Chapter 122 CHAPTER 122
Rosaleen’s POV
The doctor wrote my discharge note while Anna watched me, pretending to be documenting some important stuff. I wasn’t excited to see her today. I’d gotten what I wanted. And she was a Moon too. I felt the strong urge to make her suffer for being the step sister of the woman I hated the most in the world.
But my mood wasn't entirely bad. Alpha Michael had been forced to visit me in the hospital despite it all, and whatever I had planted in his mind had made him angrier than I had ever seen him. The pain was still there, buried but not forgotten. I still remembered those years. It was the loss of his mother that made me utter the first word to him. We bonded over that period and turned out as friends. Alpha Raymond loved me because I was the one who saved his son from losing his mind.
“I’ll see you in a week’s time,” the doctor said, tucking the note in my file. “Come along with these.”
I nodded. “Thanks.”
Anna was frowning. “Have a pleasant week, Miss Blackwood,” he added before leaving the room.
I buried my head with my phone, ignoring her.
“He thinks he’s all that,” Anna said, moving closer. “Ignoring all my advances.”
I raised up my head to meet her eyes. “The doctor?”
She nodded. “He thinks I’m not worth his time.”
Despite myself, I found the urge to advise her. “You are too young and beautiful to spend your time running after these men.”
She cocked her brows. “You are Rosaleen Blackwood. You are the last person who should give me such advice."
“Well, you are right. And I'm right too.”
She sat beside me. “Did you find the information I gave you useful? I’ve been dreaming of the money you’ll give to me as soon as the news hits the air. I might take myself on a month-long trip around the world.”
She was unbelievably naive.
“As soon as I become the fiancee of alpha Michael,” I said to her. Then I wondered why the news was not up yet. I had sent this information to my contact. It was a hot story, and i expected it would have been buzzing all over the internet and on TV.
I rose to my feet. “It’s been a pleasure knowing you, Anna.”
She frowned, “You say it like we won’t remain in contact.” She pulled out her phone from her pocket. “Let me have your phone number and your address.”
Again, despite myself, I provided her with all the information she asked for.
Returning to the apartment instead of the Greywoods’s mansion felt like hell. It also felt like I was being targeted again. I knew Xavier would come for me, to finish what he had started. The apartment block had about four different apartments. I had not met anyone.
I closed the blind in the room and wrapped my arms over my body. I didn’t come all the way to New York to be sent away to live in an apartment, like a charity case.
First, I had to make sure Ignatio was keeping his word about Xavier. He had promised that he would be in the city to personally take the bastard down. I hoped he was going to keep his word because I was tired of Xavier evading him all the time.
It was almost evening, and there was no word from him. I picked up my phone and dialed his number. It rang for a few seconds and the call got rejected.
“The hell!” I yelled, staring at the screen.
I tried again, but it was not connecting anymore. I tried his work number, realising I had called his personal number. It rang without any response. I grunted in frustration. I was afraid to sleep alone in the apartment. What if Xavier trailed me and attacked me in my sleep?
I brought out a bottle of tequila I had picked on the way and poured some in a glass cup. I took some shots and looked out through the window. The streets were now dark with only areas of light where the streetlights stood. The neighborhood was quiet. I love the quietness, but it was too quiet for me tonight.
I took my phone and scrolled through it, searching for who I could talk to. I stopped at Anna.
“Anna,” I said out loud. She was an interesting person. Perhaps I could use her. Moreover, Xavier would not try to harm me if he knew his sister was in my room. I tapped on the screen and the call connected.
“Hey,” she said with excitement.
“Are you still on call duties?”
“Nope,” she answered. “I’m about to sign out. What’s up?”
“I was wondering if you wanted to spend the night at my place. We could take some shots and order a box of pizza.”
“That sounds like fun,” she said. “I’ll be there soon.”
She arrived before the box of pizza, looking more appetising. She wore a tube top on a skimpy skirt and a long boot. I laughed. “It’s an inhouse party. Just the two of us.”
She raised her phone and took a selfie. “Who’s going to know that?”
She walked in, filling the space with bubbly energy. “Some music, Rosaleen,” she said. “And maybe, invite the neighbours?”
I hesitated. I didn’t want a party. I couldn’t even afford one. I had spent a significant amount of money to set things up tonight.
“Just the two of us tonight. I don’t really know the neighbours,” I said, leading her to the kitchen.
She finished a shot in one gulp. “Haven’t had that in a while,” she said, dropping her bag.
The doorbell rang and for a split second, my heart throbbed in anxiety until I realised it was the pizza man.
“I’ll get the pizza,” I said.
She rose up. “I’ll do that. Don’t bother.”
She raised her hair and packed it up in a bun as she stood up. My eyes fell on a large scar on her neck. Brown and irregular. I knew that scar because all Alpha Micahel’s mother’s pictures had that similar scar on her neck.