The woman who has been hindering me from going out with her was not even my biological mother. Dwight wasted her time for nothing. She was being patient with my mom all the time but it turned out the woman we've been persuading has no plan of recognizing it all since the beginning. 

She hurt Dwight's emotions yet she is not even related to me. She is not my mother at all. She was just trying to ruin my life because she sees me as someone who scarred hers too. I should be happy that she is not related to me but the thought hurts even more. 

I don't want to see Dwight right now. I don't want her to know anything. I know that it'll hurt her too. Dwight is a type of a woman that really wants her partner to tell her if something was off. She wanted us to be together in happiness and pain. But this pain, I couldn't bear to share it with her. I don't want her to carry the burden as well. I couldn't let her embrace this pain and feel the discomfort for me.  

If she sees me in this situation, her heart will agonize for me. She doesn't deserve the misery I might give to her when I insist on seeing her right now. 

Her smile is the only thing I wanted to see on her face. I don’t want her to shed a single tear. 

It's my personal matter. It has nothing to do with her. 

I instantly pulled my senses back  when I heard a loud sound of whistle echoed in the whole place.

What is happening? Where am I? Is there an emergency around? 

I hung back when I saw Johnny with a whistle on his mouth, leaning back at the door frame. 

"Viegas? What are you doing here in my house?" I asked, still on the bed. 

He took the whistle with his hand and his mood dimmed. "You moron! Look around and see if it's your room." 

I was wordless as I roamed around my gaze. Just then, I realized that the surroundings are different from mine. 

"I am in your house? Why am I in your house?" I begged continuously. 

After ignoring Dwight's call, I couldn't recollect anything that happened last night. 

Johnny sat down at the edge of his bed. 

I squinted and shoved him off the bed. "Doon ka nga umupo sa upuan. You sitting there, it's quite weird that I am still in your bed." 

He did not argue. He grabbed a chair and turned it around and straddle over it. 

This man. Who would have thought that the respectable CEO of Royal Dreamers would sit like this. It's rather different from his public image. 

Suddenly, I thought of Dale. He is much different from this man in front of me. He would sit in an upright position, with a book in his hand. 

"Diesma, I even missed my dinner date with Ellaine because of you," he said, tossing me his deadly glares. 

"What did I do?" I asked innocently. I don't have any idea what he was talking about. 

"You drunk! Walang hiya ka. Ako talaga ko tinawagan mo?"