Chapter 50 Good Face Of Him
Sarah
A phone appears in Shawn's hands and he dials someone's number. They answer quickly. The man comes right up to me. "She's with me. I'll give her the phone now. Go ahead."
He puts the speakerphone to my ear, and I hold my breath when I suddenly recognize a familiar, hoarse voice. Vile and repulsive.
"I'd like to apologize, and... the debt is settled. We won't stalk you anymore." I nearly fall to the floor.
But what's going on? How did Shawn get his number?
"I don't understand anything," I whisper, stunned.
Shawn took the phone back, giving him a final, terrifying sentence: "I don't want to see you and your gang in the city again. You have exactly one hour to get out of here. My men are nearby, watching. They'll bury you alive behind the forest. Got it?"
Without waiting for an answer, he hangs up.
"What was that?" I blink in amazement.
"A good friend of mine, whom I often turn to for personal matters, dug up some information about you. More precisely, everything he could find. So, it turns out your idiot stepmother pinned a ton of debts on you and then ran away?"
Incredible!
How does she do it?
It's only been 4 weeks, and he seems to have gotten to know my entire life. He's read me like an open book from cover to cover. This further confirms the fact that he's too influential.
"Did you pay off my debt? But..."
"Don't thank me. I've already explained why. First, it's my fault for attacking you from the doorway, scaring you, and making you faint. Second, how can I ignore my fiancé's relative who's in trouble? Basically, consider everything I've done for you now to be payment for your morals."
Damage.
I take a deep breath, taking several sips of the invigorating drink. I just can't believe what's happening. Maybe I'm dreaming?
"I get it." I amused.
"My offer still stands. I want you to keep living here until we figure something out. We'll need to find you somewhere. Somewhere good." He said.
"What? Where?" I replied.
"I can find you a job." He said.
I jump to my feet. "I don't even know how to act right now, I'm overwhelmed with emotion."
He smiles sexily, adjusting his bangs. Such a simple action, yet captivating, adding a captivating charm to the man's image.
"Well then," the billionaire glanced at his watch in a businesslike manner, "I have to go. I'll send you a phone number now, you can text me, and I have yours."
I nod.
Having finished his drink, he headed for the door, and I ran after him. "Thank you. For everything. And for the coffee and buns. They were delicious."
"See you later," he nodded proudly, and left the house.
I thought he... wanted to kiss me, he cast a greedy glance at my lips before leaving, but somehow he restrained himself. With an effort, of course. Heat washed over me again, right down to the tips of my hair, and my heart began to race.
I pressed my back against the wall and exhaled deeply, emptying my lungs of all air. My knees began to tremble... That strange reaction to the asshole billionaire's presence again.
After what he did for me, I started thinking about him twice as often. And with every thought, with every word of his that came to mind, I felt butterflies fluttering in the pit of my stomach.
A smile spread across my lips. He may have seemed like a conceited, arrogant bastard at first, but now he's quickly reformed. Did he really like me? It seems like everything he does is sincere.
I'm honestly shocked by everything that's happening, but I'm no less happy. Incredibly happy. Will those idiots really no longer threaten me and pester me with debts? I felt a heavy weight lifted from my heart. And breathing became much easier.
My mood improved, and the resentment and irritation subsided. Left in charge of the house, I decided to finish the cleaning. But I spent several days alone. I even felt a little sad because he didn't show up at the house, sending only a couple of messages asking how I was doing.
I started to miss him. I noticed this in myself, and I was even more surprised. I especially wanted to hear his voice. At least like this. For him to call me back. I picked up my phone three times an hour and stared at the screen, expecting an incoming call or even a tiny text message.
Shawn returned three days later. He called to warn me that he had to leave for another city to check on one of his properties. I didn't waste any time; I decided to tidy up the garden a bit, dusting it.
On the third day, late in the evening, the owner of the house showed up with some interesting news.
"Here," Shawn places some papers in front of me. I stare at them curiously.
"What is this?"
"A DNA test." My chest goes cold. A shiver runs through my body.
My fingers tremble as I start flipping through them, but I don't understand anything. I simply can't concentrate on what I'm seeing, especially the text. I reread lines twice, but still can't focus.
"And?" I asked.
"Your relationship is confirmed, Sarah. You're real White’s."
My legs give way, I practically fall to the floor, but he catches me just in time and sits me down on a chair.
"Quiet, quiet..." A couple of seconds later, the glass is pressed to my lips. "Drink this. Come on, drain it."
The water is cool, I drink it down to the last drop. I feel a little better.
"Are you sure?" I asked to him.