FORCED TO LOVE THE SICK BILLONAIRE

CHAPTER 8.

AVA'S POV.

For two weeks, Noah Edwards was back to being a ghost. I didn't catch sight of him, not even a glance, and I was scared of checking up on him because that would mean trespassing unto his own side of the house.

Mr Edwards and even Noah himself have already warned me about stepping on his territory without his permission, and honestly, I didn't really care about it before, but I do now that I know what he was feeling.

I wanted to have a decent conversation with him, especially now that I saw that he wasn't a complete prick. Maybe I can be able to convince him not to feel too bad about his situation.

After struggling with myself over it, I finally decided to take the risk and go check up on him.

His room was on the other side of the house as I said before, farther away from mine than I thought. It was like stepping into a whole different world.

I was honestly a bit scared as I walked down the cold lonely corridor. All the windows were covered with black curtains. All the lights were off and I had to turn on the flash light on my phone to be able to see.

The place was extremely silent. I could even hear the sound of my sneakers against the tiled floor even as I tip toe.

I felt like I was in a horror movie, and my heart won't stop pounding.

Down the corridor, I noticed a door was opened. Against my instincts, I approached the door.

The room was just like the corridor, dark, cold and gloomy. The windows were covered and the lights were off. But with my flash light, I could tell that this place was a paint studio. There was a lot of canvas around that were covered with some white linen.

There were a few hanging on the walls similar to those in the corridor at my own side of the house. They were mostly birds, I have no idea why.

One particular painting caught my eyes. It was a painting of an amusement park. A familiar one at that.

It was Kingston most famous park located in the middle of town. My father always takes me there on Fridays when I was a kid. That was until that tragedy happened.

The small scar on my wrist itched at the remindar of that day, and I unconsciously rubbed my wrist in discomfort. It wasn't a very traumatic experience for me, but it always made me shiver when I think about it.

The light suddenly came on, startling me out of my mind. I jumped in fear at the suddeness of it.

"What are you doing here?" A cold voice asked, startling me once again.

My head whipped towards the direction of the voice, and I heaved a sigh when I saw Noah standing by the door. His hand was still close to the switch on the wall and he was glaring at me.

"You sure love scaring me," I said, recovering from my surprise.

He crossed his arms, and only then did I realize what he was wearing. A white tank top and sweatpants. The lean muscles on his arms look mouth watering.

I shook my head at my thought. What am I even thinking?

"Why are you in my space?" He questioned in a cold voice. His intense eyes were making my heart race faster.

For a moment, I was lost for words just staring at him, but I was quick to regain my senses.

"Um, nothing exactly. I was just looking for you." I rubbed my hand to my neck feeling flustered.

He raised a brow at me. "Why would you be looking for me? We have no business with each other, apart from us living in the same house."

I gulped down my nerves. "After our argument yesterday, I got quite worried about you, and I had to..."

"I told you before, I don't need your pity!" He snapped in annoyance. "All those words I said, forget it. They weren't meant for the likes of you to hear."

I sighed tiredly. It seems like this guy is going to be quite difficult about this. "Listen, I just want to help."

"I don't need your help!!" He snapped, "I never asked nor wanted you to come into my life, so stay out of it!!"

"I just..."

"GET OUT!!" He screamed, pointing an index finger towards the door. "NOW!!" He yelled again when he saw that I made no attempt to leave.

Quickly, I raced out of his paint studio and back to the dark corridor. I wasn't that much annoyed that he was being a prick anymore. I understood the reason for his hate and frustration, and I've decided to help him.

****

I wanted to get close to Noah, but it seems almost impossible. His hate for me was severe and he doesn't want me anywhere close to him.

Yes I am aware that he is a dying man, and I do pity him, but more than that I have grown to understand him. I understood what he has been feeling all these years.

If only he would just let me in. I would make him understand that the hatred in his heart would only cause him more pain.

I had this sudden urge to relieve him of the pain.

Not knowing how to go about it, I decided to go see my new cowboy friends for advice. They were always seated at their resting place under the small shade I first met them, and so it was easy to find them.

"Hey guys," I greeted them cheerfully, taking a seat beside Greg on the bench. His actually the youngest among the three and most friendly. I've grown quite fond of him in such short time.

"Sup princess," Romeo grinned at me. It was quite obvious that he was trying to flirt.

I rolled my eyes, "you know sir Romeo, you are old enough to be my Dad. I don't think it is right for you to try to flirt with me."

"Moreover he's married." Sam added galring at Romeo in disapproval.

Mr Romeo didn't seem to get the hint. "She's married too remember? I'm not complaining, so I don't think she should too."

I decided to just ignore him and go straight to the reason I came here. "So guys, I need your advice."

"On what?" Greg asked.

"I saw a painting of an amusement park when I went into Noah's studio."

"He let you into his studio?" Sam asked in shock, and the others mirrored his expression.

I was a bit confused at their reaction, but I answered anyway "he didn't let me in per say. I stmbled upon it coincidentally."

Their expressions relaxed, and they nodded in understanding. "That's a better explanation, because the young master never lets anyone into his paint studio." Sam explained.

"So what were you saying about the painting of an amusement park?" Greg asked, brushing off the topic.

"Well I saw a painting of an amusement park and got curious. Is it special to him or something?"

The men gave each other strange looks before Greg answered, "it's no secret that the young master has always been fascinated by it. He had always wanted to go there when he was a kid, but his parent refused to let him."

I frowned in disapproval, "why would they stop him?"

"One of the reasons is that, he's sick." Sam answered sadly.

That made me a bit angry. Sick or not, the poor man is entitled to his own freedom. He's sick not a prisoner.

Now I really understood what he meant when he said his parent never let him live. They never really treated him like a living person. They locked him up all his life, probably too scared to lose him, but that is just wrong!

Now is the time he should be allowed to do what he wants. His life is too short!

"I am going to take him to that park," I blurted and they all stared at me in surprise.

"It's not that he's not allowed to go Ava. It's just that he must always be with his bodyguards. He has been kidn*pped once, and his parent are just being careful," Greg informed.

"But the young master hates being followed around, that's why he doesn't bother going out at all," Sam added.

I shrugged uncaring, "then I just have to make sure the bodyguards won't follow us around."

They all stared warily at me, "are you sure that is a good idea?"

I smirked at them, "trust me Greg I'm good at this. I just have to find a way to make him come with me."

"He usually goes grocery shopping every month end, and the month is ending in five days. You can use that opportunity to go out with him," Greg suggested. His tone suggested that he was in full approval, and the others glance at him cautiously.

"Perfect!" I agreed, "I think that might work." The others still looked unsure, and I shot them an assuring smile, "don't worry guys, I think this is what I need to get through to him."

Maybe if I'm lucky, I can be able to at least win his friendship, and then I can have more hope of making him fall in love with me, so that my plan with James can work out.