Just For Tonight

Mini Chap 19

"Why did you left that morning, hermit?"

"You're not supposed to be here."

"I was meant to be here."

She felt his gaze intent at her, but she was determined not to match that because she knew those blue-green eyes would weaken her just as how it did that night weeks ago.

"Just tell me why you left, Lillian. Because I have a strong feeling that you were dwelling on a misapprehension all these days."

She can hear the silent plea in that voice, but she was not planning to yield. She knew that no matter how she really wished him to be there, it cannot be. 

"You're supposed to get married."

His silence fed her fury. 

She faced him and looked at him with cold anger in her eyes, "You lied to me the moment we met. We both know people engaged to other people aren't suppose to meet up with other people and taking them to the apartment and have your way with them."

He was supposed to retaliate by that but he closed his mouth in hesitance. She saw that as guilt. She was infuriated and disgusted.

"You knew I was inexperienced, Marcus Westcliff, of course I would be ignorant enough to yield to your chivalry, and your fake sadness. It was inevitable that we would end up in your bedroom the moment I agreed to enter your bloody bachelor's pad!"

He looked down and shook his head.

"And don't you dare tell me I am a very irresistible woman and you fell for my feminine wiles because we both know I tried my best to chase you away. I was so immune to men before, but unfortunately you were the exception. And I failed." She pointed at his chest in her all-out emotional breakdown, "But if you had just a little bit of conscience as a human person, you should've known that talking to female strangers and leading them on was a mistake for an engaged man entitled to get married!! Well, THANK YOU for hurting me and CONGRATULATIONS for being the world's greatest lecher. "

She was breathing hard now, her whole body was shaking and she was trying hard to calm herself before she cry out and become the weakest, most feminine, pathetic person in front of Marcus Westcliff. She touched her belly to express her apologies yet again to the unborn baby for her another emotional breakdown.

She sighed, feeling herself calm down and faced the door, "Leave, Marcus Westcliff. We both know you don't need me in your life. I certainly don't need you in mine."

"You forgot one thing, hermit." 

She stopped walking away and summoned all her willpower to stay calm and faced him. 

"You were supposed to say congratulations too for my marriage."

She clenched her fist in restraint for her barely calmed emotions, "Stop being an asshole and adding insult to injury."

"Stop believing on the wrong things, Lillian." He smiled at her in exasperation, "Who am I engaged to? Why am I getting married? Why are you so intent in chasing me away with that impossible notion? You need to be taken care of, not hide in this big house away from civilization, having the closest hospital an hour away. It's dangerous living here for a pregnant woman!  You're carrying my child, for God's sake."

She glared at him with disbelief. "You're not engaged?"

"Not now, at least. I still need to ask you that, if I manage not to scare you away."

"What was that wedding invitation in your bedside table? The sketch with your face on it? There was a voice message about your wedding too." He looked at her as if she was someone crazy and that made her angry again, "Those were concrete evidences, Marcus. I'm not a psycho leaving without any preamble after that...memorable....night."

He couldn't contain his chuckle, "You're not a psycho. You're a doctor. And you have an occupational hazard to over-analyze things. That's what happened."

His chuckle was infuriating for her, "What was the part that I over-analyzed, then, asshole?"

This infuriated and enraged side of Lillian was the best and most amusing for him so far. He couldn't help thinking how adorable she is, he wanted to hug her. "Just calm yourself down for now. This surge of emotion isn't good for the baby."

She froze when he reached out and hugged her, caressing her head in his hands and soothing her. She was supposed to say something back but another side of her agreed with what he said.

He held her a bit tighter and released a heavy but relieved sigh, "I missed you so much."

She swallowed a sob. "We're not done yet with this argument."

"Let's do it later."

"No. You either argue with me or you can leave."

He sighed again and moved a bit away, just so they can look eye to eye. "The picture, that's my dad's drawing. I'm his son, we probably would look alike in a sketch. The wedding invitation, my mom's. She used the picture for her 5th wedding, which unfortunately, will be to my dad. Her favorite son happened to be in a honeymoon, the next best thing to rant about the wedding was me. She kept calling me about random things all those days as if I was her maid of honor when in fact, I'm a best man. She still thinks I'm gay., after all. Infuriating as that may sound."

She couldn't hide her surprise and extreme embarrassment. "My goodness. Please don't tell me you're lying yet again."

"Would I come here in a tuxedo all the way from New York just to lie to you? I made young Simon read the Best man's speech for me right now just so I could be here." Seeing the tears of relief from her eyes, he couldn't help but kiss them all away for her. "Let me be with you, because I can't function without thinking about you, hermit. I cannot draw toy designs I usually draw so easily. I made my nephew missed out on his shot because I was in a daze all the time. I can't sleep in that bed without thinking about you. I was so ready to burn my whole apartment in an attempt to get you out of my mind, Lillian Bowman." 

She chuckled despite sobbing, "What? No way, Marcus. Is that an example you would want your nephew to follow?"

He laughed with her and held her face in both his hands, "If you chase me away now, he will know who to blame. You're responsible with my future actions from now on."

She held his fingers and leaned her forehead to his, "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry too."

She hugged him.

"You're not gonna disappear on me again, are you, my hermit?"

She smiled and held him tighter, "Never."