Guilty In Love ✔

CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN

Quote of the day: What is the use of running, when you keep running out of ant holes, into boundless meadows.

  
   Ashley watched Greg as he drove out of the hospital. She still couldn't believe what was happening, she had actually woken up at night to get out of the damn hospital when she found Greg sleeping, only for her to get out of her ward and see two bulky men, like why would he put body guards in front of her ward?  Its like he was expecting her to run away or something.

        Greg was awfully quiet as he drove, she also wasn't interested in a conversation, but he could at least acknowledge her presence. He had been ignoring her ever since he parked her off into his car this morning. Yes he literally carried her into his car when she had said she would rather go home alone or wait for Chloe.

      She wondered what he was thinking being around her this much, he still had the launch to do at the company, he seemed to have a lot of time lately.

     "Don't you have a company to attend to?" She asked with a hard voice.

    "In case you don't know, I have someone called the vice president," he answered with that stupid scowl still on his face; he had been wearing the scowl all morning.

     "How about the launch, are you supposed to trust that with someone else?" She asked again.

      "At least its better than trusting you with someone else," Greg retorted hitting his hand on the wheel. He turned to her to award her a glare, before facing the road again.

   She remained quiet at this point, but her quietness couldn't stay the same when she noticed the road they were passing. "Where are you taking me?"

     "My house, in case you have forgotten, you have a psychopath who kinda wants your head on the loose," he answered coldly, not even sparing her a glance.

     "Well I can take care of myself."

    "Oh really, and look what a fine job you did," he said with sarcasm dripping in every word staring pointedly at her broken arm. 

      "You can't just decide that I'm going to your house without informing me!" Ashley yelled holding her left arm close to her, but as you can guess Greg ignored her. She decided to speak calmly, maybe she would be able to get sense into his head, "Greggy if at all  I'm going to be staying with you don't I atleast need to pack some clothes."

    He turned to face her with a smirk, "you don't have to bother my sweet, your belongings are currently at my house." Her face fell immediately he said this.

     "What!  Your house? That is not possible, Chloe wouldn't let you move my things without my permission," she said realizing that he was bluffing.

     "Sorry, but I did not only move your stuffs, I also moved Chloe along. That apartment is not safe for you guys." Greg said before facing the road. She was shocked that he would do something like that, this is only going to make leaving harder, and there was no protecting Greg again. Her father must have gotten what he needed to get back at her now.

       She recoiled into the comfy seat, and stared out the window as Greg drove on. She soon felt his hand on her left hand that was close to her chest, she looked at him and saw him placed the hand on his thigh gently, he touched her fingers, and soon enough he was playing with it, all this he did without glancing at her, this guy.

     "We are here," he said as he pulled into his now familiar house, no mansion, "I have a surprise for you." He faced her with a smile on his face, she found herself staring at his face for a long time, she really missed this smile.