Chapter 83 Begging You
Louis threw himself at the foot of my bed, looking anxious. "Jane, are you okay? I'm so sorry I missed our meeting. Something urgent came up. You're the last person I want to hurt."
He looked a mess—torn suit, bruised eye, bleeding lip, stubbly chin, and panic in his eyes.
Daniel stood at the door, relieved to see I was okay. He gave me a faint smile, his features as perfect as ever.
"Jane, please say something. It's my fault. You can hit me or yell at me, just don't ignore me," Louis pleaded, holding my hand, his eyes red.
I tried to pull my hand away but felt too weak. "How did I get back?" I croaked, my throat tight and head spinning.
Louis was about to answer when Daniel shoved him aside, slamming him against the wall. Louis didn't resist, just rubbed his head and looked down.
Daniel explained, "You called Brad, who called me. I found out you got off the bus early in the suburbs. I took a cab and brought you back. There was a landslide; if I had been later, you might not have made it."
"Thank you," I said, realizing Daniel had saved my life.
Daniel frowned. "Why didn't you call me? Did you forget my number or not know I was at National Capital University? What's the use of calling Brad if he can't get here in time?"
"I didn't think it was serious, and I didn't want Zoe to misunderstand. Thanks again; otherwise, I might be dead," I joked coldly.
Daniel stepped back, biting his lip, silent.
"Jane, you can always call me. I'll be there immediately. This was an accident, and it won't happen again, I swear," Louis vowed.
'But the damage was done. What good is a vow now? If Daniel hadn't come, I'd be dead. We're even now. I want to believe you, but how can I?' I thought.
Two men stood by my bed—an old flame and a new love. It was frustrating.
"You both should go. I want to sleep," I said, not wanting to deal with anyone.
"I'll stay with you," Daniel started, but his phone rang, cutting him off.
Daniel glanced at me, phone in hand, unsure whether to answer. Only Zoe could make him look like that.
"You should go. I'm fine. I'll call if I need anything," I said.
Daniel left, reminding me to call if anything came up. I agreed, but he knew I wouldn't.
"Jane, you haven't eaten since last night. What do you want? I'll get it," Louis said, looking guilty.
I didn't blame him because I never expected much from Louis. But this incident made me less inclined to date him.
Sensing my coldness, Louis tried to hold my hand, but I avoided him. Finally, I tucked my hand under the blanket.
If Louis hadn't insisted I get off the bus, I wouldn't have gone through last night's ordeal. Now he was saying nice things, but I didn't want to hear them.
Why do people always apologize after the damage is done? Not everything can be fixed, and not everyone comes back after being hurt.
Louis rubbed his temples in frustration. "This is my fault. I didn't keep my promise to protect you. I'm sorry, Jane. I want a chance to make amends."
"I don't blame you. Natural disasters are unavoidable," I said, wanting him to leave.
"Jane, can't you stop being so understanding? I'd rather you hit me or scold me. When you're so reasonable, it feels like you're far away from me. I had my phone on silent and didn't notice it was out of battery. When I saw your missed calls, I realized my mistake. I drove to find you and met your cab on the way back. If something happened to you, I don't know how I'd go on. Luckily, you're okay. Please, give me a chance. Don't ignore me," Louis pleaded, leaning on my shoulder, tears wetting my clothes.
"Jane, don't shut me out. Give me a chance to make amends. I regret it so much. What good is a signed contract or a fixed plan compared to you? I was out of my mind. Please, don't leave me," he sobbed, his voice filled with guilt and regret.
The wet spot on my shoulder grew, his hand holding me tightly, as if protecting a precious treasure.
"I want some sweet porridge," I finally said, my heart softening.
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