Ambrosial

Chapter Nine - Speechless

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This story has gotten up to 12k reads and I can't even. So I slacked a day off again from studying to let you guys have a piece of my mind.

So, okay, maybe lots of you are getting confused with the time set of this story. I'm just going to say that pretend that their trip to Egypt will never happen and this was a dream that Lilly and Rikky had before going to that certain trip. And that this dream was going to be months ahead of time after lots of days working together etc.

This is how I see the story goes. So, please respect that. I just see that a certain someone  dies and that Rikky is just going to snap and lose it. As well as when Lily finally admits to herself that she likes a guy.

So, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

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"Sir? Are you alright in there sir?!" I yelled, frustrated of this deadly silence that has greeted me in response to my question. I was flabbergasted by thoughts that has roamed over my head to quench my thirst for explanations.

What if Lord Dalgleish did get in there?

What if he needs help?

What if he is injured? Or worse?

I stopped thinking about it when I to that part, refusing to doubt Mr. Ambrose. He is a strong man and is very capable of himself. I know that, but I still couldn't silence my worried fit in my head.

He might be in trouble, and you know it. It mocked.

I didn't even want to reply since I simply didn't want to think about that possibility. The feeling that I had when we were fishing bodies from the ocean and how I prayed dearly for it to not be him, has dawned on me once again. The anxiousness that I am feeling when I don't know where he was, how he was.

Stop it, Lily!

I shook my head and let my arms fall into my sides.

Only to find out that my keys were in my pocket. I slapped myself in the forehead, noting that I would scold myself later on, and fumbled for my keys and put it in the keyhole and opened the door to a very messy room. Even the table was thrown to the side –well, not exactly thrown more like pushed so that it would be upside down. There were papers scattered all over the floor and it was a mess of broken glass that once posed in all its glory on the table that used to be upright. Finally, my eyes have found what it was so concerned of, yet have not notice –Mr. Ambrose.

He was breathing heavily, you could notice that as his shoulders drop and rise as he inhaled and exhaled. He was trying to calm himself down, I could already see that as his fingers moved like they were getting ready to punch someone's guts. As much as I loved my guts and life, I had to make sure that he was okay.

It was like the cost-benefit thing that he always did, and how he managed to get the answer that I was more important than him, I have no idea –because when I did mine, he came out the most important out of the two of us. Who would run his empire and factories? Karim?

Now, that was a funny thought.

I shook myself away from all the urges to laugh at seeing Karim in Mr. Ambrose's place, and walked down as far as the table between us would let me. Damned table, if you ask me. I repeated again my question when I was knocking wildly in the other side of the door , but all I got was intense silence. So, I continued talking, hoping that it would irritate him to respond to me.

"You know that a friend has told me that keeping what one felt to themselves, was a bad way to express feelings, so if you need a friend to lean on, then be my guest and use my shoulder, I know my friend did when he let me lean on to his-"

"Shut up." He said, icier and harsher in its neutral tone, cutting me off. He didn't even turn to look at me. "Just shut up, because I do not intend to care for you. Why would I care for you? You're a mad woman! Claiming to let men see that women could possibly contribute to society, wearing men's trousers whilst doing so. You are not as graceful and polite as any woman that I have faced in all my life, and despises the life that should be of a woman; beside a man's side." This was most I have heard of him talk about what he thinks or feels, and it was only happening on one day! Oh joy! How could I possibly care for his harsh words now?

"Yet, you... you have managed to let me see the way your grace and beauty is shown through your feistiness and annoyingly determination. You have managed to let me focus on how this whole scheme you're doing is only for independence you wish to have. The one that I also did longed for. You remind me that not all of these people around me are wearing these smiles and obeying me because they want to please me and for the sake of their payment. Although, I wouldn't say that you aren't obeying me for the money, I do gather that you enjoy disobeying me if only it wasn't the money on the line." Oh, my Lord. Now, he was joking too? Wake me up from this daydream! "But, I can see the sincerity in your actions. And for that, I admire you."

I was lost in words, and I couldn't hear anything else (Well, it was quiet) because my heart was trying to beat out of my chest. I felt happy, thinking that whatever it is I'm feeling, might be the same as to what he was. All I wanted to do now, was for him to turn around.

As if, reading my mind, he turned. His face was still steer cleared of emotions, but this time the mask was somehow thinned. His eyes were so deep and alluring... he closed the distance between us and kissed me.

Bloody hell, how can I refuse him now?

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