Eight Years His Girlfriend, Thirty Days His Downfall - Chapter 28: Chapter 28
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I gave her a death glare but she only smirked. She was talking to me with her hands flying around until she ran into a hard body.
What's with people bumping into each other these days?
It was a young blond man with blue eyes who seemed to be in his late twenties.
He looked at Sarah for a while and then at me. His eyes widened in recognition and he approached me with a huge grin plastered on his face.
"Oh my god Mrs. Anderson I didn't see you here. I'm sorry that we had to meet like this" He talked with his hands flying around the air, just like Sarah.
"Who are you?" I asked in confusion as I couldn't remember meeting him anywhere else.
"Oh my bad. I'm Mr.Anderson's secretary" He extended his hand to shake mine.
"Oh, pleased to meet you. What's your name?" I asked as I shook his hand.
"I'm Steve Adams" He gave me a huge grin before her turned to Sarah.
"And who would this lovely lady be?" I saw a blush creep up Sarah's cheeks.
I chuckled slowly at her shyness. She heard it and gave me a glare.
"Oh I'm Sarah Smith" They shook hands and Steve opened his mouth to say something but suddenly I heard a voice that I had been hoping to avoid the entire day.
"STEVE! WHERE IS THE FUCKING LETTER?" Marcus yelled while going through some file in his hand.
He looked up to scold Steve but instead met my eyes. He closed his mouth and looked at me intently, almost guiltily.
I rolled my eyes in annoyance and walked past him slightly bumping into him hoping that he would fall but he was rock solid. I heard him walking behind me in a hurry and soon caught up with me.
"I'm sorry for asking you to stay"
My eyes widened. He was apologizing for asking me to stay and not for leaving me? I couldn't believe it. Was his brain made out of nuts?
I glared at him and pressed the button for the elevator.
"Why are you mad at me?"
" Who are you ? I don't know you. Mommy told me not to speak with strangers" with that I stuck my tongue out and got in.
He raised his eyebrows in surprise. I closed the elevator door before he got in.
As I was going up I realized what I said. Shit. Cringe. Cringe. Cringe.
I ran my hands through my hair unable to control my embarrassment.
As I got off, the next elevator opened and Marcus came out. Stupid of me to not realize that there was another elevator in this floor.
He looked at my messy hair in confusion and before I could embarrass myself anymore I turned on my heel and stomped to my room.
I was so exhausted to even get back to dinner. So as I did this morning I ordered room service.
After dinner I quickly jumped on to the bed hoping to sleep like the dead.
But something kept bothering me. I knew that Marcus wouldn't be able to sleep no matter how exhausted he looked. No wonder his face was so gloomy. He never had a proper good night's sleep.
How can one smile after days of sleepless nights. So I set my alarm at about 2 to see him.
The sound of an annoying alarm woke me up. I wanted to throw my phone away. I decided to turn it off and go to sleep but I suddenly remembered why I had set the alarm in the first place.
I wore my coat and took a water bottle out with me.
As I opened my door, the door next to mine opened and there came a frightened Marcus outside.
He was sweating and panting. He didn't even see me as he ran to the elevator.
He pressed the button several times but the the elevator didn't come up. He knelt down to the floor and clutched his throat, trying to breath. He gasped and coughed chocking for air. I stood at my door almost paralyzed as I stared at him in utter shock.
Suddenly as if something had knocked on my head I realized that I needed to help Marcus.
I ran over to him and knelt down in front of him.
"Marcus, Marcus please look at me, look at me. Everything is all right now. You don't need to be afraid."
I cupped his face in my hands and tried to calm him down. But he seemed to be having a trouble breathing. I panicked and looked around to see if there was anyone I can ask help from but we were alone.
"Wa.. ter..wa" He gripped my elbow and groaned in pain.
I quickly realised what he said and thankfully, as if God had foreseen this situation, I had a water bottle with me.
I quickly gave it to him and he gulped it down. Sweat was trickling down his face and his eyes held fear.
I didn't know what I was thinking as I jumped up and wrapped my arms around him, bringing his head to the crook of my neck.
" Are you ok?"
