Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 129687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 519(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 519(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Pippi watched the men in the restaurant gaze admiringly at Damen Leventis' wife as she walked away. It didn't make her feel a single bit of envy, but it did make her wonder rather wistfully if she could ever inspire Acheron to feel jealous about other men's attention.
She used to think she could, but he had just grown so distant these days they might as well be back to being CEO and lowly secretary.
Weeks had passed since the day she had accidentally heard Acheron speak to Amelia on the phone, and so much had changed since then.
For one thing, he had stopped sleeping at Mariposa House and had instead checked into a hotel next to Excalibur Park's construction site. It would've been a reasonable move...if he had done the same thing to all the other properties Simonides Inc. had previously developed. Moreover, Excalibur Park was neither the company's biggest nor most expensive real estate project to date.
Knowing this, she couldn't help thinking that he was deliberately avoiding spending time with her.
But if he was - why?
"I'm back," Mairi said as she returned to their table, but her smile faded when she saw Pippi's strained expression. "Oh, Pip."
"Could you—-" Just thinking of what she was about to ask made Pippi's hands perspire and she found herself looking away, not wanting to see Mairi's eyes as she heard herself say, "I just need you to be honest."
Mairi bit her lip hard, the woman part of her knowing right away what it was the girl was trying to find the courage to ask, and that same part of her was already crying.
"I don't think he's having an affair with his ex," Mairi said softly.
But even if Acheron wasn't, it wasn't right that Pippi felt the need to even ask such a thing.
The pain in Pippi's heart eased a little at Mairi's words. Maybe she was being willfully blind, but she truly believed the older woman was saying the truth.
So that was one worry taken care of, which only left about 999 more...
The thought made her want to laugh and cry.
Oh, Acheron.
Look what you've turned me into.
"You know...he once thought I had feelings for Mr. Evans," Pippi surprised herself by confiding.
Mairi's brows shot up. "Are you saying he thinks you're the type to cheat?"
"It was the circumstances," Pippi said, feeling defensive on Acheron's behalf. "I used to refuse all offers of transfers, you see, but a month ago, I had this...this school loan to pay off so when the offer to transfer to Mr. Evans' department came up, and it included a hefty pay raise, I had to say yes."
Comprehension dawned, and Mairi sighed. "I get it."
"You do?" Pippi was rather skeptical.
"You didn't want to tell him about the loan."
Pippi nodded. "He would've insisted on settling the loan, and I didn't want that."
"Because it would make you seem like a gold-digger," the older woman concluded.
"Exactly." Pippi was relieved that Mairi readily understood her sentiments. "We had a huge row over it, too."
"Have you told him the truth since then?"
"Well, that's the thing..." Pippi looked down and started stirring her juice again. "When things became weird between us, I thought I should clear the air - get rid of all the lies and be open about our feelings."
"That's a good plan," Mairi murmured.
"You would think so, right?" The girl's smile was pained. "But when I tried to tell him the truth, he said it didn't matter." Blue eyes filled with innocent entreaty turned to Mairi. "What do you think he meant by that?"
Mairi's lips parted, but no sound came out. Pippi's question might seemed simple and straightforward to anyone hearing it, but they both knew that what the girl was asking for without the words was something entirely.
Help me believe there's still hope.
Please.
Please.
The silence stretched between them, ruthless and unbroken, and Pippi could feel herself cracking under its weight.
It seemed anything could break her these days.
She felt her hands start to tremble and quickly hid them under the table. She tried to smile but stopped when she felt her face start to crack as well. In the end, all she could do was look at Mairi.
Please say something. Please. Please. Please.
Mairi's eyes started to sting, and when she saw Pippi's own eyes begin to shine, it became harder to hold back her own tears.
Her silence was her answer, and Pippi heard it loud and clear.
"I'm sorry," Mairi whispered.
Pippi shook her head. "It's not your fault."
It was no one's fault.
Not even Acheron's.
Because all he promised was that he would keep her from taking any risks.
And he had kept his word.
But he never promised not to hurt her.
SHE WAS CALLING HIM.
The world had turned upside down in recent days, and things were no longer how they used to be. These days, it was Pippi calling him first now, Pippi seeking his company, Pippi saying that she missed him.