#Flirtationship

chapter fourteen : london bridge

Months later in London…

Finally. Classes were over. I immediately made my way out of the university and rode my bicycle to the infamous London Bridge. It was a mile cycle but I did not mind the pain in my joints. It has been my habit to go there everytime I want to be alone.

It was five minutes past six in the evening when I have reached the bridge. I parked my bicycle to the side.

The sun was already setting. I smiled and watched it finally set and turn to orange. The strong winds blew across my face, turning my head to one side.

My attention was caught by a woman standing too close to the bridge, arms flapped out.

Was she going to kill herself?

I could barely see her face. The strong winds blew her hair and covered her face from me.

Her head turned to my direction. She was smiling with her eyes closed. She was a very fine sight to watch, but what really caught my attention was the face of the woman.

She slowly opened her eyes and inhaled. Her smile have quickly faded when she saw me. She stepped down and turned her back on me. She began to walk fast, avoiding me.

I rode my bicycle and tried to catch up on her. I have blocked her way when I reached her. She was frowning at me but I didn't care. It's been four years since I last saw her.

I got off my bicycle and cornered her. I couldn't afford her to leave me again. Her head was looking down when I have crossed our distance. I tucked her loose strand of her hair behind her ear before glancing back at her beautiful face.

"Kitty," I whispered when I have finally found the confidence to speak.

"E-Ethan," she murmured, stuttering.

"I've missed you," I muttered.

Hell, I did. Of course, I did.

She peeked at me but said nothing. I observed her face. She was still beautiful even if she got thinner.

"How's your baby?" I asked bitterly.

"What baby?" she asked, frowning.

"Your baby. You were pregnant when you left, Kitty," I reminded.

"Right," then looked away.

I hid my hands on my pocket. "I thought you were in Barcelona. Did you just come here to see the London Bridge?"

"Dad has a business to attend here," she replied.

"Where is Lance?" I asked. "He's supposed to be keeping you company."

"Lance has never left New York. His family business is there. Remember?"

"Then who's taking care of you and your baby?" I grunted.

She swallowed and looked away again. Her brows were furrowing. She couldn't maintain our eye contact. She kept looking away. She kept on knotting her fingers.

I've known her so well.

She's hiding something.

"Kitty," I called her.

She did not look back.

"I've known you so well. What are you not telling me?" I insisted.

She bit her lip but said nothing.

I angled her to face me. "Tell me, Kitty."

Before she could answer, her cellphone rang. She walked away after that.

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Is she really hiding something?

Or is it just the fact that she's still intimidated by his presence?