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Chapter 28
Chapter 28
Chapter 28 – Back Home to Heaven
(Anj‘s POV)
I had been sitting outside the mansion‘s gate for an hour already when it finally opened. Frank‘s lips curved a shy smile when he came out the metal gate with a paper bag. “I‘m sorry. We had to deal with Sky and Olivia first,” he said, quickly looking back at the house and then at me.
“He‘s really furious, isn‘t he?” I asked, almost in a whisper.
He chuckled and nodded, agreeing with me as he watched me look at the contents of the paper bag. I took the book out of the bag and smiled as I stared at the cover page. When I flipped the first page, I saw the public phone card and taxi fare I asked from Steve Mars. I placed the quilt inside the paper bag and returned the book inside.
“Thank you, Frank. I‘ll never forget you,” I said, smiling sheepishly at him.
“No,” he shook his head. “I‘ll never forget you. You‘re the first woman who made the young Mr. Mars nuts.” He grinned at me as we sat on the sidewalk and waited for the taxi with me. My cheeks blushed, not really understanding what he meant, but I pursed my lips, pretending
I knew.
“I could not believe you fooled us all. Ferdi would go frantic like Sky,” he chuckled again, shaking his head. “What got in that big head of yours, Angela?” “Love at first sight is overrated already, right?” I grinned at him, wrinkling my nose and pursing my lips. He craned his neck, looking at the perfect blue sky. “I have never seen the young Mr. Mars look at any women the way he looked at you, Angela.”
“Because he had never seen such an ugly–looking, red–spotted trapeze crab in person, Frank,” I smirked, looking up and thinking how I would ever forget him when the sky always reminded me of him.
“He has seen the beautiful you, Angela,” he reminded me. “The night you got married, you‘re the most beautiful woman I‘ve ever seen,” he said admiringly as he gazed at me. “I‘ve never felt so jealous of Sky before.“. I faked a smile, breathing out and feeling the heat creeping onto my cheeks. I was sure I was as red as my blood type now, like the red spots on my face melted, causing a mess on my face. “Perhaps you were drunk that night, too,” I joked, looking elsewhere, hoping the taxi would come.
He only laughed at me, standing up as he saw my ride coming. He extended his hand to help me stand up. “Again, thank you, Frank, for everything,” I said when the taxi stopped.
He opened the passenger door at the back of the car. “Anything for you, Angela.”
I stopped myself from puffing out air, forcing a smile instead. I was about to get inside the vehicle when I finally had the courage to ask Frank about my clothes and shoes.
“Frank, do you happen to know where my clothes and shoes are?” My cheeks were so red.151 popped out the question,
His forehead kuilted, and his eyes Darrowed as he shook his head, thinking for a brief second.” I‘m sorry, Angela, but it‘s a question only Sky can answer. I was sure that you had then when he carried you inside.”
I chuckled, thanking him again before ploppinginyself in the car. I waved at him before leaning forward to the driver, telling him my destination,
As much as I wanted to look back, I did my best not to. I wished to tell Frank i knew I was fully clothed when Sky carried me inside the mansion. The worst part, my brain had recorded everything despite being drunk that night, except for my clothes and shoes. It will remain a mystery to me unless I dare ask Sky about them.
“Uhm...” I tapped the shoulder of the driver. “Just stop the car there. Thank you,” I said, pointing to Heaven Avenue street signage. When he stopped, I gave him the bill inserted in the book. “Keep the change.” Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.
“Thank you,” The taxi driver smiled, taking the money from me
I got out of the car and waited until the taxí left, making sure that is Sky or Frank asked where I lived, he had no way of knowing the exact address. When I was hundred percent sure, I walked to the familiar pavement, going to the nursing home, but I sneaked into Sister Grace‘s office, not wanting Dylan or Anya to see me. I am not ready to explain to them my whereabouts for the past two days.
Sister Grace was not in her office when I came in, She must be in the prayer room with the other residents since it was already six. I lay down on the couch and fixed my eyes on the ceiling of her old office. I sighed at the thought of the place needing renovation, but Sister Grace would always tell me that any financial assistance the nursing home gets is not allotted for renovation but the needs of the residents,
I should have just accepted the money from Steve Mars, but if my guardian knew where it came from or why he was giving me money, she would have been horrified and asked me to return it. I close my eyes, thinking about what to say to her when she returns, but the thought of Sky Mars distracts me and pulls me into a deep sleep.
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“Angela,”
“Sky,” I whispered, wanting to tell him I wanted to sleep more.
“What about the sky, Angela?” Sister Grace asked, waking me up completely from my dream My eyes opened wide, and I blinked to see if I was not dreaming
“Sister Grace,” I got up, hugging her.
She chuckled and tapped my back lightly as she embraced me. “Where have you been? I‘ve been so worried about you.”
I pressed my lips, not wanting to answer her question. I leaned my head on her chest. “I promise I‘ll never attend parties again,” I smiled meekly, tilting my head to look at her She tapped my nose. “You‘re saying it as if something bad happened, Angela.”
I shook my head and sighed deeply as I leaned in her chest again, listening to her heart beat. Can I sleep here for tonight, Mom?”
She chuckled. “You haven‘t called me that for a long time, Angela. You‘re making me worried.” She kissed my forehead. “I hope you did not find a boyfriend and then just broke your heart.” “I wish I did,” I murmured, hoping to tell her I had not found a boyfriend. Instead, I got myself married to the son of a billionaire and broke his heart because he broke mine.