Aileen's routine checkup should have been carried out next week, but because Theodore had an unavoidable business travel schedule, coupled with a busy schedule ahead of the wedding day, there were several things to take care of.
Therefore, it was decided that today Theodore would take Aileen for her routine monthly check- up, but this time they were going to have Aileen examined at the hospital that Theodore had in mind.
As Theodore had previously informed Aileen.
On the other hand, Aileen had tried desperately to get Theodore to change his decision, but to no avail. Because, the main reason that Aileen brought up with him was security concerns.
Aileen had repeatedly said that the hospital that George contacted had guaranteed security and confidentiality. However, Theodore easily broke this simple excuse by saying that he had prepared everything in the hospital that they were going to later.
Restless, Aileen kept trying to contact George, but the man didn't heed her calls at all. From morning on, George had sent her only one text telling her to follow Theodore's wishes and he would take care of the rest.
But, how could Aileen calm down if she didn't know what her real father was planning to do? At the very least, George had told her that he was going to do everything to prevent herself from going to the hospital.
It was just that, until this moment, Aileen had not seen any movement that could make her plan to go to the hospital prepared by Theodore to be canceled.
And again… where exactly was George?! Why couldn't he be contacted?!
"Aileen, we are leaving now," Theodore said, reminding Aileen who was still in the bathroom and hadn't been out since ten minutes ago.
Just seeing Aileen's actions like this made Theodore think that the step he had taken was correct, the last thing he had to do now was just to confirm that his guess was not wrong and after that...
After that…
Theodore still hadn't decided what to do if he found out that Aileen indeed lied about her pregnancy. If that was true, then one thing was certain; there would be no marriage or whatsoever between them.
"Aileen, we have to go now," Theodore called out again, knocking on the door because there was no answer to his first question.
"Yes, just a moment, I am going out now," came the answer from inside the bathroom followed by the sound of water, and not long after that Aileen came out of the bathroom. "Let's go," a sweet smile crossed her lips.
Meanwhile, Theodore said nothing more as he headed toward the waiting car.
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Giana woke up from her sleep with a badly aching head, the influence of the alcohol really made her suffer this morning.
Giana couldn't even open her eyes for a moment, to know where she was now. However, the thing that calmed her the most was the fact that she could still remember calling Dillon to pick her up at the bar, informing the only person that she trusted of her whereabouts.
After that, there was nothing that Giana remembered about last night's events. So, at least it could be ascertained that Giana was in a safe place right now.
With a sound of groaning and grunting, Giana finally managed to open her eyes and found the room's atmosphere very familiar to her. This was the room she used during her stay at Dillon's place.
And strangely, this gave out a comfortable and calming sensation, because Giana knew this place.
It took another thirty minutes for Giana to lay still and adjust to her condition until she could get out of the bed and stumble out of the room to meet Dillon.
Usually the man would prepare coffee for her with the coffee machine, but this time, when Giana came to the kitchen, she didn't find a drop of coffee, even the coffee machine looked clean, indicating that this morning Dillon didn't even make coffee for himself.
Strange…
Because Giana knew how dependent they both were on this caffeinated drink.
However, this was not a problem as she could make her own coffee. It was just that with a headache that seemed to want to kill her, Giana preferred to drink cold mineral water which could refresh her hazy brain a little, while Dillon was nowhere to be seen.
It could be ascertained that the man had gone to the office first to finish some work, because Giana's condition did not allow her to do so.
'You can go now.'
The words returned to Giana's ears when she had finished her drink. The words Ramon threw at her to turn down her invitation to a dinner.
'I don't need to know the details about that.'
Followed that short sentence and maybe this was a hallucinatory effect that was still being felt from the severe drunkenness she got herself into. But Giana could hear those words very clearly, as if Ramon was saying them right beside her ear. Making Giana feel a harsh brush of disappointment over the man's treatment toward her yet again.
Without she was aware about it, a tear came down her cheek again, which was followed by another. A silent cry.
Giana didn't know how long she had been familiar with tearing up like this. As if, this was all she could do when she was crying.
Trying not to make any sound and clasping her hands tightly, hoping she wouldn't break in to pieces, because her feelings were getting heavier by the day.
