The Billionaire's Daughter

CHAPTER 7

His hands and eyes are still focused on the draft design paper for the project he is working on. It's just that this time his mind is quite disturbed by the gaze of the man sitting on the couch.

"Hmmmm..." he murmured meaningfully as he raised his face to look at the man. Andrew raised next to his eyebrows staring at Sarah who glanced at him meaningfully.

"You're not working?" asked Sarah as she folded her arms across her chest. He sighed his chin repeatedly demanding answers from Andrew who sighed long before standing up to Sarah. He sat in a chair, supporting his stern jaw with his hands resting on the table.

"This is working," a cheeky smile rises on his thin lips.

"What work? You just look at me," grumbled Sarah upset that Andrew was bothering her.

"Indeed! I'm working to get your heart out. And melt..." before the vibrations in his pants pocket interrupt.

"Huh, I'm not. It's annoying," he complained while picking up a mobile phone from inside his pocket. He stared at the phone screen for a moment before answering the call.

"Yes, McCraven is talking." Andrew leaves Sarah towards a glass wall filled with frost from the snow. His eyes stared blankly with his left hand as if busy reaching into something in his pants pocket. Until finally heard the sound of scolding that surprised Sarah.

"Fuck...!!!" her voice is full of rage, much to Sarah's amazement and putting down her pen.

Why else would he? Sarah simply shook in wonder and looked at Andrew whose jaw hardened as it held back emotions. I don't know who's calling, until it's able to make the cold guy explode. Because it's not usually Andrew losing control like he is now.

"How dare he show up," Andrew's voice still sounds rude and angry, making Sarah feel uncomfortable and approaching Andrew. Caress the man's sturdy back gently, because he knows that's all that can calm his best friend at times like this. The pelak course of Sarah's treatment made her look away even if it was only briefly to look at her. He grasps Sarah's possessive hand, as fear of loss envelops her day and mind.

Sarah begins to feel Andrew's emotions muffled and he guides the man's body to sit on the couch. Just flexing Andrew's tense muscles during the emotion.

"I'll call you back," he immediately severs before rests his head on Sarah's shoulder.

It's still fresh in her memory how she had to strengthen sarah who was very fragile. When he met the pskiater at Philips Jacob Hospital this afternoon, he was the one who always be Sarah strengthened. 

***

"You can do it, honey. Trust me!" Andrew grabbed Sarah's hand as she got out of the car, walking down the hospital corridor. All she has in mind right now is how to get her girl healed from a wound she doesn't even understand. Sarah has trauma and some of her memories are lost even some stories about her. And since then all of Sarah's attitudes and personalities seem to have changed. Vanished without a trace. Previously she was a sweet and cheerful girl, she was also very easy to get along with anyone. But after the accident, he actually became someone else.

Cold.

That's what people are judging by Sarah Dimitrova-Jacob right now. Only with his family and friends does he behave normally, although sometimes a little annoying.

"I cry more often for no reason when it starts to fall, Doc?" sarah's voice sighs and worries about her unstable feelings.

Maybe I'm going crazy. His mind was uncontrollable, until he realized Andrew had been sitting by his side caressing his back gently to provide calm.

"How long have you felt it?" asked Dr Darla, the hooker who handled it with a attentive stare. Sarah looked at him in doubt, to be honest he just didn't know what to say.

"It's okay, tell me. So, what can I do for you, Miss Sarah?" Doctor Darla tries to convince Sarah that everything will be okay.

"About four years ago," says Sarah quietly as she ducks down at her restlessly swaying legs. His head was raised and immediately turned when a voice broke the silence of Doctor Darla's prakter room, and he knew very well who the owner of the voice was.

"Uncle Paul," Sarah immediately rose from her seat and burst into Doctor Paul's arms. yes, she's the eldest sister of Sarah's father. During his coma and recovery at Philips Jacob's Medical Center, Paul treated him.

"How's my nephew? Are you in better shape?" he kissed Sarah's forehead before taking off her niece's arms.

"As you can see, I'm not okay," Sarah limps down before embracing Andrew, taking him back to sit on the recliner available in the doctor's room.

"How's it going? Is it in good shape?" asked Paul, putting both hands in his pocket.

"Miss's not in good shape, sir," Darla stares into Paul's visibly anxious eyes at his nephew's condition.

"How bad?" his voice sounded full of worry. Sarah stared only at her uncle who has now stood by her side, without removing Andrew's arms on his fragile back.

"Sarah complains of crying a lot when it snows for no apparent reason," Darla reads in scribbles that Sarah and Andrew don't understand. Because his hands have been busy writing while listening to Sarah tell stories.

"That bad, isn't it?" Paul starts frowning.

"Yes, I do. Looks like this has something to do with the accident. Because everything went on for over 4 years," he explained flatly before being surprised to find Andrew's face had turned red. Paul also feels that Andrew knows something.

"Andrew...." Paul calls Andrew very subtly, because he knows what causes the man's facial changes.

Andrew took a deep breath before finally speaking. Clenched his left hand above his thigh, holding back the anger that was ready to explode.

