SHE

Chapter 33: Flesh and Blood

Rue Scarce

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It's him.

In the midst of the loud chattering crowd, I can distinguish his firm and certain footsteps. I am not sure how long he has been in the same room as me but I have to leave.

Even with the tips of our noses touching, in a split second I deliberately pushed Vindik by his chest in a necessary position to talk.

"Shouldn't we leave already? I don't think we can waste any more time here, Mr Riot. I recall we leave early in the morning, so we should just call it a night." I suggested, looking at him in ascertainment.

And Vindik saw that, he nods his head in consent even though there was still a look of uncertainty on him.

"I suppose we should." He pushed himself away but held a tight hold on my hand and we went through the crowd.

"Leaving so soon, Mr Riot?" A brown haired woman in her mid twenties asked with a flirty smile.

"Yes, Lady Louvre. We are in a hurry for our early flight in a few hours." The man holding my hand answered, giving her an awestruck smile.

They were both speaking in French language but I understood every word they said to each other.

"Of course. Should we see each other again, make sure you have enough time, Mr Riot." The woman raised her hand for him to take and he kissed the back of it.

"I will make the best of it, Lady Louvre."

I stood there, waiting for their interaction to come to a stop and my ears were ringing from my husband's deep voice.

"So good you came, Lord Leighton."

"It is just a simple gesture really." Just the voice brought shivers down my neck.

To make matters worse, he is not alone. I can see his armed men surrounding the entire room. He is plotting something and I don't plan to reunite with him here, especially with Vindik here to witness it.

Vindik pulled on my hand, making me follow him towards the exit. It didn't take me a second to realize Dimitri's sinister gaze on the back of my head.

I can't let him find me, not while I still bear his child. It is a relief when none of his men were stationed at the exit. Vindik and I got out without any problems whatsoever.

We rode the car in a rather quiet period of time, he didn't even ask what occurred at the event that made me anxious.

When we arrived at the hotel, we walked without speaking any word, which was unusual because he was the one who starts a conversation and never plans to end it.

I took my wig off and pulled the blouse over my head, leaving me with my bra on.

Maybe I was thinking too much because when I faced the mirror, I found dark perilous eyes on me. I may have forgotten to close the door.

I turned to face the visitor who seemed to be in a state of bewilderment.

"You-- is that bulging stomach a fake?" He asked, wanting to make sure.

I closed my eyes and opened them with a frustrated and serious look. I guess a small part of the truth won't hurt.

"It isn't."

He ran the fingers of his left hand through his dark locks, completely filled with disbelief.

"H-how-- is this why you quit being a model?"