Solitaire ✔

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Eighteen

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[Chris' POV]

Returning from the exhibition, first thing at home was the sound of the bag slapped down hard on the floor. She fell onto the floor. Her back was wrapped in depression. Silence stood between us. I watched carefully.

"Why..." The voice clipped with shivers.

Breathing in deeply, I looked at my bedroom. Hatred and love had somehow twisted together. There wasn't a definite answer.

"I..." Her eyes looked at me. She frowned in anger but the expression worn across a set of guilt. Grace was a materialistic woman. Yet, the heart still stood a pinch of good

Maybe, when human lost the will to fight, the evil in them would settled to dust.

"I will still marry you." My sentence formed. Clear and straight into her ears.

"You know..." The face with tears rolled down her cheek, fist clenched tightly, "I don't love you."

Smirking at her statement, my steps moved closer. There was zero distance between us. Breathing was heavy. I grabbed her hand tightly. My eyes watched her expression. Not even an inch for her to retreat from my momentum.

"And I don't love you as well." I landed her a clear reply before I headed into my room.

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"Rachel..." Whispering sounded with the breeze of wind.

Sat on the side of the bed, my eyes looked out of the window. The sky is blue. Sun ray glided into the room. Warmth had wrapped the room with slight temperature. Though warm yet breeze brought a comfortable ambiance within.

My hand grabbed the phone, not willing to let go for a second. I shut my eyes tight hoping to suppress down the pain. It had been a day after the exhibition. My phone had been kept busy, dialing of the same mobile number. Every time I was welcomed by disappointment.

I frowned at the numerious of trials. Sighed at the silly action I had took, I continue dialing the numbers again.

'The number you have just called is not in use. Please try again later. Thank you." Clenching my fist, I threw the phone across the room. It hit onto the wall, shattered into pieces.

Burning in ferocious emotion, I couldn't figure out anything. I wasn't certain where could I have find Rachel. Instead of the lost, I felt my guilt deep. The guilt that I didn't know Rachel that well even we had been together for years. All this time, she was the one whom tried so hard while I did nothing but receive everything she gave.

Till now she is gone, only regrets had remained.

"Where are you..." I whispered for question that will never be answered.

"Just where are you..." My eyes hugged the pathetic tears. Sadness alerted my lost of love.

[Rachel's POV]

"Where are we heading?" I questioned, grabbing the passport in my hand.

Trees on the road fled past me as the car sped. It was a sunny day. Hilbert brought me excitement, brought anticipation to where this route could head it. Even between this surprises and mysteries, I couldn't stop feeling sad.

The car reached the air port. He pulled over as I observed a man in black tuxedo welcomed us.

"Evening Young Master." The man bowed a little as he took over the driver's seat.

Hilbert held onto my hand as he walked into the airport. His eyes searched for directions. We walked for a while before I saw him stood at the receptionist.

"My private jet, HR281." His hand took out a card, some sort like an identity card.

The woman smiled as she looked down typing on her computer, "Evening Mr. Hilbert. What time would you like to enter the departure area?"

Widened in astonishment, I realise he wasn't joking with me. He was actually taking me for a get-away like now. How I could innocently thought that he might just be talking about something that would need some plans. The wealthy background for Hilbert to fly off anytime is totally not an issue. I should have figure that out long ago. 

"Wait!" I pulled him away to stop this ridiculous action.

He looked at me dumbfounded.

"I..." Frowned at my words, I was poor with my expression. Suddenly, my mind was in a blank condition.

"Don't worry about anything. You just need to enjoy yourselves with me." He grabbed my hands and looked deep into my eyes.

For one moment, I thought I misinterpreted his actions. Somehow I felt love in that pair of eyes. Was it my illusions that is playing tricks with me? There is no way a tycoon's son would fall in love with someone so insignificant that even Chris would rather choose Grace over me.

"I'm not ready." Yes, my heart is unable to take on any surprises on any changes.

"Rachel" His hand held mine while I figured out that I had his hundred percent attention, "Happiness are unexpected."

"But..." I couldn't face myself. This was something I hadn't anticipate. A get-away trip just like that with me and him, I was supposed to rely on him and let him do all the work. After all I had been the person whom was doing the work in a relationship. I wasn't sure if saying yes was the right choice.

"Do you trust me?" He asked, waiting for my answer.

Breathing deeply at the serious and fatal question, my heart skipped a little. I searched myself deep. Finding the right answer to his question. Deep down there, my habits and my life were all controlled by me. Even having Chris in my life was my request. I prepared almost all the trips we would go for and even the little dates we would have. But I haven't had a second to be treated like a princess.

I touched my chest, feeling deep inside.

Looking up at him as I landed him a smile. Nodding in agreement, "I trust you."

He was satisfied with my answer. Taking my hand as he moved back to the counter, "Make it eight tonight."

[Author's Note]

Chris is going to marry Grace? Will the both of them fated to be together or not? Rachel leaving with Hilbert, is this get-away trip going to make her realise if Chris was that important? Will love be fufilled ?

To Be Continued ...