Rescued 11
“Let me take you to the room. You are not comfortable here.”
Now, Nichole was fully awake, and she got up from his laps and sat comfortably on the couch.
“I don’t feel like sleeping anymore.”
She announced. Mr. Arthur Bailey who did not wish to upset her smiled and apologized.
“I hope I did not interrupt your nap.”
“No, dear, the television program is interesting.”
“It is all right. Let me make use of the toilet.”
Nichole gave him a smile while he stood up and walked to the bedroom. Then he gave the doctor a call at once.
“Hello, Chairman.”
“Yes, doctor. What is the problem?”
“Thank you Chairman. I wish you should be aware of this. Mr. Louis Bailey wishes to go for memory erasure surgery.”
The perplexed Mr. Arthur Bailey asked.
“Did he give you his reasons?”
“Yes. His reason is because he wished to forget about his ex-girlfriend.”
He breathed heavily and asked.
“What can you do to distract him until I come back?”
“He was planning to have the surgery in two weeks’ time.”
“That is good. Please keep eyes on him until I return. Thank you for informing me.”
“It is all right. I will keep my eyes on him.”
“Thank you, doctor.”
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He stared at the wall and murmured.
“I can see why Nichole had been fretful. Mothering instinct is compelling.”
He walked back to the sitting room and sat beside her. He felt guilty for reproving her when she communicated with Louis regularly. Now, he needed her to keep speaking with Louis.
Nevertheless, he drew her closer to him and kissed her temple while he made her to lean on his chest.
“You are a gift to me, Nichole. What would life be like without you?”
She raised her head from his chest and looked at his handsome face. Then, she leaped up and pecked his jaw.
“Out of many women, you chose me. I will not take that for granted. I love you, Arthur.”
“I love you too.”
Though, he wanted the romance, but what he required most was an excuse he would give to her to contact Louis whom they just spoke with in less than hour ago. Then, an idea struck him.
“Find out from Louis if he had returned to the office. You know he can be disobedient sometimes.”
Nichole disengaged from his chest and looked intently at him as though she wanted to reprimand him for talking about Louis in that manner. Then, she responded with an unpalatable voice.
“He would have returned to the office. How can he disobey your orders?”
To avoid hurting her the more, he kept mute and watched her next action. Then, she picked her phone and turned it on.
At the Bailey International Conglomerate, Sevenoaks
Mr. Louis Bailey returned to his office after he drove the doctor to the clinic.
“Welcome back, boss.”
Eric greeted. He gave him a warm smile and responded.
“Thank you, Eric. How is the work going?”
“Work is going on fine, boss.”
“That is good. I hope you are following your clients up.”
“Yes boss.”
Now, Mr. Louis Bailey got into his office and sat on the couch. He mulled over his decision and mumbled.
“Will I be hurting father and mom if I go for the surgery? I don’t think so. After all, it is only Olivia that I will forget.”
To assure his parents of his love, he took the initiative to call them. This time, he called the mom, who picked the call at one ring. Louis was surprised at the promptness and asked.
“Hello, mom. You picked the call so fast.”
“You are right, son. I was about giving you a call. How are you?”
“Fine, mom. I just got back to the office and decided to give you a call.”
“That is good. I hope there is no problem?”
“No mom. Everything is fine. Take care.”
”It is all right. Bye.”
At Mr. Henry Taylor’s Office.
After weeping over Whitney, he made up his mind to have his lunch in a nearby restaurant different from his regular eatery. That decision was to avoid unnecessary questions of the whereabouts of his fiancé from them. He walked in and was surprised that such a place existed in Dover. Though it was far away from his office, but not too far to escape his recognition. Then, the male waiter, who was about eighteen years, welcomed him with a smile.
“Welcome, Sir. Good to have you around. Please take your seat.”
“Thank you.”
Now, Mr. Henry Taylor surveyed the meal that the other patrons were eating before he took his seat majestically and placed his order.
“We will be with you shortly, Sir.”
The waiter promised and walked away with his order. Just as he promised, in a few minutes, he served the food and Mr. Taylor complimented.
“Wow! So soon?”
“Yes. That is our tradition.”
He had his meal and discovered that it was better than what he was served at his former restaurant. Then he resolved to make it his base, apart from the delicious food, no one would bore him with the questions of Whitney’s whereabouts. Soon, the waiter brought his bill and he settled it.
“I hope to see you again.”
The waiters greeted.
“Certainly. I hope to be here again.”
Then, he walked out of the restaurant refreshed and headed for the car park. Then he saw some of the workers offloading goods from the trunk of a car.
“Be careful with the eggs, please.”
A young lady of twenty-three years, who seemed to be a supplier, instructed. He gave them a fleetingglance and got into his car, but before he could shut the door, he heard the worker with the egg respond.
“All right, boss.”
Then, he turned on his ignition and left for his office. When he parked at the car port, he gave Mr. Nicholas Fields a call.
“Hello, Henry. Good to hear from you.”
“Hello, Godfather. Good to hear from you, too.”
“Henry, what is the matter? You don’t sound good.”
Henry took a deep breath and tried to cheer up.
“I am all right, Godfather. I would like to come over this evening. Will that be okay by you?”
Mr. Nicholas Fields, who was already engaged for the evening, hesitated before he responded.
“If tomorrow will not be too late, I will advise that you come tomorrow. But if it is urgent, then you can come by 4 pm. I have a script conference and dinner engagement by 6 pm.”
“4 pm is all right by me.”
“It is okay. By the way, how is your wedding preparation going?”
Henry evaded the question and responded.
“I will be with you by 4 pm, Godfather.”
“It is all right.”
At Mr. Denise Bailey’s House
The day was a hectic day for Mr. Denise Bailey at the office as he worked round the clock to ensure that the ammunition that the countries needed would be supplied at the agreed time. So, he waited behind to address the team on PM Shift before he left for the day.
To his chagrin, his wife did not walk up to the car to welcome him in her usual manner. He waited for a few seconds and got off his car. Likewise, he looked at the security man for any clue, but he was calm as he greeted
“Welcome back, boss.”
“Thank you, John.”
To avoid appearing apprehensive, he did not bother asking any question about his wife and walked into the house. Now, he realized the meaning of ‘little things matter a lot’. Olivia’s style of welcoming him back from work had become part of him, and he was panicky when he did not get it.
In trepidation, he walked up to the bedroom with many negative thoughts going on in his head as he barged in and met his wife beautifully dressed in her beautiful maternity gown that accentuated her growing bump and curves.
“Welcome, back.”
She greeted without interest as she attempted to walk past the bedroom door.”
The confused Denise could not even stop her. He only gaped at her as she walked out of the room and headed for the parlor.
“What is happening?”
He spoke under his breath before he turned and followed her. Then, he met her lying on the couch peacefully and going through her favorite weekly magazine, which he often buys for her. Now, he was in a quandary, as he could not decide how best to handle such a mood swing. To make the matter worse, when Olivia noticed his presence, she stood up and began to walk back to the bedroom.
“Sweetie.”
That was the only word he could think, but Olivia turned a deaf ear as she walked past him and climbed the staircase back to the bedroom. Now, Denise who had a hectic day in the office was expecting that he would come home and have a rest was having an unplanned walkout. Then, he walked back to the room after she got in. Now with a stern voice, he asked.
“What is the meaning of this, Angel?”
Nevertheless, Olivia, who was already sitting on the couch, ignored his question. Then, Mr. Denise Bailey walked up to her, sat beside her and repeated his question with displeasure in his tone.
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