A soft thud could be heard as Giana fell onto the floor of Dillon's apartment kitchen, covering her own mouth before squeezing the front of her shirt. Her body trembled due to the emotions she was trying to endure, but this time it was unstoppable.
Her heart ached even more when the beautiful images of her and Ramon together came over her, like flood water breaking its embankment.
And the sweeter the memories were, the more tortured she would be...
Giana regretted her decision then and now, it seemed like she had lost hope of being able to fix things so that she could return to normal.
Was it really too late? Was there nothing she could do to make things right? To restore Ramon's memories? When that man was being so reluctant around her...
Giana spent approximately an hour dealing with the mental breakdown she was facing and after that she got up to replenish the energy that had been wasted.
Luckily, this didn't really affect her appetite, so she didn't have any additional problems with her existing problems.
It was only when it was approaching noon and Giana intended to go back into her room, getting ready to take a shower, that a phone call distracted her.
Giana then walked to the table beside her bed and opened her handbag which was lying on it. She did not activate silence mode on her cell phone.
Giana's forehead creased when she saw dozens of missed calls. Starting with Dillon, Aidan, her mother, some of her friends…
And now, her father was calling again after Giana had not picked up.
What exactly happened? Was anything big going on while she was asleep? Or maybe the news about her divorce from Aidan had spread widely?
If that was the case, then there was nothing for Giana to worry about, because that was what she wanted in the first place...
"GIANA! WHERE ARE YOU!?" The sound of her father's roar was the first thing Giana heard when she picked up the call.
The loud buzzing sound worsened her headache and it took a while for Giana to clearly hear what her father was making a fuss about.
"… WHERE ARE YOU NOW? YOU DRAGGED OUR FAMILY NAME IN THE MUD!" Mr. Dawson didn't lower his voice at all, as if he did, then Giana wouldn't be able to hear him. "GET HOME NOW!"
Giana's forehead crinkled deeply when she heard her father's words. "What is wrong?" Giana's voice sounded very hoarse because this was the first time she had spoken after she woke up, apart from her desperate cries just a moment ago.
"WHAT IS WRONG?!" Mr. Dawson repeated Giana's sentence. "YOU ARE STILL ASKING WHAT?! ARE YOU NOW STAYING WITH YOUR PERSONAL ASSISTANT?! OR YOU WILL JUST SLEEP WITH ANY MAN YOU MEET?!"
Giana's eyes suddenly opened wide, hearing the humiliating words her father was saying now.
"What do you mean?!"
"You still don't know what impact your actions have had brought about?!" Mr. Dawson said the sentence between his clenched jaws. He looked furious, even his wife did not dare to approach him at this time. As if he was going to kill whoever was bothering him.
If Giana was right in front of him now, it was certain that a slap or two would be a very light punishment for his only daughter.
"What did I do?" Giana got even more clueless. What might she have done to make her father's wrath unstoppable like this? She just had a gloomy morning and now it was just noon, so what might happen in such a short span of time?
"FIND YOUR NAME IN THE NEWS IN THE MORNING BULLETIN AND COME HOME IMMEDIATELY!"
After spitting out those words, Mr. Dawson then hung up the phone. He seemed unable to face Giana's stupidity anymore.
Without waiting any longer, Giana immediately checked her cellphone and looked for the morning news that she always received via email.
It only took her a minute to figure out what her father meant and to realize what kind of trouble she had caused.
What kind of devastation had she allowed herself to fall into.
This was so crazy… Giana's hands couldn't even bear the weight of her meager cellphone. She felt her breath stuckin her throat as her knees went weak…
This was the second time she fell into a pit of despair, as if the world had collapsed right beneath her feet.
On the screen of her cell phone, Giana could see several articles that reviewed what happened last night, a long narrative that reported something extravagant.
A story that only provided one point of view from the writer, which would only cause a violent wave in the community when they read such an article. But on the other hand, it was precisely Giana who was now being hit hard by the impact of what that person wrote.
There, plastered in the news column, was a picture of her and Dillon, where the man was carrying her out of the bar.
Other people could see how drunk Giana was at that time...
And a big title above the article which said that Giana was having an affair with her personal assistant...
