ELIZABETH...
I woke up with a buzz in my head. Rubbing my eyes, I tried to recall what happened and gradually foggy images started gathering in my head.
A proposal to warm The fourth son of Moore's bed... His terrible face and my escape at first before returning. Now, in bed again.
Alarmed, I checked myself and unlike last time, I have my clothes now. Immediately a sigh of relief exhaled of me, but too short-lived. When,
"You're awake..."
His tone was like the last wave of Cello, leaving me anticipated for more. My eyes found his direction.
He was Sitting on the couch in one corner. A majestic posture and a magazine in his hands, flipping through pages.
Avert the face and he could easily be a figure of the magazine.
He kept the magazine on the table before standing up. His cold gaze landed on mine, seizing my breath.
"How do you feel now?" He asked.
"Good, thanks..." I lowered my eyes, Embarrassed by my own lousiness.
"You're not ready to marry me, Miss Swann..." His next words snapped my eyes up to him.
"Please, I apologize for my sentiments. I was too naive and offended your feelings." I stepped out of the bed hastily, once again feeling dizzy. "Don't reject me, Ple-ease..."
Each word was bruising my dignity badly, but, I forced myself to ignore and be stubborn.
"You're too rushed in conclusion, Miss Swann. I am not declining the marriage, but forwarding it with our engagement."
Huh? I stared at him, not sure what to say.
He stepped closer, "Hopefully, your fear will succumb in this period."
"Oh..." I blinked, Nodding my head, as if hypnotised.
He took another step toward me, closing all the distance between us, "Six months, you'll stay here as my Fiancé."
The familiar smell of woody wine tickled my nostrils.
My breath hitched when he lowered his head on my neck and inhaled my scent, "You smell so good, little bird." He whispered in my ear.
Slightly dropping a kiss on my tensed skin, he moved away, lending me a space to breathe.
I looked up at him. He was much taller than me and his burnt side was the first thing that stole all attention horrifyingly. However, he seemed less frightening this time.
Perhaps, my determination to accept him as a husband or a Fiancé gave me that courage. Probably, it won't be a problem once I am used to his appearance.
"Servants will prepare your belongings here." He said, capturing my attention to his words. "Take rest..." He was about to walk away when I stopped him.
"C-an I see my grandfather in the hospital, please?" I did not expect him to be flexible at my request, but still, I couldn't hold myself from asking him.
He paused and turned to me. I was unsure by the look he gave me as if searching for something, "The chauffeur will take you there." He said.
"O-kay." The astonishment wasn't suppressed in my tone. Immediately, My heart warmed up with gratitude. "Thank you."
Mr Moore left quietly...
After a while, one servant escorted me to the car. As soon as my eyes caught the sight, I was stunned. A Rolls Royce was waiting for me on the doorstep.
I dared not to refute and sat quietly in the car, looking around and taking in the luxurious feeling.
"Where to, ma'am?"
"Huh? Uh- Holy Heart Hospital, please." I somehow managed to inform and the car started.
Honestly, I was still in shock. My night was sold to warm Moore the fourth's bed. However, the course of the situation took a humble turn now giving me an identity of his fiance!
Would it be still too much to expect something good from life?
"We're here, ma'am." The old chauffeur's voice broke my little bubbles, as I looked out of the window.
The huge building of Holy Heart Hospital was standing proudly. And if I am not wrong, this was one of the properties belonging to Moore's.
Swallowing the unsettled lump, I opened the door and stepped out. Suddenly, lights flashed in my eyes, making them shut painfully.
"Here she is! The youngest daughter of Swanns!" A violent tone hit my ear.
Before I could understand the situation, clicking and flashes of camera elapsed my privacy, as I was bombarded with questions from reporters.
"Miss Swann, we have heard You're the chosen one tonight, is that true?" A female reporter shouted at me.
Blinking and puzzled, I took a step back, covering my eyes. Oh God, I wasn't prepared for this. I didn't know a wish to have a glance of Grandpa would cause me this chaos!
It was a secretive process. How did the media get involved in this!?
"Miss Swann! Did you see the fourth son of Moore's? How did he look? Does he look as described?"
"Miss Swann, people are scared to send their daughters to him. Why would your parents send you there?"
"Did your family sell you for the money? How much fortune was handed to your family?"
"Miss Swann, is it true you directly come to the hospital from the mansion? Did he torture you as people say?"
"Where are those women who disappeared? Do you know anything about them?"
I froze on the spot. Their words and flashes of the camera were echoing in my head. I had never been violated publically this way.
If it wasn't for the chauffeur to come out and help me enter the car, I might have been buried down by the correspondents' queries.
It took me quite some time to calm down, but when I did, I panicked for Grandpa. He was alone in the hospital. What if those reporters found him!?
"Ple-ease, go back to the hospital! My grandfather is alone there!" I chastised the chauffeur, who paid no heed to my words.
"Can you not listen to me? Please, just go back! Ple-ease, sir!" My tone raised this time, choking in tears.
However, the chauffeur did not speak a word, but suddenly stretched his hand with a Bluetooth phone headset.
"Wh-at is..."
"Master is on the line."
His words cut me off. Blinking once, I picked up the headset and wore it.
"How are you doing?" Immediately his melodious tone unexpectedly waved a calmness in my fear-stricken heart.
"Grandpa..." My throat tightened as tears threatened to fall.
"Don't worry about him." His low magnetic tone soothed my ear. "Nothing will happen to him."
"Give the headset to the chauffeur." His words came again and I obliged.
Surprisingly, his words calmed my worried nerves a lot. Closing my eyes, I leaned against the car seat.
I was too tired to look around and sat there for God knows how long, until,
"Ma'am we are here." The chauffeur informed.
I opened my eyes and looked out of the window, expecting to see the huge mansion right in front of my eyes. However, I did not see a mansion but a much smaller, yet decent house.
Blinking, I turned to the chauffeur, realising where the car had stopped. "Why am I here?"
"Master asked to drop you safely to your home tonight. I will pick you up tomorrow morning." He replied.
My lips pursed to a thin line, "But, I have to go to work tomorrow. How can I..."
"Miss Swann, Have a safe night. See you tomorrow." He cut her off, turning me speechless by the discourtesy.
Without a word, I got out of the car and watched him drive away.
I have a hefty feeling that the people around my new fiance did not like me much. At this point, I wasn't really sure what I had stepped in.
Hopefully, I won't regret it in the future...