The Precious Nanny | Cristiano Ronaldo

Chapter 24 - new

Melissa

I stepped inside the shower, toes flinching as they touched the chilled ceramic floor. My mind was in shreds, I couldn't stop thinking about the man right outside the bathroom. My eyes fall closed over and over again, each time seeing his face.

I hate myself for feeling this.

I try not to take too long in the shower so I don't make Cristiano wait for too long. After trying hard not to let the water reach my injured arm, I finish my shower. I slide on some blue jeans and a plain black t-shirt. And before I forget I fill the tub with some warm water and then place Isaac's dress in it.

It's completely ruined because of the blood stains, how embarrassing it would be to return it to him looking like this.

As soon as I walk out the bathroom door, I freeze trying to make out the image I had right in front of me. Is Cristiano really sleeping on my bed? He mustn't have slept very well last night. I presume. He looks serene, unlike all the other times I've seen him.

I close the window blinds so that there's no light hitting his face.

I can just go to the hospital by myself. I put on my trainers and look for the small amount of money I have left. Since I don't have to worry about house rent anymore, I can finally use all of this money on my mother.

As I was about to open the door his voice stops me.

"Melissa" He's laying on his elbows. And looking slightly puzzled. "Where are you going?"

"To the hospital, I didn't want to wake you up. You look tired." He rubs his eyes and immediately stands up.

"I said I would take you, so that's what I'm going to do." I really hate when he uses this tone with me, it's confusing, he's being nice, but at the same time his voice ends up giving me the wrong impression.

"If you insist. thank you sir.- I was so used to calling him by his actual name that it almost made me forget my place.

He leads me out of the room, the air was hot like it was fresh out of a bread oven, rising to blast our open eyes and kiss our faces with it's fiery breath. It was April, it wasn't supposed to be this hot.

While making our way through the backyard, I was able to catch a glimpse of a few remainings of last night's party. There were a couple of people cleaning and tyding everything up. That was definitely the first and last party I'm attending.

We enter through the back door and I immediately feel Marta's gaze on us. More specifically, on my boss's hand resting on my lower back. Something told me she wasn't too fond of me. I choose to ignore her stare and continue to walk over to the garage.

"Everything alright?" He suddenly asks, startling me.

"Yes... It's just that I haven't visited her in a while." I was terrified to see her, what if she's worse?

"Melissa... If you don't mind me asking, what happened to her?" He asks calmly, I force a smile, inevitably remembering the day she was admitted to the hospital.

"She has cancer." I say, he remains quiet.

"I'm really sorry." I shrug my shoulders unable to say anything in response. I hear that pretty much every time this same conversation happens. It's too predictable.

Both of us stayed quiet for the rest of the ride, I only spoke when he questioned the directions to the hospital. Apart from that, we simply enjoyed the chilled music coming from the radio.

"Your mother is in here?" I glanced at Cristiano beside me, while unfastening my seatbelt.

"Yeah why?" He looked disgusted as he eyed the old building in front of us.