RIGHT 2

Chapter 7

I was afraid that now he not only could withstand my emotions but also my existence. That indicates he would ask me for things that I couldn't give him, then what? He will hurt me torturously slowly with time and tide. Every day glimpsing his face would be a relic that how much I loved him and how he broke me. He made me stand again on the same path where I have to decide between two things that was important to me. Him or freedom.

I know I couldn't work under the same roof where bit by bit I will feel myself fade away due to my love for him. He was air which I couldn't survive without but also the pain which I would die from.

Aimless wandering had led me to the bathroom, as the moisture of anguish ran down my cheeks. It's been a few minutes since I retired from the meeting, I couldn't accumulate the substantial amount of courage to endure his brutal invasion.

I needed to clear my head.

He can't rule my head, he had evoked ample damage and I couldn't allow him to serve me any further. Firstly, I had to attend the meeting and then talk with him, I won't cry over him.

Wiping the moisture that covered my countenance, I stepped out of the bathroom, only to be abruptly pushed back inside again, against the wall. The tingling sensation on my skin and blustering butterflies in my stomach indicated who was the person.

"Let me go."

"I can't," his deep voice was thick with emotion, Aiden's hands were tightly wrapped around me, holding me in a vice clasp. I peeked into his wilderness gaze which shone with myriad of emotions swirling in them. "If you had thought I would give up on you this easily then you were wrong, I will follow you wherever you go."

I pushed him.

Probably, he would be distracted and vulnerable because he stumbled a little. Instantly, an accusing finger points out at him. We were alone in the bathroom and thankfully he had locked the door, so no one could enter and witness the confrontation.

"Why didn't you tell me, Mr. Roosevelt was your uncle?"

I was dying to know the answer, he never told me about his uncle then again, he had never told me about his family or himself either.

" I didn't know that you earned an internship in Roosevelt Ambiance until I saw the papers, and after that, I tried to tell you several times but you were never ready to listen to me, I even visited your house."

He was right I never mentioned that I received an internship in Roosevelt ambiance, he simply knew that I received an internship and perhaps that was the reason he was indignant when he found that I was leaving for England, and also, he did come to my house but I refused to hear him.

"Why are you here?" I asked, changing the subject.

He stared at me for a moment before his large hand reached out and cupped my face with his large palms.

" I came here for you." He said precise words that he told me a couple of days ago, "I can't live without you."

Liar.

My eyes hardened.

"No! You are so selfish, Aiden. Why everything is about you!? You thought coming here as the head of the same company would bring me back to you and I would be worshiping the ground you walk on, huh? Let me tell you thought wrong. I am not coming back to you."

He shook his head.

"Emerald, I am trying to make everything better for us, I know I made a mistake and I am trying to fix it." His hand descended from my face and he took my hand in his which I quickly pulled out.