Trapped With The Devil

Section 45

“Yo!”

Steve let out a sigh of relief when he saw Eros who had just entered the room with a flat face. Since Eros was appointed director to replace Alex, this is the first time the man has returned to visit the company he has painstakingly built.

“Finally you're here too.” The man got up from the chair and hugged Eros for a moment. “Hmm? Why your hand?”

Eros whimpered and sat on the black sofa that became his favorite in the room. “Nothing.”

Steve followed and sat across the sofa occupied by Eros. His gaze probed. “What does this have to do with Selena?” guess the guy.

Eros only glanced at him for a moment, then turned his face away without saying anything more.

Steve smiled askew—originally—lleked softly. “I really can't guess the contents of your head.”

Eros got up from the chair and walked to the end of the room to pick up a bottle of wine and then poured it on a tall glass.

The smile on Steve's lips disappeared as he again asked, “are you starting to fall in love with him?”

Eros sipped his wine for a moment. Long enough the man fell silent before replying, “love? I don't know..”.

“You do not deny.” Steve tries to glance at Eros from the tail of his eye even though it doesn't work unless he turns the body around. Eros is a strict and unrelenting person. But the answer was as if to illustrate that the man was beginning to waver. Starting to be unsure of himself.

Eros took a slow breath. “There is a problem in the company?”

“Now you switch the conversation, eh?”

Eros kept his glass and glanced at Steve's back while folding both hands across his chest. “It's you who's weird. Since when did you become like Leo?”

Steve took a breath, then got up from the chair and turned around. “Sometimes I feel that I know you very well, but after I think about it again, it turns out I know nothing about you.” His feet took one step forward. “Did I misjudge you all this time?”

Eros did not answer. Just stared at Steve expressionlessly.

“I care about you,” said Steve sincerely. The man turned his face to look at the sky and the clouds that were moving around him. “If you can't do it anymore, let it go. Letting go of all grudges is like taking off a thorn that sticks at your feet. It hurts, but that's how it heals.” Steve smiled a little. “There's nothing you need to prove because the world won't care. You just have to be yourself. Never say ‘no' if your heart does say ‘iya’.”

Eros grunts quietly. Ignoring Steve's words the man walked towards the exit. But Steve again interrupted, making Eros have to hold his step on the doorstep.

“You've fallen on him, Eros,” said Steve seriously. “Trust me, you just don't want to admit it don't you?”

Trapped in the game itself is terrible.

BRACKET!

The door closed hard— left Steve who could only wipe his face with a sigh.

It seemed like he was talking too much, but strangely he had no regrets after saying all that to Eros.

Yep. Everything must end immediately before there are any more victims.

**

“Mrs Selena is pregnant.”

That's what Arthur said when Lady William just returned from the tomb of Alex and her husband.

His head was suddenly dizzy and his body was so limp that the servants swiftly took him to the room. While Emilia was visiting her biological mother's house to stay for a few days.

Mrs William doesn't know what to do. One in a million, why Selena?

Did God purposely present the woman in the middle of her life to teach her a lesson, again? She is now pregnant with Eros's child. The child who contains his blood. His descendants.

Massaging her temple, Lady William said to Arthur, who was standing by her bedside. “Make sure that the evidence about the accident has been destroyed.” He swallowed. The beginning or the end, everything will be broken. “Stay Watch Eros and Selena.”

Arthur nodded slowly. “I understand.”

“Good, Mistress.” Arthur bowed briefly before retreating and locked the door tightly.

“Ugh!” Lady William held onto her chest that felt tight. With trembling hands he grabbed the sedative located on the nightstand. His head became more and more painful and heavy.

“How is this? I don't think I can anymore.” Mistress William sobbed while staring at the dozens of pills in her hands. Some had fallen and scattered under the bed. “I am a useless human being!” he said desperately while beating his chest repeatedly. Hope that the tightness and pain are gone. But in fact the tightness became more and more, with trembling hands he put the pills into his mouth.

“Im sorry mom..sorry mom..”.

**

Upon returning to his office, Eros finds Orlando Cloe sitting in his chair with a smile that almost makes his eyes disappear.

Eros sighed while glancing at the man with a lazy look. “What's up?”

His smile was still expanding as the man said, “who are you really?”

Eros. “If just want to brag, better immediately return to your office.” The man removed Orlando from his seat. Re-claiming his seat. His.

Orlando's expression turned serious, but his gesture remained relaxed by putting both of his hands into his pants pocket. “You..” He gives pause. “...terrible.”

“I don't have time to deal with all your nonsense, Cloe,” Eros warns. He is a man with limited patience—no—ia has no sense of patience at all.

“You know you shouldn't be sitting in that chair.”

Eros's gaze grew sharper.

“How many lies have you created in front of so many people, Eros?”

Andreas glanced at the door that opened a little while he brought some files that needed to be signed. Intending to enter but faintly heard the voice of Eros telling someone—who was not who—because he just returned after lunch break.

“What are you talking about exactly?” tanya Eros growled.

Eavesdropping was not his custom, so Andreas chose to leave the place and closed the door without a sound. But—

“Is Alex really dead?”

Andreas. His hand held the doorknob tightly, gone was his intention to leave the place.

“Say that this has nothing to do with you, Eros.”

**

“The situation is very critical.”

Eros stared at some of the nurses who were handling Alex in the operating room from behind the window.

“Possibly he's alive, very small once.”

“How could you possibly say that as if you were God?” said Eros sharp.

The doctor lowered his head. “Some of Mr. Alex's body was destroyed and—“

“I heard treatment in Singapore is the best.”

“Ya?” The doctor raised his head again with a confused look.

“Send Alex to Singapore and make his death warrant. Make sure no one knows about this.”

“But Tuan—“ the doctor's remark came to a halt when Eros cornered the man against the wall and clutched the collar of his shirt.

“Do it if you don't want your head to be destroyed right now.”