The Gray Autumn's

Pathetique

While Benjamin looked troubled. He did not know where Fleur was, especially since Aamber did not answer or reply to messages from him. The handsome man with gray eyes can only pacing back and forth. However, all of the father-of-one's worries eventually dissipate, as the princess and her grandmother's nanny return home. He immediately approached the two. "Where have you been?" ask her with a face that is difficult to interpret.

Fleur and Aamber looked at each other for a moment. After that, they turned back to Benjamin who was still putting on a strange look. "We ...." Fleur did not continue his words. The little girl hesitated to tell her father the truth.

"You didn't go to dr's therapy clinic. Wiltord?" benjamin's tone was full of probing and suspicion.

"No, Ben. Fleur invited me to go to the Hillaire family residence," explained Aamber still looks calm.

Benjamin knitted his brows as if he did not understand. He looked at Fleur and Aamber in turn. "What does that mean?" ask the gray-eyed man.

"Yes, Papa. I'm going there," timpal Fleur confidently said.

"For what?" benjamin asked as he looked at the princess still with a clueless look. He then approached Fleur and knelt before his only child. Benjamin cupped a sweet face with those glowing gray eyes. "I hope you don't create new problems, Fleur," he said misgivingly. The unrest was evident on the handsome face of the thirty-five-year-old man. He was afraid that Fleur would act and get him in trouble.

"You take it easy, Ben. We didn't go there to mess up," Aamber took over the answer Fleur was supposed to give.

Benjamin looked at her for a moment. However, he soon turned his attention back to Fleur. "You don't want to explain anything to me?"

"I'm sorry, Papa. I've caused you a lot of trouble" Fleur said regretfully. "I deliberately came there to look for Elle, but she wasn't there. Mr. Hillaire said that Elle was not in Paris" he explained. Every now and then, the little girl was bowed down for not daring to go against the glare Benjamin cast on her.

"What do you mean?" ask the copper-haired brunette. Benjamin stood up again and showed his firm posture. However, he still looked towards Fleur with a gaze full of probing mixed with astonishment.

"Yes, Ben. Mr. Hilaire said that Elle was not in Paris. However, when Fleur asked to inform him of his whereabouts, it turned out that Mr. Hillaire was not willing to say anything. So is Miss Hillaire. He said that Elle was not being disturbed" explained Aamber.

Benjamin stared fixedly at the middle-aged woman. He also seemed to be knitting his brows because he did not understand. Benjamin isn't sure if Autumn really isn't in Paris.

"Are you sure Mr. Hillaire isn't lying?"

"I don't think so. The man looks very charismatic. It seems, there's no way a man like him would do something stupid" Aamber reiterated. Benjamin was silent.

Until the day passed and the night changed, Benjamin was still sitting pensively. Dozens of messages and calls were addressed to Edgar, but none were answered. Edgar seems to have deliberately covered up Autumn's whereabouts. If the girl is not in Paris, where is she now?

Marseille, that's the only city Benjamin had in mind. However, he himself felt unsure, especially when Autumn said that he would go somewhere that the man did not know.

Benjamin then poured a glass of wine. He then took it down a little at a time. The man continued to ponder, until he finally fell asleep on the sofa.

Without feeling it, morning has come. The sound of a knock on the door of the study, woke the copper-haired brunette man up. Lazily, Benjamin got up and sat down for a moment. She also scratched her hair. Before moving on from there, Benjamin had time to knead the neck of the head that felt sore, then he stood up and then walked towards the door.

Outside the study, Fleur had been sitting sweetly on his wheelchair. The little girl looked beautiful and neat. "Bonjour, Papa," he said warmly and kindly.

"Tres bien, merci," replied Benjamin. "You look so beautiful" Benjamin lowered his body to the level of Fleur who was in a wheelchair.

"Did Papa forget? Today I'm going to start piano lessons" the copper-haired brunette reminded her father.

"Oh, yes. Is it today?" Benjamin knitted his brows. Benjamin's mind was still fixed on Autumn, so he seemed to have forgotten something else.

"Gosh, Papa. You're so fucked up and looking pathetic. Forgive me," Fleur put on a sad face filled with regret. He bowed while twisting the fingers he placed on his lap. There also looks a wallet with a size large enough sky blue.

The attitude of the little girl, of course, has made Benjamin's heart become filled. She quickly hugged the daughter of Samantha Morris. Not to forget, Benjamin kissed the little girl warmly. "Ask your grandmother to accompany you. Today I have to go to the office for a while" he said, standing up.

"Is Papa okay today?" tanya Fleur looked worried. He looked at the extremely chaotic Benjamin back then.

"I have to take a shower and change my clothes" said the gray-eyed man in a tone that sounded ordinary.

"alright. I'll wait here before Papa leaves for the office" Fleur replied. The little girl flashed a sweet smile, making Benjamin's heart feel so peaceful. The long-haired little princess came back. Benjamin stroked Fleur's head lovingly.

"I won't be long" he said slowly. After which, Benjamin passed towards his room to clean himself up.

While Fleur moved his wheelchair into his workroom. On the table, he saw a photo between himself and Benjamin. In the past, the thirty-five year old man had always looked calm and carefree, very different from the present when he was abandoned by Autumn. Fleur again moved his wheelchair closer to the window. The gray-eyed little girl pondered there for a while.

He saw leaves falling in the yard. Soon, autumn was replaced by winter. Snow will fill the city of Paris. The last time Fleur enjoyed winter in the fashion city was when he was seven years old. It was inconceivable that he would enjoy that season again there.

A smile appeared on the corner of Fleur's lips, making the little girl look even sweeter. Her legs may not be able to dance anymore, but now she can spend more time with her father. If it wasn't for the incident back then, maybe Benjamin wouldn't have taken him out of Marseille.

"What do you think, Fleur?" benjamin's heavy voice that had returned from his room, made Fleur wake up and immediately turn his head. The little girl smiled. He looked at his father carefully. Benjamin was wearing a sky-blue shirt with sleeves folded up to three-quarters, without the usual blazer.