Michel's eyelashes were flattering as he saw her shake her head in a response of decline. He raised a brow to her hold the thermos bottle and the medicine.
"Why won't you eat? You are sick right? And rather it's not my child." He said proving himself innocent.
Rose glared at him as she sat on her back restraining the pain she felt on her lower abdomen. The ache was nothing compared to a simple headache. She was weak in her legs as if her leg was torn from the joints.
"I don't blame you..."
"No, why would you? You are the one who's bearing a child or perhaps it was so soon that you are completely broken by the heart?" Michel teased her as she began to water again.
"It…..it was my ex who did it." Erica's voice was no honey to his ears. It was all a painful moan to him.
"Rose, hurry up. We are going to the submarine show" Liam said as he ties his shoelace and Rose steps in the room with a white silk gown. Her hair was pulled out and her light make-up was breathtaking.
She pushed herself to the table and picked an apple to eat as she sliced and served Liam on a plate. His eyes were fixed on her beautiful, soft powder-like hands which were dressed with a thin blue bracelet.
She sniffed his cologne and sighed to him "you are going to impress some more babes out there?"
Liam's eyes narrowed as he shook his head, took his glasses as his hands curled her chin and said "wound not bother to be impressed. We have businesses there."
Her eyes started to glitter with the blushing sentence he made to her. They both were lovey-dovey until the old man came out and gave them a basket full of fruits which were fresh and morning washed. Liam paid him with a handful of bucks and smiled at him.
"What? Then go to him and talk about it." Michel groaned as he slammed the car door.
Erica sighed as her breath stopped beating fast and her eyes were closed, finding a way to talk to Michel to make him understand and dig hole underneath the road and stay there. The car door clicked open as she felt the car moving with a great rush.
"Continue….." Michel asked as he adjusted the rear- mirror of the car to look at her. Her face wasn't as fresh as the last night. Wait? Last night. So they probably spent the night inside the car? Well, I can't do anything.
Erica took a sharp breath and spoke "there's nothing to continue. And I won't kill this child. I intend to raise this child on my own. I will work hard to give him the best life."
"What about the father?"
"He is dead." Erica sounded angry as she cried but wiped her tears aggressively with her bare hands.
"Alright. Here's a deal. I give a hand to you and you accept it. Without making an excuse." Michel ordered as his heart was speeding up while talking in that manner being all dominant and possessive over some call-girl he met.
Erica didn't have a choice. She raised her head as Michel have his shoulder to stand. As she eyed the building and the name-banner outside the house. Michel Louise. She was shocked to know that he was a temporary entrepreneur as he slides the gate key and swiped it open.
"Butler Emanuel? We have a human being over" Michel shouted and placed his hand on the sides of the table.
Butler Emanuel came hurriedly and glanced at Erica first then on where Michel was standing.his hair was loose. He looked kind of old but with an average height dressed in black and white suit and white gloves. The room was completely wiped with white crystals everywhere. The Furniture was new. It took a lot of work to build a whole mansion.
"Sir, I might not be polite but who is this?" Butler Emanuel said with a soft face.
"Oh a run-away. She is pregnant. So, Miss Proposa can handle her better than you. Call her and make sure this dustbin is clean by the time I get off the work." Michel said as he flipped open his phone and eyed all the messages he has been receiving since morning.
Butler Emanuel gave a bright smile and said "I will call her you can seat over there." He pointed at the dusty chair far away from the area. Erica obediently nodded as she was tired arguing with Michel and was feeling nauseas to herself.
Miss Proposa came by clapping her hands as she asked her softly with a sweet tone.
"Are you the pregnant girl?" Erica nodded as she stood to greet her.
"Oh my. I would love to see your baby soon." Proposa said as she rubbed her old warm hand on Erica's hard cheeks.
"You seem tired. No worries, after the hot bath I will make a sour dish for you to eat. And then go to sleep." Erica flashed a smile as they both climbed the stairs in complete silence.
The brown door opened as she felt the odor of the sweet tangy smell of body wash from the bathroom door. And Proposa rushed to unlock the bathroom door as Erica's eyes were diverted by the dull gowns on the rack. They weren't expensive so there were only two vibrant colors among the clothes.
Proposa stripped her as her fair body flushed out with the garments on as her long hair fell back almost leaving a length of her back. The golden hair was smooth as Proposa rubbed her scalp with her bare hands and pushed her into the bathroom in the foam bubbling bathtub with faucet on.
"Stay here for a few minutes dear. I will wash your hair." Proposa said and grabbed the shampoo bottle and poured into her wet hair. Rubbing gently as her eyes were concentrating the rhythm of the fingers up and down of her scalp.