Aileen's routine checkup should have been carried out next week, but because Theodore had an unavoidable business travel schedule, coupled with a busy schedule ahead of the wedding day, there were several things to take care of.
Therefore, it was decided that today Theodore would take Aileen for her routine monthly check- up, but this time they were going to have Aileen examined at the hospital that Theodore had in mind.
As Theodore had previously informed Aileen.
On the other hand, Aileen had tried desperately to get Theodore to change his decision, but to no avail. Because, the main reason that Aileen brought up with him was security concerns.
Aileen had repeatedly said that the hospital that George contacted had guaranteed security and confidentiality. However, Theodore easily broke this simple excuse by saying that he had prepared everything in the hospital that they were going to later.
Restless, Aileen kept trying to contact George, but the man didn't heed her calls at all. From morning on, George had sent her only one text telling her to follow Theodore's wishes and he would take care of the rest.
But, how could Aileen calm down if she didn't know what her real father was planning to do? At the very least, George had told her that he was going to do everything to prevent herself from going to the hospital.
It was just that, until this moment, Aileen had not seen any movement that could make her plan to go to the hospital prepared by Theodore to be canceled.
And again… where exactly was George?! Why couldn't he be contacted?!
"Aileen, we are leaving now," Theodore said, reminding Aileen who was still in the bathroom and hadn't been out since ten minutes ago.
Just seeing Aileen's actions like this made Theodore think that the step he had taken was correct, the last thing he had to do now was just to confirm that his guess was not wrong and after that...
After that…
Theodore still hadn't decided what to do if he found out that Aileen indeed lied about her pregnancy. If that was true, then one thing was certain; there would be no marriage or whatsoever between them.
"Aileen, we have to go now," Theodore called out again, knocking on the door because there was no answer to his first question.
"Yes, just a moment, I am going out now," came the answer from inside the bathroom followed by the sound of water, and not long after that Aileen came out of the bathroom. "Let's go," a sweet smile crossed her lips.
Meanwhile, Theodore said nothing more as he headed toward the waiting car.
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Giana woke up from her sleep with a badly aching head, the influence of the alcohol really made her suffer this morning.
Giana couldn't even open her eyes for a moment, to know where she was now. However, the thing that calmed her the most was the fact that she could still remember calling Dillon to pick her up at the bar, informing the only person that she trusted of her whereabouts.
After that, there was nothing that Giana remembered about last night's events. So, at least it could be ascertained that Giana was in a safe place right now.
With a sound of groaning and grunting, Giana finally managed to open her eyes and found the room's atmosphere very familiar to her. This was the room she used during her stay at Dillon's place.
And strangely, this gave out a comfortable and calming sensation, because Giana knew this place.
It took another thirty minutes for Giana to lay still and adjust to her condition until she could get out of the bed and stumble out of the room to meet Dillon.
Usually the man would prepare coffee for her with the coffee machine, but this time, when Giana came to the kitchen, she didn't find a drop of coffee, even the coffee machine looked clean, indicating that this morning Dillon didn't even make coffee for himself.
Strange…
Because Giana knew how dependent they both were on this caffeinated drink.
However, this was not a problem as she could make her own coffee. It was just that with a headache that seemed to want to kill her, Giana preferred to drink cold mineral water which could refresh her hazy brain a little, while Dillon was nowhere to be seen.
It could be ascertained that the man had gone to the office first to finish some work, because Giana's condition did not allow her to do so.
'You can go now.'
The words returned to Giana's ears when she had finished her drink. The words Ramon threw at her to turn down her invitation to a dinner.
'I don't need to know the details about that.'
Followed that short sentence and maybe this was a hallucinatory effect that was still being felt from the severe drunkenness she got herself into. But Giana could hear those words very clearly, as if Ramon was saying them right beside her ear. Making Giana feel a harsh brush of disappointment over the man's treatment toward her yet again.
Without she was aware about it, a tear came down her cheek again, which was followed by another. A silent cry.
Giana didn't know how long she had been familiar with tearing up like this. As if, this was all she could do when she was crying.
Trying not to make any sound and clasping her hands tightly, hoping she wouldn't break in to pieces, because her feelings were getting heavier by the day.
