49 Messy Thoughts (1/2)

As soon as Sia came back she slumped into her bed, not even bothering to change. She felt exhausted. First it was the patient that refused the surgery, then the hackers, then Will and now even Cain. She knew that a good person would be more concerned about Will who just got rejected, but she couldn't help but think about Cain. Even when thinking of Will, it was all because of Cain.

Alex had nothing but praises for Will and even she, herself, found him cute at some point of time. But today he was not cute at all. How dare he try to vilify her Cain? If his words were said in a friendly manner as a warning she would still be fine. But instead he tried to portray Cain as a monster. Even if he truly was a monster, he was her monster, and she would always guard and protect him from anyone who tried to harm him: be it verbally or physically. She could berate him, point out his mistakes, but she wouldn't let others do so.

As for the main culprit of her messy thoughts, honestly, it wasn't like she had anything to hide from him. It was completely fine for her to have him listening to their conversation. The only thing she didn't like was that he hadn't even mentioned about it. Damn, she was feeling embarrassed that he heard her protecting him. And he just had to use her own words to be flirty with her. Shameless, he was simply shameless!

'Ugh, I can't brood over some stupid things anymore. I wonder what he is doing now.'

Thus she picked up her phone and messaged him asking him to call her if he had time, and she received a call as soon as her message was read.

”Is my Queen unable to sleep because she misses me too much?” he asked with a crafty smile on his face, ready to tease her. Meanwhile he subtly put his laptop aside concentrating all his attention on his goddess.

”Uh-huh. So talk me to sleep,” she answered sheepishly. No way she was letting him tease her without retaliation.

Cain was momentarily stunned. The next second a genuine smile bloomed on his face and his heart filled with warmth. Seemed like Queenie had calmed down. He loved her way of reconciling with him by acting all coy and cute. Hmm, how he would love to be next to her and instead pillow talk her to sleep. But alas...

”What does my Queen desire for me to talk about?”

”Tell me a nice fairy tale,” she chided straight away.

However, someone's handsome looking countenance darkened and his eyes narrowed in realisation.

'The damned girl!'

But all he could do was to sigh in utter helplessness and to oblige to her wishes. After some discussion with his picky Queenie he finally found a book to her liking and started reading to her until he could hear her even breathing. Her breathing was a lullaby on its own for him, so he, himself, soon fell asleep while listening to her, completely unaware of the storm that was currently brewing.

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”Wanna talk?” Alex asked reluctantly.

They had been in the bar for more than an hour now, and Will had been drinking non stop. Looking at all the empty whisky bottles in front of him Alex couldn't help but worry. Maybe, just maybe, he would feel better if he spilled out all the beans?

”Huh? Talk? What do you want me to talk about?” Will asked sarcastically.

Even though he was drunk he was still as dignified as ever. If not for his glazed eyes and all the bottles in front of him one wouldn't even guess that he was drunk.

”Will, talk about your feelings. Talk about what happened. Talk about why you are drinking so much. Anything is fine.”

Will's face turned ugly at his words.

'Huh? Talk about what I am feeling or thinking? I am afraid if I do so I might even lose a friend today.'

”No need,” he thus said curtly.

However, Alex was adamant at making him speak. He knew Will, and if the latter had suppressed too much it would usually lead to some disasters. Hence, it was better for him to know what was on his mind to talk him out of it when he was sober.

After persuading and nagging him for a good half hour, combined with the effects of the alcohol kicking in, Will finally started talking while looking absentmindedly outside the window,

”Do you think I am pathetic? Do you pity me for falling for someone who already belongs to someone else?”