The Billionaire Is Secretly Obsessed with Me

CHAPTER SIX: THE FEELINGS

A few days have passed now and both Mr. Bright and Miss Light are still lying in the hospital bed unconsciously. On the next, the doctor went to the ward where both of them were lying down. Mr. Douglas and his wife were still looking visibly worried. After administering the injection to them, like twenty minutes later, miraculously Mr.

Bright slowly moved his fingers and then opened his eyes but still breathed lightly. On seeing this, Mr Douglas and his wife screamed out in joy. And hugged his wife. And said to the doctor "I know you don't like hugs but I need one" In open arms he hugged the doctor joyfully and then pulled each other away. Mr Bright, who was lying face up,

now turned his face to the other side of his left-hand side and saw Miss Light still lying unconscious and he muttered an inaudible word, pointing his finger towards her.

The doctor immediately interjected, informing him that she would soon regain

consciousness and that there were few complications during the surgical procedure on

her part. He then looked at her face and thought how could she be kind-hearted and save his life after everything he did to her. Just in the middle of this, her mum walked in with Grace,

without uttering a word, walked past Mr Douglas Darvis, held her daughter's hand softly, and reiterated how she had warned her not to jeopardize her life on this. As she utters a single word, streams of tears flow down her cheeks as she continues to pour her mind out. It was at this point, with her eyes closed, in a low tone, she called out to her mum.

"Mum" and also slowly opened her eyes. Her mum was so

overwhelmed with joy she hugged virtually everyone in the ward including the doctor. She slowly turned her face and looked around, the first question that popped out from her mouth was where is my dad? How is he doing? Her mum groaned in pain and walked closer to her bed and sat at the edge of the bed, held her right hand and lightly tapped it, at this time her eyes were already well -up with tears.

"Am sorry my dear, your dad couldn't make it" On hearing this, she wailed. The day she lost her dad, so did she lose part of herself. She was inconsolable as her father passed away. Literally, she became a shadow of herself as she continued to shed tears uncontrollably in her bed for days to the hearing of Mr. Bright and his parents.

After a few days, the doctor informed Mr. Bright that he was now medically fit to be discharged from the hospital. Although he felt happy, he was still reluctant to leave her behind as he insisted that he didn't want to be discharged yet but his dad and mum persuaded him that it was time to go home as everyone had missed him so much at home. On the day he was to leave for home, he stood up from

his bed where he was already sitting upright and walked up to her bed, in the glaring of everyone present held her hands, he sat at the edge of her bed, looked into her eyes, and in a romantic tone, and said "Thank you for saving my life! Am forever indebted to you” I will come back to check on you, ok? She nodded slowly and looked away. The atmosphere was filled with powerful emotion. He walked

past his parents pushed the exit door wide open and left. His parents also quickly walked behind him to the family’s limousine already parked outside waiting for them. When he got to the car, he leaned himself down, opened the door, and got in. As he sat down in the back seat, the driver greeted him, sir, am glad to see you again. He snubbed him and brushed through his curled hair with his hands falling on his forehead.

Immediately, his parents hopped in and the driver also greeted them but Mr. Douglas only sighed. and signaled to the driver to move the car. There was a dead silence in the car throughout their movement home. When they arrived home, he got out of the car and walked straight to the house. his father and his mum glanced at each other's faces

thoughtfully, on getting into the living room, a large crowd of people both family and friends, the office employees, and people he had not seen before were all present, and yet one could easily feel the wealth in the room and were already in the living room awaiting his arrival to welcome him home on house party.

Everywhere was lit up with fairy lights strung against every wall from floor to ceiling, canopies of fabrics hanging from the rafters, and decorated with flowers. As soon as he stepped into the place everyone stood up and with cheerful smiles and glasses of wine, chorused him "You are welcome back Mr. Bright!".

He was startled for a while, and stood still with his two hands tucked in his pants without a word, he slowly walked through the crowd to the staircase leading to his room, upstairs. When he got close to the staircase, he brought out his right hand, held the staircase rail, and rolled his eyes to glance at the crowd.

Just then there was little whispering and murmuring among the crowd. These were people of high caliber, business associates of his father's company both locally and internationally. His father on seeing what transpired immediately took the microphone and said, "Thank you everyone for coming. First of all, I

intend to apologize for my son's attitude, as you all know he has been medically down for a while and still recovering from it, and I take full responsibility for that. Once again, I apologize on his behalf. Thank you all". As he finished saying this, a few people could be seen nodding in acceptance. While others kept speaking in an inaudible voice. He quickly ascended the staircase to Bright's room. On

arriving at his room door, with an intense look, he couldn't even knock on the door but forcefully pushed it open and stepped into the room. Mr. Bright, who was seated leaning his back on a sofa chair in his room with a half glass of whiskey in his left hand while placing the other of his right hand on the armrest of the chair. On seeing this, his father who came to express his displeasure

at how he snubbed the people who came to celebrate his homecoming, loudly screamed at the top of his voice, “what the hell do you think you are doing? You are not supposed to be taking any hot wine or alcohol. Are you insane? For Christ's sake, you are not medically fit to be taken this!” He was still saying this when Mr. Bright took another sip of the wine again. Swiftly, he walked up to him where he

was seated and snatched both bottles of wine placed on the center table and the glass of wine on his left hand without any resistance from Mr. Bright. Just then, his mum walked into his room, he and his father looked up and saw it was his mum. He immediately looked away. “What's going on here?” asked his mom, your son is attempting suicide by taking alcohol, showing it to her pointedly. On hearing

this, his mom came closer to him and sat down, stretched out her hand, and held his hand. In the middle of this, his father angrily walked out of his room with the bottle and the glass of wine and slammed the door behind him very hard. He still looked away to avoid eye contact with hers. “Son, what is bordering you so much that took away one of your joyous moments of a lifetime event? Today

is supposed to be a day of celebration of your homecoming!” Said his Mum. Come on, you can confide in me, son! Mom, how can I be celebrating when the only person in this world who gave me a second chance at life is still lying helplessly in the hospital, I can't be happy! replied Mr. Bright, Just then his mother fiercely stood up and angrily asked him “what the hell are you talking about?!” The girl and

her family had been handsomely paid off. it was unfortunate that her dad couldn't make it. And that is not your fault either. Whatever we had with them was purely a contractual relationship. As his mom said this, he equally stood up from the sofa and with a stern face, flexed his fingers, took and wore his gold wristwatch placed on the center table, without uttering a word again, and walked out on her

from the room. Even as she repeatedly asked him to come back here, he just didn't reply. When he got downstairs, at this time very few prominent people were still around with his father, discussing business transactions with each other having a glass of wine in their hands. He coldly walked past through

the crowd without uttering a single word even as some girls were making little wild flirtations towards him. He walked up to the front door before he could push the door open, the doorman, standing just there, had already pulled it open for him. He then walked to the car garage, pressed the Lamborghini Aventador car key in his hand and the door automatically opened, he hopped in, he started the engine, and zoomed off.