"Sarah was crashing in Scotland when it started snowing and her car got out of control due to a slippery snowy road," Andrew's voice is heard to be very loud and heavy. Sarah just fell silent and looked at the man next to her with a question. Is the guy okay? Because he knew Andrew didn't want to remember the terrible events that had happened to him. Sarah knows very well how Andrew's attitude and attention are so much to her.

"Now it doesn't matter, Drew," Sarah caresses Andrew's tender arm which has been holding back emotions.

"It all started with one incident and it might have been a trauma for Sarah. It's like there's some part of memory that's missing, even worse, it's causing these kinds of things," Darla concluded, ending the tension felt in her practice room.

***

Andrew wakes up from his long daydream when Sarah has put her head right on her chest. He fondled the girl's blonde hair gently, although there was something she felt was quite strange.

Strange.

That's how he feels now, how not? If Sarah's hand accidentally touches the mound behind Andrew's jeans. Make him sigh long to control himself. Because she realizes that Sarah is still traumatized and hasn't loved her yet.

"Calm down, Drew."

This time Sarah looked up at Andrew's cheeky eyes, he did not realize that the man who was hugging him was holding the heat because of his actions. Sarah raised her face parallel to Andrew's face. staring at him clinging until their gaze meets, and without aling-aling he kisses Andrew's lips.

Shock!

Andrew's eyes flicked to see what he had just experienced. Until he realized it was just a kiss of friendship from Sarah to calm him down. Without expecting more than Sarah's kiss, she immediately changed position to put her head on Sarah's lap. Letting the girl caress her brunette hair.

'You don't have to worry, I'm fine. It's going to heal soon," sarah said, breaking the silence that had taken place.

"I know you're not good, honey," he fraught with concern at Sarah's predated state.

"I'm good," his voice sounds very calm, though it's not actually.

***

His legs stepped so heavily lacklustre, so different from his usual. He saw the name tag displayed in front of a room at Philips Jacob's Medical Center. 

Doctor Paul Jacob

David took a deep breath before knocking on Paul's practice room door. James just stood waiting at the side of the door, not wanting to hear a private conversation between the two. 

"Dave. Please sit down," Paul greets David graciously and allows him to sit down. Not a word came out of his lips, until finally it was Paul's voice that broke their silence.

"Sarah was here," he said casually while staring at David who seemed flushed with emotion, recalling the romance that was presented before his eyes. 

"With Andrew," his voice sounded flat.

"How do you know, Dave?" asked Paul curiously when he heard David say Andrew's name. He looked David in the eye and seemed to be holding back the anger.

Aah... He saw them apparently. Paul's heartbreaking before David finally opens the conversation. 

"What do you want to say?" is david's voice slightly tense. The tension wasn't over when Paul opened his mouth starting to talk. Asked him something he never imagined and understood.

"So exactly what did you do to Sarah before the accident?" asked Paul seriously. Staring intently at David who was surprised by the eye-turning. He really doesn't understand the direction of this conversation. Because he never made any mistakes. 

"Nothing. That day we were fine, and even Sarah contacted me," David seemed distressed at the thought of a question being asked of Sarah's uncle.

"Something's wrong, Uncle?" he continued.

"He forgot all about you, and there must be something wrong with that," Paul rose from his seat picking up a file in a white folder. 

SARAH DIMITROVA-JACOB

Sarah's name is on the patient folder held by Paul. He began to open the map and searched the medical recap under the name Doctor Darla Spencer. David's eyes are getting flipped looking at the paper with the name Sarah and a hooker.

"Sarah had a psychic breakdown, caused by trauma before and after the accident," Paul said quietly, keeping up with david who seemed upset. What exactly is it? That question kept spinning in his mind.

"I don't know, because he forgot me," his voice sounded weak and subdued, noting the fact that there was nothing of him in his beloved girl's memory. trauma? What trauma he has given Sarah.

'He just doesn't remember anything about you, Dave. Doctor Darla said that the cause of the trauma could have been you. His subconscious doesn't want that memory to come back," Paul explains of what information he received from Darla. 

"What did I do wrong to him?" David ruffles his blonde hair out of frustration, even he is heard moaning angrily.

"I'm not accusing you, Dave. I'm here talking as Uncle and the doctor who's been treating him all along," Paul still sounds very calm, because the middle-aged man is the quietest of Jacob's three brothers. That's why Sarah and Halsey are so close to her. 

"I understand, Uncle. And is sarah now dating Andrew?" her eyes were hopeful to hear Paul say that nothing had happened between the two men.

"Nothing," he replied flatly while reordering his nephew's medical records.

"Calm your mind, and please reflect if you may ever be guilty," paul said as David was about to leave his practice room.

"Now I have to go, Uncle. I'll think about that later. Thank you," David nudged James' arm which was still standing on the side of the door.

"Where are we going?" james' face asked when he found his best friend out in a pale state. 

"Office." David passes past James who still stares at him confused. Afterwards they drove the car out of hospital to Schneider's Building in North London. Paul's words about Sarah's psychic state revolve around her mind.

What am I doing? Why was Sarah traumatized and forgotten about me? What exactly happened before the accident? Aaarrrggghhhh... It would be crazy for me to keep going like this. David scratches his head which doesn't itch, making James squint at his best friend who looks bad.