His body went rigid. He held his breath for a few seconds, his heart beat racing. And then slowly he relaxed and wrapped his arms around me, holding me tightly as if I was his only life source.
What's with people bumping into each other these days?
It was a young blond man with blue eyes who seemed to be in his late twenties.
He looked at Sarah for a while and then at me. His eyes widened in recognition and he approached me with a huge grin plastered on his face.
"Oh my god Mrs. Anderson I didn't see you here. I'm sorry that we had to meet like this" He talked with his hands flying around the air, just like Sarah.
"Who are you?" I asked in confusion as I couldn't remember meeting him anywhere else.
"Oh my bad. I'm Mr.Anderson's secretary" He extended his hand to shake mine.
"Oh, pleased to meet you. What's your name?" I asked as I shook his hand.
"I'm Steve Adams" He gave me a huge grin before her turned to Sarah.
"And who would this lovely lady be?" I saw a blush creep up Sarah's cheeks.
I chuckled slowly at her shyness. She heard it and gave me a glare.
"Oh I'm Sarah Smith" They shook hands and Steve opened his mouth to say something but suddenly I heard a voice that I had been hoping to avoid the entire day.
"STEVE! WHERE IS THE FUCKING LETTER?" Marcus yelled while going through some file in his hand.
He looked up to scold Steve but instead met my eyes. He closed his mouth and looked at me intently, almost guiltily.
I rolled my eyes in annoyance and walked past him slightly bumping into him hoping that he would fall but he was rock solid. I heard him walking behind me in a hurry and soon caught up with me.
"I'm sorry for asking you to stay"
My eyes widened. He was apologizing for asking me to stay and not for leaving me? I couldn't believe it. Was his brain made out of nuts?
I glared at him and pressed the button for the elevator.
"Why are you mad at me?"
" Who are you ? I don't know you. Mommy told me not to speak with strangers" with that I stuck my tongue out and got in.
He raised his eyebrows in surprise. I closed the elevator door before he got in.
As I was going up I realized what I said. Shit. Cringe. Cringe. Cringe.
I ran my hands through my hair unable to control my embarrassment.
As I got off, the next elevator opened and Marcus came out. Stupid of me to not realize that there was another elevator in this floor.
He looked at my messy hair in confusion and before I could embarrass myself anymore I turned on my heel and stomped to my room.
I was so exhausted to even get back to dinner. So as I did this morning I ordered room service.
After dinner I quickly jumped on to the bed hoping to sleep like the dead.
But something kept bothering me. I knew that Marcus wouldn't be able to sleep no matter how exhausted he looked. No wonder his face was so gloomy. He never had a proper good night's sleep.
How can one smile after days of sleepless nights. So I set my alarm at about 2 to see him.
The sound of an annoying alarm woke me up. I wanted to throw my phone away. I decided to turn it off and go to sleep but I suddenly remembered why I had set the alarm in the first place.
I wore my coat and took a water bottle out with me.
As I opened my door, the door next to mine opened and there came a frightened Marcus outside.
He was sweating and panting. He didn't even see me as he ran to the elevator.
He pressed the button several times but the the elevator didn't come up. He knelt down to the floor and clutched his throat, trying to breath. He gasped and coughed chocking for air. I stood at my door almost paralyzed as I stared at him in utter shock.
Suddenly as if something had knocked on my head I realized that I needed to help Marcus.
I ran over to him and knelt down in front of him.
"Marcus, Marcus please look at me, look at me. Everything is all right now. You don't need to be afraid."
I cupped his face in my hands and tried to calm him down. But he seemed to be having a trouble breathing. I panicked and looked around to see if there was anyone I can ask help from but we were alone.
"Wa.. ter..wa" He gripped my elbow and groaned in pain.
I quickly realised what he said and thankfully, as if God had foreseen this situation, I had a water bottle with me.
I quickly gave it to him and he gulped it down. Sweat was trickling down his face and his eyes held fear.
I didn't know what I was thinking as I jumped up and wrapped my arms around him, bringing his head to the crook of my neck.
" Are you ok?"
His body went rigid. He held his breath for a few seconds, his heart beat racing. And then slowly he relaxed and wrapped his arms around me, holding me tightly as if I was his only life source.
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