Trapped With The Devil
Section 40
“Sorry for interrupting your time,” Mistress William glanced at Eros who was sitting upright next to Selena and folded her hands together. “Emilia says there's something she wants to tell you.”
Everyone turned their eyes towards Selena who suddenly stood up. “I have to go to the bathroom,” he said with a bland smile.
Eros stared at the woman's departure until her body was lost behind a curve. He knew that Selena didn't really want to go to the bathroom, that was just an excuse not to have this conversation.
Jemari Emilia linked restlessly while her head looked up to stare at Eros. “I want..apologize.”
“For?”
“Genesis in the tomb.”
Eros' shoulders lifted indifferently. “Forget. That all?” he said as if impatient. The affair with Selena is not finished but the two women know that they have just come to his house.
“Emilia will stay with Mom,” said Mrs William later. “Mothers hope, from now on you can keep your attitude to her—besides because she has been pregnant with Alex.” child
Eros nodded without a second thought, making Emilia slightly surprised by her attitude. It's hard to guess.
“As long as he doesn't trouble me,” he said as he glanced at Emilia without interest.
“You will also replace Alex in the director's seat.”
Eros wasn't too surprised. He already suspected that. The vacancy in the company cannot be left too long.
“I'll think.”
“There is no time to think,” said Mrs William quickly. “Tomorrow you will work directly there.”
Eros. His mother was quite strict this time. “Mother forgot that I am also developing my company?”
“You have Steve, don't you always count on that guy?” Mrs William's gaze softened. “For this time, mother beg you, Nak.” His hand stretched out to touch Eros' hand and held it gently. “Only you do I have now.”
Eros stared at the mother's tender hand that was above her own. It was warm, but it did not warm his heart. Although he has now become the only child of the woman, but Eros still can not forgive the wounds inflicted by his mother. Still needs time.
His heart is not that clean.
**
Selena looked at the car that Emilia and Lady William were riding in from behind the window of the room. While the three men were talking, he called Sam and apologized for the unfortunate incident the man had received.
Selena doesn't think. Why does Eros look so angry? And what the fuck is that? His? Hid. It's as if we were talking!
BRACKET!
Selena's aghast. He turned his head as soon as he found the door of his room open and Eros was walking towards him in impatient steps.
“What's up?” Selena stood up from the chair and looked at the man without interest.
“Our business is not finished,” says Eros staunchly. He glanced at the phone Selena was holding and grabbed it within seconds.
“Hei!” selena protest not accepted.
“From now on I will confiscate your phone again.”
Selena smiled lightly. “What the hell do you want?!”
“Mauku?” said Eros while advancing the pace. “You must be quiet and follow all my words.”
“Why should I?” Selena looked at those two eyes boldly.
“I told you you're mine, still unclear?”
“Iya, not yet!” selena half shouted. “You think I'll just shut up after you treat me as you please?” The woman laughed dryly. “Alex is dead, you can marry Emilia now—“
Selena looked at him with a flat look. “I mean, we better just get divorced,” he said almost emotionlessly.
Eros. The man painstakingly swallowed his saliva after his throat felt so dry. “What did you say?”
“Come we get divorced.”
Eros suddenly laughed.
Selena closed her eyes, trying to hold back the emotions that had re-filled her chest. Since becoming pregnant her mood has often changed and her mood cannot be controlled properly.
Then Eros stopped his laughter and changed his facial expression quickly. “Do not hope!” he said with a tone so cold. “In your stomach is my son. How could I just let you go?”
Selena slips. The guy knows?
“Of course I know,” said Eros as if to guess what Selena thought. Her delicate fingers touched Selena's flat stomach so the woman gasped a little. “Jaga my son is fine.”
“Your son?” Selena brushed the man's hand. “I containing it.”
Eros. “Well. Now you admit it? I thought you'd hate him like you hate me.”
Selena turned her face. Of course he still has a heart. No matter how much she hated Eros, the baby in her womb remained innocent.
“So,” Eros folds both hands on chest. “Why did you hide your pregnancy, hmm?”
Selena did not answer.
Eros clucked. “The waiters told me that you vomited a lot and of course they also saw a testpack in your bathroom.”
Yep. There's nothing Selena can hide from Eros. After all, the house and everything including the servants belonged to the man.
Selena sighed and sat on the edge of the bed while looking out the window. “As you said from the beginning, you just want to avenge your heartache on Emilia and your own sister. Now Alex is gone, then why am I still here?” There's a tired tone there. Tired of not understanding all the attitude Eros dragged him from the beginning. Now he's holding her as if she were a prisoner. “I know you still love her and I know Alex won't mind if you come back to her.”.
Eros took a slow breath. He walked towards the window while keeping both his hands in his pocket. “Maybe you were right,” he said later. “But it's a pity I'm not that stupid. Why should I go back to a woman who obviously doesn't love me?”
Selena looked. His forehead frowned when he saw Eros who looked a little grinning.
“It is precisely the right time to make it more devastated after the death of my Brother.”
Selena forgot, she once dubbed the man as devil—and indeed not without reason, right?
**
"Yes. So far there has been no development."
"I understand."
The man in black broke off the phone connection and turned to look at a man lying down with medical equipment stuck all over his body.
Suddenly the door opened and featured an oriental-faced nurse. "Can you come out for a second? I have to check on the patient."
The man nodded briefly, his steps sounding light as he left the room.
**
Eros stared at his reflection in the mirror. Her upper body was not covered by anything and her hair looked wet—dangled covering most of the eyes.
Repeatedly the man displayed a sad expression with a sad look, then changed into an expression of pity. The look in his eyes was fickle, but in the end the man only chuckled softly.
"It looks like my acting skills are getting better." The corner of the man's lips slowly widened. "It's very easy to fool those people." Then his gaze became cold. "Now everything is in my control."
