Chapter 290 - Two Hundred And Ninety - Unbound (1/2)

Emily's point of view

I didn't want Judy to see me in this state; weak and defeated; this was my lowest point. My pride has just being crushed and the last thing I needed was an old flame having sympathy for me.

Knowing he would be waiting for me in his car, I lowered my head and walked directly opposite from him. I was having a hard time controlling the tears blinding my eyes hence didn't see where I was going and bumped into someone.

”I'm so sorry,” I apologized, not looking at the face of the person I hit; I don't want their pitiful gaze. Pity was what got me into this mess in the first place.

I wiped the tears from my eyes, moving out of the victim's way when I felt the person drag me back. How was he not satisfied with my apology?

”Look, I'm....” I glanced up and froze. It was Judy.

”You never change,” He grumbled.

I tugged my hand from his grasp, planning to walk away from him but he blocked my path.

”Why are you crying?” he asked, giving me that pitiful look I hated.

I sniffed, wiping my face once again, ”Get out of my way,”

”I'm not letting you go until you tell me what's going on,” he said firmly

”What is going on with me is none of your business,” I hissed out.

”Contrary to your belief, you know you've always been my business since day one we met,”

”Get out of my way you big bully,” I pushed him on the chest, he didn't budge.

”Not unless you tell me what happened in there,”

”Why?” I huffed, ” So you can laugh and tell me you told me so', Is that it?”

He wrinkled his forehead, ”The conversation didn't go well, did it?”

I didn't reply.

”This is why I should have come along and I'm done with your attitude,”

”What?”

Before I could tell what he had in mind, Judy carried me off my feet while I let out a sharp yelp.

”What do you think you're doing? I am going to scream 'rape', ” I threatened him.

His eyes screamed with laughter, ”Sure, go ahead and shout it since we're standing outside the building of your soon-to-be presidential husband. If the news of you seen in my arms surfaces, who did you think would suffer more? Me? The prince of the Lincolnshire kingdom and one of the eligible bachelors around? You? The wife of a politician? Or your husband? The aspiring president? Would the scandal make things easy for him? ”

”Bastard! ” I spat, my blood boiling.

”Let's make this easier for the both of us, would ya,” That being said, he carried me over to the car while I hid my face in his chest so no one recognizes me.

Yet, that was a risky move.

Rubbing my face against his chest made me realize how muscular Judy had gotten over the years and how much I missed caressing that firm abdomen. My hands itched to touch him but I clench my fist, digging my nails into it. But that wasn't the only torment, his manly scent wafted into my nose, my stomach did a stumble.

As soon as Judy placed me in the back seat, I had already planned to escape through the other door but that smart bastard put on the child lock.

”It's a relief to know that you haven't lost that spark in you,” he smirked.

I snorted and looked away.

Throughout the journey, I was unresponsive to every conversation he tried to start with me. I just needed some space, doesn't he get it.

We reached our destination, a mansion located in a serene environment with lots of palm trees around.

”I couldn't take you to a hotel since you're a big shot and it would spell scandal. So here's one of my properties,” He said, opening the door for me, finally.

I stepped out of the car and looked around the environment, ”So what am I supposed to do here? Live here?”

”Exactly, sort out your emotions here. It's a calm neighborhood to collect your thoughts with hardly any occupants that would recognize you - they mind their business anyway. What do you say? ” he waited for a hopeful answer.

”Thanks but no. I don't need your sympathy and I have my own property - Ahh!” I screamed my lungs out when he grabbed me off my feet again. What the hell was his problem? Can't he respect my wish to be alone?!

Amid my protest and punches on his chest, he didn't slow down nor stop till we reached the living room and placed me on the couch with care.

I shot up to my feet, ”Let me out now!”

”Seriously, just tell me what the hell happened and stop acting like a kid?!” He lashed out at me.