Chapter 179 Valentines Day III (2/2)

When Beatrice saw Betty collapse on the ground, her heart went out to her. Betty was such a sweet, kind soul and very sensitive. It must have torn her apart to refuse Sam, who had only been very nice to her.

Beatrice took a deep breath and wiped her own tears. Right now, Betty needed her. She was about to get up to go and console Betty when she suddenly felt a hand go over her mouth and another around her waist.

Beatrice panicked and was struggling as she felt herself being pulled back into a very strong chest. She could feel the guy behind her, and his breath around her ear. She couldn't budge at all and ended up facing the ground while her assailant was pressed against her back.

Tears formed in her eyes. How did this guy come out nowhere? How come she did not notice his presence? Is this it? Is this person going to **** her?

”Calm down, Beatrice. It's me, Kyle,” the deep voice said in her ear.

Beatrice stopped moving. Kyle?!

”If you promise not to scream or dash out, I'll let you go,” Kyle continued saying, his voice sending shivers down her spine. She had never even held hands with a guy and now, she was being pressed down on the ground by one, with his voice in her ear?!

It was too much for her innocent soul.

”Nod your head if you agree,” Kyle said.

Beatrice quickly nodded her head. <Just get off me already!!>

Kyle slowly got off her and released his hands from her mouth. He placed a finger on his lips and whispered, ”I'm sorry for that, but you can't go out right now.”

”Why?” she whispered back.

”There is something you need to see first,” Kyle insisted, as he looked towards where Betty was.

There were a million questions in Beatrice's mind. When did Kyle get here? How did Kyle get here? Why was Kyle here? What did he want her to see?

Beatrice couldn't understand.

She turned to where he was looking and could not see anything out of the ordinary. See what? Betty crying her heart out?

Beatrice looked back at Kyle, who just glanced back at her for a while, saying, ”Patience.”

There was something about the way he said it. Or perhaps it was due to how serious he was looking - very unlike any of the expressions she had ever seen on Kyle - that made Beatrice obediently sit back down and continue watching Betty cry.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, Betty sat up straight, her chest heaving as she tried to settle down her violent sobs. She vigorously wiped her eyes with the sleeves of her uniform and took several deep breaths.

Though she was not crying as hard as before, tears were still falling from her eyes. Betty got up and slowly walked to a dustbin. She reached in and took out the paper bag that Sam had thrown.

Even from that distance, Beatrice could see the tender look in Betty's eyes as she held that paper bag like it was a treasure. She opened it and took out a small box. She caressed the top, her smile gentle even though the tears were streaking down her face.

Betty opened the lid and the music filled the area.

Beatrice, a lover of old songs, recognised the tune. Unchained Melody. It was lovely and haunting; and sad.

Betty sobbed again, closed it gently and kissed the music box. She held it close to her chest as she slowly walked away.

Beatrice watched as Betty disappeared in the distance, tears forming in her eyes as another realisation hit her. It was so obvious.

Betty was in love with Sam.

”So, now you know,” Kyle said, looking at Beatrice seriously, handing her his handkerchief.

”Know what? That Sam is in love with Betty? That the feeling is reciprocated?” Beatrice said bitterly.

Kyle was quiet, still looking at her intently as he said, ”Yes, but the most important part of it all?”

”What?” Beatrice almost snarled it out, refusing to look at Kyle.

Kyle nearly smirked at that. Seems like not looking at the face of the person who was pointing out truths run in the family.

”Why Betty rejected Sam even though she felt the same way?” Kyle gently prodded.

Of course Beatrice knew. Only an idiot wouldn't know. Betty rejected Sam because of her, Beatrice. Because Beatrice likes Sam. The thought only served to make her angrier.

”What are you going to do about it?” came Kyle's voice, breaking into her thoughts.

Beatrice looked up at Kyle, her eyes blazing.