Chapter Three
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"what is going on behind those eyes Nessa" Dr Gideon asked curiously and in the most soothing tone.
Nessa eyes were heavy from tears, she tweaked and bit her lips.
She is fighting to let words out of her mouth.
Dr Gideon only sat watching her, and waiting patiently for her to hold up her emotions.
"I am sorry" she sniffed.
"It's okay. You don't have to apologize" He said her softly.
Dr Gideon is the son of the billionaire business man, a very handsome man, with an attractive physique. His lips were firm, with his masculine full neck and his eye lashes were beautiful long.
Dr Gideon has been her therapist for some time now.
Everything started when Cedric ran away, Nessa almost went crazy. The therapy session with Dr Gideon has been the only thing keeping her sane.
Nessa had to quit her job at military, then went back to her specialty as a lab scientist in a hospital.
"He came back" Nessa said.
"who?" Dr Gideon asked.
Streams of tears had run down her cheeks and now clustering on her lips. She smacked it off and replied
"him. I saw him. He came" Nessa said in a cold tone.
Dr Gideon stood and placed his hands in the pocket of his trousers
"why are you then crying".
Nessa scowled, threw a stern look at him.
"No I am seriously asking" Dr Gideon said.
Nessa shrugged and replied softly
"I hate him".
Dr Gideon grinned, looked into her eyes and said soothingly.
"You don't hate him Nessa, you were only worried. All you feel maybe hate, but certainly not for him". Nessa withdrew her gaze.
He then came closer and sat next to her.
"This is the time you fight".
Nessa was her special patient. She was the only one he allows to visit her outside their schedule. Even sometimes, she would call him on phone just to cry in his ears.
"That bastard. So after two years" Agnes said bitterly.
Cedric really dealt with her elder sister. She knew Nessa loved him dear. She watched her sister break down and changed completely.
"Are you sure it's him. I mean you fainted and probably hit your heard. It might not be him you saw" Agnes tried to convince her.
Nessa squinted towards her. She gulped in a good amount of whiskey from the glass of wine Agnes offerd her. She frowned at the roughness of the whiskey running down her throat
"I get it" Agnes sniffed.
Some part of Nessa still doubt it was Cedric she saw. But she was certain about his voice.
"why is he here?" Agnes asked.
Nessa doesn't know the answer either.
"He looked weary and his eyes. His eyes. I can tell he has been suffering". Nessa said faintingly.
Agnes snapped
"Well he deserved it"
Nessa squinted towards her again, then looked away.
She thought about him. Cedric was looking lean and sick. She sipped another glass.
Dr Gideon was right. She doesn't hate him. She is only worried about him.
Nessa gulped the last drop and dropped the glass on a stool and leaned on couch for comfort.
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