I Swear, Let Me Love You Again

LYDIA’S POV:

LATER THAT DAY:

Finally, I arrived home with a bunch of security following behind me, ordered by my father. I was exhausted and all I wanted to do was to take a long relaxing shower and head to bed but I couldn’t. Infact I couldn’t rest knowing Andrew was in the hospital, so after stripping out of clothes, I went for a quick shower and threw on a cream essential hoodie along with matching joggers. Heading downstairs with a small bag which contained my phone, tissue and wallet, I entered into the kitchen grabbing snacks and drinks. In the sitting room laid a bag for Andrew and Ariana in case she needed anything and in case Andrew wakes up and gets discharged.

I was also going to stop by to grab a burger and a healthy meal for Ari and I, so I rushed out meeting two muscular guards standing there right in front of my apartment with a very serious expression.

“Thank you.” I smiled as they collected my bags from me. My phone dinged indicating I had gotten a message when I double tapped on my screen, I scrunched up my face without reading the text that was from Nathaniel.

Why and how do I even have his number?

We were all set up in the car after I had ignored the looks from staff and guests in the hotel but they knew better not to say a word to me in my father’s hotel. My phone dinged again but I didn’t bother checking it. The whole week has been moving so fast that I had not gotten time to process everything, I was only able to let out a single drop of tears the day the doctor informed me of Andrew’s condition. But after that, I had to be strong and my sorrow was covered up with raging anger.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

My book, which I had never even planned on publishing, was for getting through my healing in the mansion but now it will hopefully show people that Mrs King is not perfect at all and I would love to have seen her reaction to the news. Because I’m certain it’s amusing.

It’s already and the amount of copies for the book you quested for will be available in all the Miller restaurants and companies in the whole country but that will be on Friday just as planned.

I smiled small reading the text message from my publisher.

We finally arrived at the hospital and without carrying a single thing except my purse, we were heading to the luxurious room Andrew had been moved into for his recovery. People stared at me and the guards as we walked taking long steps, their looks made me feel like some celebrity. It truly felt strange as I had never received any form of attention for as long as I can remember. I had always been hidden even during my toxic marriage, did this attention feel good to me?

“Oh hey daddy.” I waved at my dad seeing him coming out of Andrew’s room cleaning a single tear and right behind him was Patricia who had dark shades and a black nose mask on and comfortingly patted my father’s shoulder.

“How are you, Princess? Were you able to get some rest?” He looked at me with concern studying my face.

“I’m okay.” I ignored his other question, smiling faintly.

“You look drained, Lydia. Why don’t you just come with us? I can make you something delicious to eat.” Patricia suggested and I looked into her eyes for a moment but I didn’t even want to read or not.

I was too tired and I had a bunch of things to do such as reviewing the financial reports of three hotels, plus since the police weren’t providing any information. I had concluded that I would request for an investigator and work with him.

“No, thanks.” I responded dryly then reverted my attention back to my father. “Go home and get some rest dad, I will be okay and I will call if I need anything.”

He sighed deeply and pulled me for an embrace. I knew he was scared and worried, but was trying to hide it.

“Call me when you get home.” I said to him and his lips curled into a smile.

“I will, Princess.” He kissed me on my forehead and though I felt some type of way as I watched him and Patricia holding hands as they walked away, all I was going crazy about was Andrew and the suspect.

I slowly opened the door and met Ariana coming out of the bathroom. She forced a smile waving at me without uttering a word. As I observed her, I saw the bags under her eyes and her slow movement as she journeyed back to the little stool next to Andrew’s bed.

“You hid in the bathroom?” I questioned and she smiled small humming in response.

“I was kind of scared when the lady he was with wanted to use the bathroom but decided against it.” She spoke slowly and I chuckled but stared at her with worry.

“Ari, I love you and I’m happy Andrew found someone who loves him as much as you do, staying beside him and talking, but I want you to also go home or you can stay at my penthouse and get some rest. I’m certain your father is worried about you and surely he will soon turn the whole city upside down.” She sat on the stool looking from Andrew to me as I spoke and I sighed deeply thinking of my next words.

“I just feel so guilty, do you understand? Like if I hadn’t called him that day in an urgent tone, he most likely wouldn’t have hopped into your car. I’m not saying it should have been you or something like that because I know if the tables were turned, Andrew would still wish he was in this state. I’m…. I just feel so guilty and the thought of what if he dies?