Trapped With The Devil
Section 52
“Go from home with a state of pregnancy.it is indeed a little risky. I hope you can take good care of your content.” Orlando was stunned as he said that sentence. Although he had thought, but still did not believe that Selena would have a child with Eros.
Selena smiled faintly, then bowed slowly. “Thank you for taking me to the clinic,” she said before turning around and opening the door.
But Orlando again intercepted the woman by holding her hand. “I'll be home tomorrow morning. I was thinking is it necessary to add another day to make sure that you will be okay?”
Selena looked at the hand gripping next to her arm with a confused look. Since when did they become familiar? Even Orlando didn't seem awkward to make physical contact with her.
Noticing the uncomfortable expression Selena was showing, Orlando quickly withdrew his hand. “M-sorry!” he said while regressing his steps. “I just...know a pregnant woman live alone, I—“
“You're a good man.” Selena smiled as she nodded. The man would be very charismatic when he was at his desk but while talking to him outside of work hours, Orlando suddenly turned into a man who was so warm.
It is very different with Eros.
“So...you'll be fine, right?”
Selena looks up. “You...can't ‘too good' on a woman.”.
“Hmm?”
Selena quickly nodded. “Go home. The doctor said I just need a break. So, don't worry about me.”
Worrying?
Both equally shaken.
Selena gave a dry laugh realizing her words were too exaggerated. “I mean you don't need—“
“You're not wrong,” between Orlando fast. “I'm worried about you.”
Selena stared at the floor under her feet and bit her lips softly. The woman whispered, “thank you..”
Orlando smiled slightly. “Do not hesitate so, just assume that we have become friends.”
Yep. Buddies.
Just a friend—for now.
Although Orlando admits that he wants to have a relationship that is more than just 'friends'. Selena is a very amazing person. A strong and independent woman. The type who would not complain despite his life being so bitter and harsh. And Orlando is no wonder if Eros chose to ‘tie' the woman.
Holding a woman is like grasping sand. The stronger you hold it, the more the sand will try to get out of your hand.
Orlando took a slow breath. “If there's a chance I'll come back again to see how you are.”
Selena nodded. Genuine smile. “One more time thank you. I've been troubling you a lot today.”
Orlando shook his head slowly. “No. I'm glad I could help you.”
“Good.” Selena touched Orlando's shoulder for the man to turn around. Slightly pushing the man's tall body— expelled him blatantly. “Come back to hotel and rest!”
Orlando chuckles. He saw Selena smiling at him before entering the house and closing the door. The man continued to smile until he entered the car. Before the vehicle drove, Orlando once again glanced at the mini malis house and touched Selena's hand on her shoulder.
It..feel warm—until it touches into his heart.
**
Upon returning from Japan, Orlando only realized that he had forgotten to ask for Selena's mobile number so that he could not reach the woman to ask her for news.
Along the way to the office, he couldn't stop thinking about Selena. Is a pregnant woman really that woman?
No. gabe. No. gabe.
Although Selena is no longer wearing her wedding ring, the woman has not officially parted ways with Eros.
Wait—what is he thinking?
Orlando sighed softly while turning his attention out the window, but he only realized that the car he was riding in suddenly stopped.
The driver looked over. “It...”
Orlando frowning. He saw several cars stopping in front of his car. Then people in black suits came out of the four-wheeled vehicle. Pretty much. And they're walking toward his car.
Orlando hurried to open the door and approached the men. “Who are you?”
The six people stood around him. Orlando frowned, but when one more figure appeared from inside the car—ia instantly understood.
Eros William walked haughtily while opening his sunglasses. His eagle bead was instantly fixed on Orlando who was also looking at him with a flat expression.
“How do you feel after returning from Japan, hmm?”
Orlando put both of his hands into his pockets and chuckled softly. “So you already know, yes.”.
“Don't underestimate me,” says Eros sharply. “Even if it's to the end of the world, I'll still find it.”
“One time possessive,” says Orlando with lazy gaze. “It's a shame I don't have time to serve you. So, can you step aside? I have an important meeting today.”
Orlando turned. Willing to return to the car but the people in black clothes were swiftly lifting firearms towards him.
“I'm not done talking.”
Orlando smiled faintly as he turned back to face Eros. “I know what you want, but I won't talk anything. You understand?”
“You who don't understand. I said I'm not done talking.” Eros tilted his head. “That means I don't need any explanation from you.”
“Ah!” Orlando snapped his finger. “You want to bully me, eh?”
“Bluffs?” Eros snatched one of the firearms from his man and—
A BANG!
“I no longer care who you are, if your hands dare to touch mine, it means your choice is only two; back off or I will not hesitate to shoot your head.”
“Mine?” asked Orlando with a small glance. “Why do you still call him yours while he goes on his own free will?”
“What?” Eros smiled wryly. “How dare you—“
The truck!
Eros sculpting. He felt the tip of the object touch the back of his head.
Seven against ten.
Orlando smiled with satisfaction. His man came at the right time and now his situation has turned around. He excels.
“Have been, yes.” Orlando turned around and shook. “Later I can be late, bye!” Before entering the car, his steps stopped. He turned towards Eros with a serious expression. “Rather than claiming Selena as yours you better learn to understand your own feelings and of course—other people.”
**
Suddenly it rained that day. Selena has just returned from the clinic after an examination of her enlarged uterus. The woman looked comfortable in a floral dress reaching the ankles and a brown knit cardigan.
Water welled up along the way, soaking up the scattered petals and leaves. Luckily the rain wasn't too big, so Selena didn't have to bother lifting her dress.
But Selena felt something was strange. The woman halted her steps, then hesitantly glanced behind her body.
There was a figure of a man who also stopped a step not far from where he stood, but Selena could not see his face because it was blocked by the black umbrella belonging to the man.
Trying to be indifferent, Selena resumed her steps. But shortly after that suddenly someone pulled his shoulder so that the umbrella he was holding fell onto the asphalt.
“I got you.”
Selena sculpting.
The sharp gaze of the man emerged from behind the black umbrella that covered him.
