Chapter 42 Lucas Wants His Child

Chapter 42 Lucas Wants His Child
I call Lucas, again and again. But he doesn't pick up.

I decide to match straight to his office. I reach there in 30 minutes. I walk straight to the receptionist.

" I need to meet Lucas. " I state.

" Mr. Knight and everyone does but the question is do you have an appointment. " She asks, in a weird manner.

" Umm No. But it's urgent. " I announce.

She rolls her eyes at that.

" Again, everyone says that. Be innovative darling, come up with fresh talks. I've heard this one a lot. " She rambles.

" But I need to go there. " I explain.

" I'm not stopping you. " She states, busy in her cellphone. Not looking at me at all.

I stare at her, amazed by her ridiculous behavior.

" Look, I'll try to stop you. You'll argue wig me. Then you'll end u running towards the elevator anyway and by the time I stop you, you will be standing in front of Mr. Knight anyway. So I'll make it easy. You can go. " She replies with an award-winning smile.

I still look at her, incredibly perplexed.

I decide to ignore the ridiculously amazing character in front of me and run toward the elevator.

I reach the top floor and scurry away trying to find his office.

On one giant door see his initials. Without thinking much, I barge in.

" What is wrong with you? " I scream.

Just then, my eyes absorb the scene in front. He is currently having a meeting with two other men.

" Shouldn't I be a sling the question, woman? Who let her in any way? " He asks, to no one in particular.

" Must be own of the but cases Mr. Knight. You sleep with these ladies for a night and they come crawling to you expecting more. Greedy, and very. " The man beside him remarks.

I feel a little hurt by his opinion and to my surprise, Lucas doesn't stop him.

" Can't help but agree with you. " Lucas chimes, eyeing me cautiously for a reaction.

A painful expression crosses my face for a second and then I look down, to hide my tears.

" If there is something important. I suggest you wait in the lobby. " He comments, quite comfy. His voice quite high, lacking any sort of warmness in it.

I nod and leave.

I wait in the lobby for several hours.

The daylight fades away and dusk takes over. The moon arises, yet is covered by the misty clouds soon. The night is dark and I feel a little cold, waiting for him all day long.

The glass door slides open and in walks Lucas boldly. Walking with a confident aura, as if he owns the place. Well, technically he does.

" Speak. I don't have all day. " He states in an authoritative voice, looking at his wristwatch to prove a point.

" Why would you send me a legal notice?? Why are you even doing this Lucas, you know we can't be together! " I cry out.

" We can't? That's what you think and to me, it sounds pretty irrelevant right now. Tell me, Emma, why shouldn't I send you a legal notice. Bu don't just fret now. I have a lot in store for you. " He states, sitting right beside me.

I move a seat back, in return but he grabs my hand and brings me closer with a jolt.

" Don't touch me. " I hiss, annoyed by his cold behavior.

He was so caring these past few days.

" It takes a lot of touching to produce a baby. " He taunts, smirking devilishly.

" Please, just take the notice back Lucas. " I beg, holding his hands.

" Marry me. " He whispers, coming closer.

" You know I can't. " I mumble, looking down.

" I can't even handle the company on my own and on top of that a child? I won't be able to do that Lucas, you claim to love me then why are you putting me through all this. Please don't do this. " I plead, crying like a broken woman.

He looks at my condition and sighs.

" It doesn't have to be that way, Emma. I promise you, I'll take care of the company, our baby, and you. You won't have to worry about a thing, All you have to do is marry me, and a lot of these problems will fade away. That's my promise to you. " He whispers, gently putting a strand of hair behind its ear in a loving manner.

" But I don't love you. " I utter, looking in his eyes now.

His facial expressions suddenly change, he strengthens his backs and moves his hands away. His attitude completely changing.

" Very well then. Don't blame me for what I do next. " He states, getting up.

I look at him with despair. I thought he'd understand.

I go back home and eat something, feeding a very hungry Tim and me.