Chapter 4 04

LORENZO

Morgan. Sally.

I kept replaying their names in my head even as they had left twenty minutes ago. I stared at the food on the drawer, tempted to take a bite. The smell of chamomile lingered in the room.

When the older woman walked, she had a striking resemblance with Morgan and I concluded that she must be her mother. Her scent - chamomile reminded me so much of that night.

It was the only night when I tried to be wild but ended up making a grave mistake that left me with regrets.

I knew the lady was mad. Well, she should be. I was avoiding her gaze. I didn't say much around. I know she was expecting to hear me say 'Thanks'. But such words never came out of my mouth.

I felt a gentle stir in my heart when the little girl wrapped her hands around my neck.

"Please make her stop!!" She mumbled a plea which showed her desire to stay with me. I was marveled at that. Even when I barely smiled or say a word, she still wanted to stay with me.

I exhaled and reached for the food. It looked appealing and tasty. My worms danced excitedly as the scent struck my olfactory lobes. I took one small spoonful.

I couldn't help the delightful moan that left my lips as I munch on the food. This was tasty, delicious, and heavenly. I took a few more bites and placed the food down.

I was trying to reach for the bottled water when I heard a familiar voice echoing, "I will get that for you, Sir."

My P.A., Stilton Barley, walked in with a wide gap-toothed smile. He picked up the water and gave it to me after uncapping it.

I gurgled it down slowly. His face wrinkled as he placed his suitcase in the drawer next to the food container. I heard him release a soft moan.

"This must be delicious," He uttered. I rolled my eyes and capped the water.

"How many people are aware of this?" I asked in a low voice that could pass for a growl. I was referring to my accident.

"Urghh, I think it should be just me alone," He said with a toothy grin.

Dude, I'm being serious!!!

I almost yelled as I gave him a stern glare, "Sure, It is just me. Although, most speculations have been made about your sudden disappearance..."

"Make sure this remains a secret. No ears should hear of it," I said sternly. My jaws clenched rigidly.

He nodded subtly. But he knows I hate such and he quickly corrects himself, "Yes, I do, Sir."

"How did you get here, Sir?" He suddenly blurts with a puzzled look.

"I got help from a little girl and her sister," I explained. My face twisted in agony as I felt a sharp pain in my head. I leaned my head on the headboard, closing my eyes momentarily.

He gasped and his face turned pale, " What if they tell people about you?".

Shoot!!!

I never thought of that. My eyes flew open. I scratched my temples. But...

I don't think they knew who I was. If they did, they would have asked for a payment or a refund.

You know, poor people.

"I don't think they can tell who I am," I said with an assurance, and Stilton nodded his head.

"Since your disappearance, Raphael has been throwing orders around like the new boss," Stilton says, his voice wavering and his eyes bulging.

"I'm sure he has a hand in your accident, Sir," Stilton dropped much to my chagrin. I turned sharply with a sharp pointed stare.

Raphael hates me, that's fair enough but he wouldn't go to the extent of trying to end my life. Moreover, I had a collision with a truck coming ahead of me.

Stilton gets his phone which he hands to me. A recorded voice was playing.

I felt my ears hammering as I listened to the voices. I crashed and my shoulders slumped.

"I don't think you should return now, Sir," Stilton says, picking his words carefully.

He made a fact. I should lay low for now. I sucked in my breath and gently laid back on the bed.

What should I do?

I thought as I stared at the ceilings. I heard munchings next to me.

"Sir, Who made these?" I heard Stilton's voice say annoyingly.

I turned around and the big fool was helping himself to the food. I groaned and squeezed my eyes shut, looking away.

"These are superb. I would like more of these," He said, belching loudly.

"Stilton!!!" I yelled, my face contorted in disdain. He apologized quickly and made a run out of the door. The nurse walked in shortly to do her rounds. After checking my vitals, she was about to leave but I stopped her.

"Can I get the phone number of the lady who brought me here?" I pleaded, giving her a handsome, boyish smile. She mirrored my smile and responded with a small nod.

A few minutes later, she returned with the contact written on a piece of paper. I mumbled a thanks as I stared down at the number written boldly. They looked like the lady's angry look.

"Sir, Are you okay?" Stilton's voice startled me and my hands folded into a tight fist, scrunching the papers.

"What is the problem, Stilton?" I returned in a tired voice, rubbing my chin.

"You were just smiling a second ago," He said and I couldn't miss the tinge of surprise in his voice.

Wait, What? Did I really smile?

My lips curled in a loose smile, "Did I?" I asked him, shooting my brows high.

He nodded sillily. I threw my head backward and gave out a short, throaty chuckle.

"I got new clothes. You have now been discharged." He announced.

" And the bills?"

"The bills have been cleared off by one...." He scratched the back of his head, "Ms. Sally Nicole."

That must be her. She is...

Kind.

I cast my glance at the clothes on the bed. It was a formal and simple blue colored shirt, white trousers and black belts. A black brogue shoe as well.

I was dressed courtesy of Stilton's assistance.

"Hand me your mobile phone...."

Stilton hands over his phone. I quickly dialed Sally's number. I have a perfect idea of how to stay low for a while.

The phone rang with no replies. My nose flared red. No one dares to miss my calls. I tried one more time.

It rang again, and there was no reply. My grip on the phone became so firm. She didn't answer the calls.

What could be keeping her so busy?

I wondered as I dropped the phone on the table. A sharp surge of pain washed through my bandaged hand.

"Sir, Are you okay?" Stilton asks when he sees my face contorting painfully. I ignored him and moved to sit on the cushion.

I could perceive her scent again on the cushion. It somehow managed to calm the tension I felt in me.

"The doctor has warned.... that you shouldn't put.... yourself through stress..." Stilton stuttered. Fear is visible in his eyes.

I exhaled and spun my head backward. Soon, I was facing the ceilings again. It was an immaculate marble slabbed ceiling.

The phone in Stilton's hands rang thunderously and he almost dropped it. Seething, I took the phone from him.

"Hello," I heard a sweet, feminine voice say from the other end.

The voice was so sweet that the anger which had welled up in me was sprawling away.

"Hello!!" She repeated; this time, her voice sounded panicked and alarmed.

"Hello, Sally," I responded in a deep husky voice.

It takes her ages before she says another word. Maybe she was contemplating who it was, " Who are you?" She asks in a shaky voice.