IN NEED OF HIS LOVE

CHAPTER 4

Praise's gaze wandered around the spacious room, taking in the plush carpet, the elegant furniture, and the large window that let in a flood of soft, golden light. She couldn't help but smile as she thought about Tyson's mother, who had welcomed her into their home with such warmth and kindness.

As she sat on the bed, her mind began to drift back to her own mother. She remembered the way her mother had always been there for her and Mbuso, showering them with love and care. A pang of sadness threatened to overwhelm her, but she pushed it back, reminding herself that her mother was now at peace, watching over Mbuso in the afterlife.

Praise took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts. She knew that her own time on this earth was limited, and that one day she would be reunited with her mother and brother. The thought brought her a sense of comfort, and she felt a sense of peace settle over her.

As she lay back on the bed, she closed her eyes, letting the softness of the pillow envelop her. She felt a sense of gratitude towards Tyson and his mother, who had taken her in and shown her kindness during her darkest hour. And as she drifted off to sleep, she smiled, knowing that she was not alone, and that she would one day be reunited with her loved ones.

Tyson pulled into the parking lot of the Seethal firm, a sense of familiarity washing over him. He had grown up watching his father build this company from the ground up, and now, as the sole heir to the family business, he had taken over as the managing director.

As he stepped out of the car, he glanced at his watch, wincing slightly at the realization that he was 10 minutes late for his meeting with the finance manager. He quickly grabbed his briefcase and hurried towards the entrance, hoping to make up for lost time.

As he walked into the building, he was greeted by the familiar sight of the company's logo and the bustling activity of the employees. He nodded to a few of them as he made his way to the conference room, where the finance manager, Mrs. Patel, was already waiting for him.

"Sorry I'm late," Tyson apologized, extending a hand to Mrs. Patel. "Traffic was a nightmare."

Mrs. Patel smiled warmly and shook his hand. "No worries, Tyson. You're here now. Let's get down to business, shall we?"

As Tyson rushed out of the meeting with Mrs. Patel, the receptionist chased after him, calling out his name. "Mr. Seethal!"

Tyson stopped in his tracks and turned around, his brow furrowed in annoyance. "What is it?" he asked gruffly.

The receptionist swallowed hard before speaking. "You have a message, sir." She handed him an envelope, her eyes avoiding his.

Tyson's expression turned skeptical. "Isn't that Buhle's job?" he asked, his tone laced with irritation.

The receptionist nodded nervously. "Yes, sir, but she's not in today. I didn't know where she was, so I took it upon myself to give you the message."

Tyson's eyes narrowed. Buhle's unapproved absence was unacceptable. He took the envelope, his mind racing with thoughts of how he would address this issue.

As he walked away, he couldn't help but think that his friend had been right. Getting involved with an employee had been a mistake. Now, Buhle seemed to think she could do as she pleased, without consequence. Tyson's anger simmered just below the surface, and he couldn't wait to have a word with her.

As Tyson pulled out of the parking lot, he felt a sense of relief wash over him. He was glad to be leaving the office behind, even if it was only for the day. His mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Praise, and he couldn't wait to check in on her.

He navigated through the traffic, his thoughts drifting back to the events of the morning. He was still fuming about Buhle's unapproved absence, but he pushed the thought aside for now. Praise needed him, and he was determined to be there for her.

As he drove, Tyson felt a sense of purpose that he hadn't felt in a long time. Taking care of Praise was becoming a priority for him, and he was willing to do whatever it took to make sure she was okay. He smiled to himself, feeling a sense of anticipation as he looked forward to seeing her again.

Tyson's thoughts echoed with a sense of duty and responsibility as he drove towards Bellville. He couldn't quite put his finger on why, but he felt a strong sense of obligation to take care of Praise. Maybe it was the vulnerable look in her eyes, or the way she had broken down in his arms. Because right now it was not because he hit her with a car leading her to hospitalization. Whatever it was, Tyson knew that he had to be there for her, at least for now.