Always Been Yours

Chapter 54

A shudder went through Edward when he heard those words and he couldn’t help bristling as he felt the ait around him freezing lowering his head, he asked in a hughed and frantic tone, “Then, what are you planning to do next, President Sawyer? How will your expose Yana?”

Nicholas’ gaze was icy and dark. He gritted his teeth and in a voice so frigid and deep that it sent chills running down one’s spine, he replied, “If everything goes well, Greg should be discharged from the hospital tomorrow I want you to drop by the main house and inform them that I’ll be bringing Greg over for lunch tomorrow.”

“Yes, sir!” Edward nodded solemnly before he retreated out of sight without another word.

Presently, Nicholas returned to the hospital room and gently closed the door behind him before sitting on the couch with a vigilant look.

It was nightfall before anyone realized it.

Bang!

A loud crack of thunder tore through the sky and thereafter followed by a purplish-white streak of lightning. It didn’t take long before the rain relentlessly poured down outside the window while being accompanied by the violent symphony of thunder.

At that moment, Tessa bolted upright when she heard the angry rumble of thunder and she very nearly toppled off her chair.

transported her, as it always did, to that particular moment six years ago when she swore that she had been dragged through

to come back to

sleeping on the bed as the storm raged on. At the sight of

seemed to have reassured the little boy, for with a purse of his lips, he

around, she was about to pour herself a glass of water when she saw Nicholas sitting stiffly on the couch, frowning as he massaged

that he was uncomfortable, and before she could stop herself, she asked curiously, “Are

before explaining indifferently, “It’s nothing. Whenever the weather is unpredictable and becomes humid, the old wounds in

nodded sympathetically when she heard this as she understood

arrive with heavy downpours. Since Timothy had in the past shared the same affliction as Nicholas, his legs would start acting up as well and

moment she had the time in hopes of

she hesitated for a while and finally crossed over to where Nicholas was, then asked tentatively, “If you don’t mind, President Sawyer, perhaps I could give your legs a massage and see whether that

her with a little skepticism.

was enrolled in post-surgery physiotherapy. I had to massage his legs everyday to encourage the recovery, so I learned a few tricks from the professionals along the way to help

a moment after hearing words. Then, he finally nodded, albeit

walked over

propped his legs on top of her knees as if it was the most natural thing in the