Chapter 97 Do you still love him?
"I will be right back." Before I could stop him, he was already at the door, slipping out before I could say another word. It was obvious from how he acted that he was running from me. But why? How could someone act as strange as he did after the argument we just had? It made little sense to me. Not only that, but it felt odd. Having someone who always fawned over me acting strange, felt so strange. I didn't like that feeling at all.
Dashiell didn't return until an hour later. I know because of the small clock on the wall. He had it installed, so I was able to tell the time with it.
"Here." He passed a phone to me. "My secretary brought this a few minutes ago. The numbers in your old SIM are in there. You can call whoever you want." He turned and walked to the bench next to the door, and plopped down on it, stunning me.
I figured he would sit on the chair next to the bed like he had always done, but he surprised me by keeping the distance between us.
"Thanks." I smiled at him, turning the phone in my hand, and admiring how sleek and beautiful I was. It was lighter than my old one, and from how posh it was, I didn't need to be told how expensive the phone must have been.
"It's the least I can do for you." He lifted his shoulders in a shrug. "If you require anything else, don't hesitate to let me know. I can get them for you," he offered, with his gaze averted, as if watching me would burn his eyes.
"Dashiell -"
Do you still love him??
Once more, he interrupted me, talking over the words I intended to say, so he wouldn't hear it.
Sighing, I pinched the bridge of my nose. Somehow, having him act this way infuriated me. I got this damned urge to tug hard on his ears until he stopped what he was doing.
"Dashiell -"
"You can also -"
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"What's wrong with you?!" I yelled before I could stop myself, narrowing my eyes at him. "Why do you keep talking over my words? Does it seem fun to you?"
He didn't respond, but he turned to stare at me. Though he didn't say a word, I felt proud that I made him turn to look at me.
"Why are you acting like a kid? I know we had a minor argument, but that didn't warrant any of this!" I continued, seeing he had no interest in speaking to me. "We are both adults for crying out loud! If
you have anything against me just voice it out. Keeping it to yourself makes no sense at all!"
Do you still love him??
I guessed he would answer the call in the room, but he didn't. Sending a slight smile my way, he walked out of the door and gently closed it behind him, leaving me to watch the door with my mouth
open.
Who was that?
I wondered, still glaring at the door curious to know who the caller was. I would have continued staring at it had my phone not rang. A small smile came to my lips when I saw the caller's ID. "Nova!" His voice rang out the minute I answered the call, concerned.
A chuckle left my lips at his voice. For a moment, I forgot about Dashiell, the call he just had, and the strange way he was acting before he left. "I'm the one," I responded.
I heard a loud sigh from his side. "Oh my God! How are you feeling today? Is it true someone shot you? When did that happen? Did you see the person who shot you? Where are you now? Are you still in the hospital? I hope the bullet didn't-"
"Take a breath," I said, interrupting him from continuing with the string of questions that didn't seem like it was ending any time from now.
"I don't think I can! You don't know how worried I have been since that fucking Dashiell dumped the news on me and went off-grid. I had been trying to connect with him for days, but he always blocked me!" He complained, almost sounding like a kid.
"I'm sorry about it." Leaning on the pillow Dashiell propped behind me, I transferred the phone from my left ear to my right. "It's not his fault, actually. I was the one who asked him not to contact you. I didn't mean to make you worried," I lied. For the first time, I covered for Dashiell knowing he had his reasons for not disclosing my location. The only one who knew the hospital was his secretary. "You don't have to make excuses for him. It's not as if I will like him if you do that. I just don't like him," he grumbled under his breath.
"Brion -"
"How are you feeling now? When are you returning? The kids are worried about you. It's as if they can feel something is wrong. Willow has been cranky for two days, always screaming to see you. I don't think I can keep up for two more days."
Hearing about my babies made me miss them. Ever since I woke up, most of my thoughts had been on them when I wasn't thinking of Dashiell. If only I wasn't hospitalized, I would have asked him to bring them here. I just didn't want my babies to see me in a hospital bed.
"I will be discharged by the end of the week. You can bring them to visit me," I suggested, already calculating how our meeting would be. Even though I wouldn't be able to play much with them because of the wound, Dashiell's house sounded better than the hospital.
"Isn't it too far?"
"Then I will call you when they return from school. Talking with them on the phone will help calm them down, don't you think?"
"Yeah, but -"
"It's settled then. I will call you when they return from school, so I can speak with them. This way, they won't give you much trouble," I stated, smiling as if I had solved all the problems in the entire world. It was funny, actually.
"When are you returning? Not getting discharged from the hospital. When are you returning home, to us?" he specified.
"I don't know." Sighing, I pinched the bridge of my nose, watching the door for when Dashiell returned. "I can't tell anymore. With what's happening, I just wish to lie low until we find the one responsible for this, then -"
"For how long do you think it will take? Aren't you taking too much time with this your revenge plan? Why do I feel you don't even want it to end?"
"Brion -"