SON
1361 Words
The next morning was a bliss. For Raquel, it was, but for Eliot, it isn’t.
When she noticed the grim look plastered on his face, Raquel did not hesitate to ask, “Is everything’s alright?”
Unlike her, Eliot was already fully clothed compared to the bareness they share last night, and the thirst they both patched up with flames. But his face seems to be I grave, grievance worries that she was oblivious about.
Is it about last night? She don’t think so. When they did it, he doesn’t seems regretful, no remorse and lament that she could perceive as they make love to each other.
If it is love making, and not just some s*x he had been pursuit, because of his anger.
“It’s my father.” Eliot brushed his hair, already messing the tangle knots that lay sprouted on top of his head. “Maids called, he had been diagnosed last night, and they said he is in the ER.”
“Oh my god.” Worries flashed before her eyes. “Do you wanted to go to him? I can packed some things up, and let’s just grab some breakfast on the way.”
But the funny thing is, there’s nothing left to pack, but some clothes they purchased last night in Boracay.
The escape lead for them to elope. Eliot brought Raquel to bora, to one of his houses that remain discrete from the public eye. In this case, the media wouldn’t make a fuss, and her parents, especially her mother, who had set up the dinner wouldn’t know what she’s up to Grace supposed fiancé.
Fiancé, my a*s.
“No, we’re not going.” Eliot shook his head. “We’ll stay here until tomorrow, then I’ll send you home—”
“What?” Raquel frowns, but the disagreement on her face suggested her disapproval. “No, don’t you wanted to check on your father? For all we know, he could be in critical condition—”
“So what?” Eliot brushed off the matter.
How can he cares to somebody he hated to the core?
“You’re unbelievable, Eliot.” Raquel was in utter disbelief. “What if he dies?”
“Then, he dies.” His eyes are cold. “It isn’t as if I am the one who killed him.”
“Eliot!” Raquel gasped at what he said. “How could you?!”
“How could I?” Eliot moods totally changed. “You don’t know anything, Raquel. That doesn’t mean you had been forgiving and forgetting what your parents have done to you, that doesn’t mean I could do the same—”
“What my parents do…or did?” All of the emotions on her face fades. “How did you know…? Don’t tell me that you have run a background check about me, Eliot.”
“I just care about you—”
“I told you didn’t I?” Raquel glared at him. “I don’t need you to worry about me.”
“Then, what about last night? Are you just going to forget it again? Just like what you always do? Are you going to runaway again, Raquel?” Eliot’s eyes grew dark.
“Eliot….”
“I get it.” Eliot placed his hand inside his pockets. “Don’t worry, I won’t speak to anybody about it, but that doesn’t mean I am accepting the fact that I am to marry, Grace.”
“That’s fine. It’s your decision anyway.” She gulps the lump that was slowly forming inside her throat. “And for the record, I don’t care about it.”
Buy she cares. Raquel cares, but she is going to admit it, when it was Eliot’s turn to pushed her away?
When she turned her back, her voice breaks, her eyes watered, because of pain.
“And by the way, you don’t need to sent me home.” She firmly said. “I can go home alone all by myself.”
And that’s how they parted ways.
Had he been a jerk?
Guilt rippled through his chest as he watched Raquel’s silhouette disappearing inside a cab she hailed.
“Fuck.” He cursed.
It just that… his emotions just burst out all of a sudden, when Mika call, one of the servants entrusted by their family, more like his father. It wasn’t as if he cares about him, but he was enraged who cause him to be in aseptic attack.
It is Lauren, who confronted his father, mad at Eliot’s stubbornness against her will. As if he would let her be. Eliot wouldn’t marry Grace, knowing how much she had put Raquel through pain to suffer on the hands of David Smith. The other woman of her husband, a sister who struck Raquel and letting her see everything.
She was shameless. And Eliot doesn’t fancy her a bit.
His heart and his mind are all directed towards the younger Roswell, who run off again, because of how fool he is.
“Did you get everything that I have been asking for?” Lauren sips from her wine glass. Her eyes are directed towards the skyscraper that was facing the window of her office. She is not smiling, although she should—she is not satisfied even a bit that her husband managed to escape death again.
It doesn’t matter if he died. Lauren would still have fortune. Her name would remain feared, although many would propose, dare to be in pursuit of the widow Duke.
“Yes, ma’am.” Her secretary same with her was expressionless. “Everything was ready, and I have set master Conrad on the call. He’s all prepared, he is just waiting for you.”
“Conrad.” Lauren chuckled. “I never knew I’ll seek his help sooner than I expected to.”
“Do you need anything else, Ma’am?”
She waved her hand, “Just leave me be, and cancel all of my meeting for today, Luna.”
“As you wish, Ma’am.” Luna did not asked further question, but do as what she had been told to.
When she left, Lauren picked up the remote, and open the large flat screen that was placed in front of her desk, mailed to the wall, and there he is, she isn’t wrong either, when she said that he is already there.
“Conrad.” Lauren watched him closely.
He never change even a bit, and it was like she is staring solely to the male version of herself.
Conrad Alexander Duke. Her second son, the sole heir, and the only blood related Duke she have.
When she agreed to let Eliot enter there house, she was full of hatred, but grief, knowing exactly that she won’t be able to bear a child at her age. Alfred convinced her, but with some conditions that she set. However, fate seems to play a little tricks on her life. Towards an unexpected moment, she get impregnated. A son, but it did not become easy.
Sent away, because of his bipolar disorder that have almost harm Lauren. She paid million for his therapy. She gets the best doctors around the world, but she couldn’t at still now.
If her husband wouldn’t do something, then she will used her power to bring down Eliot’s name again to the mud.
“Mother.” Conrad mirrored her expression.
Curious, although behind those emerald orbs was the grudge he had been holding for so long.
Lauren may have bee his mother, but he hated her…. He believed that she throw him away in fear that he might do something that could ruin her image. A selfish mother, but he knew that her calls may means something.
“What do you want?” His jaw clenched.
His glare intensified. But Lauren was not oblivious to his ballistic nature.
“Only one thing, son.” The last word felt a stranger against her tongue. “I wanted you to…come home.”
In spite of the danger he might brought.
Conrad Alexander Duke, who were put in secrecy, hidden to the world.
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