Substitute Bride For The Bully Billionaire

Chapter 9

AMORA'S POV

His arms around me felt really weird, I could only see his sharp jawline. He steadied me in his thick arms and started walking out of the room.

When we got to the floor below this, people started looking at us. I saw some flashes go off too which meant some people were even taking pictures.

I found myself burying my head in his chest, his masculine scent entering my nose immediately.

I had no other choice but to just stay there, this is better than looking into the eyes of everyone around us.

He took an exit different from the one every other person was taking. I looked around in half fright and wondered, is he going to finish what he started before I landed here?

“The paparazzi’s are outside, I have to take this other exit that leads to the underground parking lot where my car is parked now.” He explained, he must have seen the confused look on my face.

Still in his arms, he got to the parking lot and dropped me inside the car before turning around to get into the driver's seat.

“Can you buckle your seatbelt yourself?"

I strapped the seatbelt across my chest, clicking it in place and he started the engine.

The car only brought out a quiet purr as it glided out of the parking lot. The windows were deeply tinted that there's no way anyone would see anything inside.

I saw the paparazzi he was talking about, gulping deeply as I saw how much they were.

“That information sucks insects, they'd do anything to milk out information from anyone.” His jaw was clenched as he glared at the paparazzi through the heavily tinted glass as though they could see him.

I stared out of the window, purposely ignoring him. If he thinks he can try to make any conversation with me and I'll answer him, he's gotten it so wrong.

“Well then, the silent treatment." He mumbled and turned on the radio.

The rest of the drive home was done in silence, the only sound being the radio.

Before he could get to my side of the door of the car, I was long out.

“You're back! Thank God! I was really worried about you.” Crystal yelled before I even opened the front door.

She hugged me tightly to herself as though I went on a long vacation and she has missed me a lot.

“Come on in, I made you a really nice soup that I'm sure you're going to enjoy.” She ushered me into the house.

The corner of my lips lifted up in a small smile, at least I have someone I know cares a lot about me.

She led me to the dining table where a hot plate of soup was placed already. How did she even know this is the only thing I can take for now?

Of course, the boss must have told her already. I really hate it when people act proactively.

I shook my head at the soup, trying to signal to her that I didn't want the soup.

“Why? What happened? It's fresh, I just took it off the cooker when your car drove in." She rambled.

I shook my head again, attempting to stand up.

"If you think he was the one who sent me to make the soup, he's not. I came into the living area just before he got his hand off your neck, I saw the red mark and everything. I knew you'd need this and I made it out of a place of love.” She explained.

Tears rolled down my cheeks freely, I've never felt this way because no one ever cared deeply for me. I didn't know when I wrapped my own arms around her in a tight hug.

“Thank… you.” I said with so much difficulty.

“Don't stress your throat too much, you're welcome though.”

I patted her on the back in response and she broke the hug.

“Are you going to take the soup now or I'll need to feed you?" She asked me with a goofy smile on her face.

I nodded and sat down, picked up the spoon and took some soup into it. I brought it up to my lips, blowing a cool breeze on it first because it was still emitting smoke.

The hot spicy chicken soup came in contact with my taste buds. My throat burnt from the hot soup that just went through it, but that didn't block my taste buds.

“Is it good?" Crystal asked me.

I nodded repeatedly in response as I took spoon after spoon of the soup.

“You sure enjoyed it. Do you want some more?” She asked as I scooped the last one into the spoon.

“Later." The word came out really low but she heard me.

I pointed at the stairs to her, trying to tell her that I was going to my room for now.

“You're going into your room, got it." I nodded and walked out of the dining room.

On getting to the staircase, I saw Evans standing at the base, he looked like he had been there for a while now. Has he been watching everything that just transpired between Crystal and I?

I acted like I didn't see him there, I walked past him but was pulled back again.

“I’m sorry.” This would make it the third time he'd apologize to me today. Am I in another universe?

I looked at him like I've been doing since morning; a blank look and removed my hand from his like his touch burned me.

I ran upstairs immediately, leaving him there alone. I banged the door behind me when I got to my room, my chest was heaving up and down, again.

What's happening to me? Why's life this cruel to me? I slid down the door as the realization of everything that has been happening dawned on me.

When exactly am I going to get the best out of life? I picked up myself from the floor and walked towards the bed where I left my phone.

The phone was beeping at the time I got there, indicating that a message just came in.

‘When will you be free to have coffee with me?’ My father.