A soft thud could be heard as Giana fell onto the floor of Dillon's apartment kitchen, covering her own mouth before squeezing the front of her shirt. Her body trembled due to the emotions she was trying to endure, but this time it was unstoppable.
Her heart ached even more when the beautiful images of her and Ramon together came over her, like flood water breaking its embankment.
And the sweeter the memories were, the more tortured she would be...
Giana regretted her decision then and now, it seemed like she had lost hope of being able to fix things so that she could return to normal.
Was it really too late? Was there nothing she could do to make things right? To restore Ramon's memories? When that man was being so reluctant around her...
Giana spent approximately an hour dealing with the mental breakdown she was facing and after that she got up to replenish the energy that had been wasted.
Luckily, this didn't really affect her appetite, so she didn't have any additional problems with her existing problems.
It was only when it was approaching noon and Giana intended to go back into her room, getting ready to take a shower, that a phone call distracted her.
Giana then walked to the table beside her bed and opened her handbag which was lying on it. She did not activate silence mode on her cell phone.
Giana's forehead creased when she saw dozens of missed calls. Starting with Dillon, Aidan, her mother, some of her friends…
And now, her father was calling again after Giana had not picked up.
What exactly happened? Was anything big going on while she was asleep? Or maybe the news about her divorce from Aidan had spread widely?
If that was the case, then there was nothing for Giana to worry about, because that was what she wanted in the first place...
"GIANA! WHERE ARE YOU!?" The sound of her father's roar was the first thing Giana heard when she picked up the call.
The loud buzzing sound worsened her headache and it took a while for Giana to clearly hear what her father was making a fuss about.
"… WHERE ARE YOU NOW? YOU DRAGGED OUR FAMILY NAME IN THE MUD!" Mr. Dawson didn't lower his voice at all, as if he did, then Giana wouldn't be able to hear him. "GET HOME NOW!"
Giana's forehead crinkled deeply when she heard her father's words. "What is wrong?" Giana's voice sounded very hoarse because this was the first time she had spoken after she woke up, apart from her desperate cries just a moment ago.
"WHAT IS WRONG?!" Mr. Dawson repeated Giana's sentence. "YOU ARE STILL ASKING WHAT?! ARE YOU NOW STAYING WITH YOUR PERSONAL ASSISTANT?! OR YOU WILL JUST SLEEP WITH ANY MAN YOU MEET?!"
Giana's eyes suddenly opened wide, hearing the humiliating words her father was saying now.
"What do you mean?!"
"You still don't know what impact your actions have had brought about?!" Mr. Dawson said the sentence between his clenched jaws. He looked furious, even his wife did not dare to approach him at this time. As if he was going to kill whoever was bothering him.
If Giana was right in front of him now, it was certain that a slap or two would be a very light punishment for his only daughter.
"What did I do?" Giana got even more clueless. What might she have done to make her father's wrath unstoppable like this? She just had a gloomy morning and now it was just noon, so what might happen in such a short span of time?
"FIND YOUR NAME IN THE NEWS IN THE MORNING BULLETIN AND COME HOME IMMEDIATELY!"
After spitting out those words, Mr. Dawson then hung up the phone. He seemed unable to face Giana's stupidity anymore.
Without waiting any longer, Giana immediately checked her cellphone and looked for the morning news that she always received via email.
It only took her a minute to figure out what her father meant and to realize what kind of trouble she had caused.
What kind of devastation had she allowed herself to fall into.
This was so crazy… Giana's hands couldn't even bear the weight of her meager cellphone. She felt her breath stuckin her throat as her knees went weak…
This was the second time she fell into a pit of despair, as if the world had collapsed right beneath her feet.
On the screen of her cell phone, Giana could see several articles that reviewed what happened last night, a long narrative that reported something extravagant.
A story that only provided one point of view from the writer, which would only cause a violent wave in the community when they read such an article. But on the other hand, it was precisely Giana who was now being hit hard by the impact of what that person wrote.
There, plastered in the news column, was a picture of her and Dillon, where the man was carrying her out of the bar.
Other people could see how drunk Giana was at that time...
And a big title above the article which said that Giana was having an affair with her personal assistant...
