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Chapter 29: Naïve World

Rue Scarce

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I bend over the toilet seat, pushing my hair away from my face as I spewed almost everything from my stomach. It took me a few more minutes before I managed to stand and cleaned myself up.

Great, right when I just showered. Now I might smell like rotten food from yesterday's dinner.

A morning sickness. It has been happening on a daily basis now and riding a jet the whole day is not a pretty good idea.

I heard the door from the room beside mine close and the heavy familiar footsteps came towards my front door.

"Ebony?"

I took a few sips of water and buttoned my coat up and grabbed my black scarf before heading towards the door.

I found Mr Riot-- Vindik, standing by my door step in his full height.

I am surprised. He is wearing a navy blue dress shirt with his black coat on and long black pants that made his legs more detailed. I was used to seeing him in suits that I didn't know he looked better in casual clothing.

"Like what you see? You're free to take pictures, I won't mind." He said with a smirk and a wink.

I wish I didn't see that because I can taste the bile acids in my throat ready to make me disgorge it out. Just seeing his face vexes me without even knowing why. Pregnancy perhaps?

I rolled my eyes at him mentally.

"Greetings to you too, Vindik. I suppose we should be carrying on rather than standing around."

His smirk didn't dissipate and held my gloved left hand.

"Come on."

He led me through the halls and in the elevator. His hand is still holding on to mine so I tried to pull it out but he instead gripped it tighter.

"I don't think this kind of intimacy is needed, Mr Riot." I almost winced when I accidentally called him formally again.

"This intimacy is a good way of understanding, Miss Collins." He mocked my name, completely annoyed at my mistake.

"Not in these lands, no." I say, looking around for any sight of people familiar with me.

Dimitri and I were never this intimate with each other unless of course it is in closed doors. Quite improper to show displays of affection for a woman to a man even if they are committed with each other. I was taught it is a lack of grace and elegance.

Now that I think about it, I am risking my life and freedom here. Once one of my husband's men saw me, I will be taken away and brought to him. Not that I minded now anyway. I am only a few months away from giving birth and there is no way that Dimitri won't find me.

I didn't even realise that we arrived at the said restaurant and Vindik is currently talking to the waiter in front of us.

Vindik pulled me over until we came in front of a table for two. I sat myself across from him as my eyes scanned the place in recognition.

I know this place. This is where I shot one of my targets just outside using a sniper rifle.

"You okay? You look like you're about to puke." He said without even putting boundaries over his words.

I watched the other customers who turned their head on our direction with disgust on their faces. I wanted to slap a hand on my forehead and kick this man's shin. He's really rude without manners and etiquette.