PRISONER OF LOVE LOVE THE WIDOWER

SEASON 5'S. Part 26's. I Will Come Again Tomorrow 1

Julie POV.

I heard the news about the trial of the man Louis was targeting a few weeks ago. Thomas said the trial is still going on and it is not certain when the decision will be made.

But today from the morning somehow it felt like something was wrong. Something that made me feel uneasy like an ugly feeling something was going to happen. This feeling has been overshadowing me all day. I'm getting worried now.

This feeling didn't go away until night, somehow I felt like I had to call Kimberly. I'm doing. NY and London are five hours apart.It should be late afternoon.

"Julie." Kimberly picked up my phone.

"Kim, how are you. You okay?" And I heard him sobbing. Why is she crying what's wrong.

"I'm not okay. Louis just got shot, is having surgery, hasn't been out of there and I'm not okay." Hearing it makes me daze?! Shot down?! Didn't he have a bodyguard, how did he get shot.

"What?! How's..." He was still sobbing while it felt like my heart was squeezed to hear him.

"I don't know Julie, it's like a nightmare, I wish I wasn't in this dream, it's terrible. I just heard gunshots on our way in the parking lot and he's been shot down."

"Who shot him?"

"I don't know, they're working on the shooter."

"Where was he shot, was he bad?" If she were to cry so badly.

"On the left side, he was unconscious when he was brought here. I'm afraid Julie, she said she's going to meet Chelsea, I'm afraid I have to give it up like Chelsea, but I'm keeping her from being directly involved. I don't know if anyone recognized him as Chelsea's husband." Chelsea must be the name of his murdered wife. Left chest, that person must have wanted him dead.

"So now he's still in the operating room?"

"Yes, we can only wait here and have no idea how it's going. I'm so worried, he's been in the operating room for three hours and there's no news at all. I was so scared because he called Chelsea." Now I'm crying with Kimberly.

"He will survive, he will survive. God will help good people like him." I can't cover my worries anymore either.

"I'm going straight to NY tomorrow, looking for the first flight. Look at the situation."

"You want to come all of a sudden? Doesn't it interfere with your work schedule?"

"I'm going to NY in a week. The autumn show will begin. I just speed it up."

"All right, it's up to you."

"Send me the hospital where Louis is being treated."

"I'll send it to you. Later if there's news I'll also let you know, I hope he stays in the operating room."

I'm looking for a flight ticket tomorrow morning. I found it, and immediately chose the purchase option, then packed the needs I needed as soon as possible. Call the housekeeper in NY that I'll be there tomorrow.

I honestly don't know why I'm doing this, but I can't hold back my tears and worry about her condition. I repeatedly texted Kimberly asking her how she was. It's late, but I can't sleep at all because I'm worried.

My relationship with Colin was calm and comfortable, but I lied to myself because I always thought about Louis, if he said I might not be with him. He's nice, he's very nice, but half of my heart has fallen somewhere else even though Louis may never have thought of me. I was captured by him.

I can't wait to see the clock until tomorrow. Updating Louis from Kimberly until he couldn't sleep at 2 p.m.

"He's out, still a close observation, but the bullet doctor said not to hit the vital part, should his condition be stable. He's not up yet." I was just relieved afterwards, grateful I was given the chance to see her again.

"I'll be there tomorrow at 12 p.m. I booked a flight at 8 from London."

"Yes okay. I'll be here tomorrow waiting for you."

I left on the first flight I could find. Only got a short nap after hearing from Kimberly. The rest I tried to sleep on the plane on that 7-hour long flight.

Almost 12 o'clock I arrived at JFK and went straight to the hospital. Kimberly saw me in the lobby waving at me.

"How he is doing." Both times we met. I now know he is a friend of Chelsea.

"He was up for a while, but the doctor said he was still under the influence of drugs, so he fell asleep again, apparently the wound did not hit an artery or an important part, thank God. Her mother and father arrived here from their home in Minnesota this morning. You worry about it this way, baji*ng*and it's lucky, we cry worrying about him but he's fine thank God..." Kimberly could laugh a little. I'm just smiling.

"Can he be on the beard?"

"of course. Let me introduce you to Uncle and Aunt too." I drop my suitcase into the nurse station before I see it. Two elderly people were seen waiting in the VIP room. He was already in an ordinary room.

"Uncle, Auntie, anyone far from London wants to see Louis." His mother and father smiled at me.

"You're Louis' friend? You look similar... " His mother did not speak. I know what he wants to say, that I look like Chelsea, a painful reality, but I've made peace accepting it.

"I'm Julie Harris Aunt, nice to meet you." I greeted his mother before going to his father.

"You're Julie Harris, who did the movie, right?" Her father is now researching me.

"Yes sir, I'm that Julie Harris."

"He's a famous artist. You're from London, new from the airport? You're so good to my son." Papa Louis asked again. My mother looked at me in disbelief. Maybe I can't believe my son has a celebrity admirer.

"You must be tired, you've come all the way to see it." He took me to Louis's treatment bed. I'm so thankful he's not in too many aids. "The doctor said he still had a lot of rest, although there were no conditions to worry about. But maybe a week he should stay here under surveillance. Before I can move into the house."

"Thank God he's okay." I wiped my tears. At least he didn't die in vain at the hands of criminals. He can't die. His mother patted me on the shoulder.

"What are you guys, ..lover?" The question anyone would ask I thought, but unfortunately not

"No, we're just friends."

"Ohh friend." His mother nodded in understanding. "You're so nice, worrying about it like this. Thanks for flying this far."

"No, Auntie, I have a job in New York next week. I'm just glad to see it's okay."

"Two hours ago he woke up, maybe he would wake up again. You've had lunch. How about aunty's lunch? Or do you want to go back to rest first, you can come back anytime, this brat is fine? You must be tired of traveling so long." Aunt was so nice to me.