Agreement.

"I'm heading out to get lunch. Be right back," she told her colleagues and before they had a chance to reply, she was out of the office.

The moment she came out of the lift, she could see his car parked at the side of the road. "Let's get this over and done with", she told herself, took a deep breath and walked out of the building to the car.

She got into the car clumsily (as always) and saw his amused look. Ignoring it, she said hi to his butler/driver before turning to him, throwing the device at him and sticking out her left hand. He caught it with ease and turned over her hand.


The third day of their agreement and it was not getting any easier. She didn't like this arrangement but it has to be better than having him sending expensive lunch boxes for the entire office and calling at the front desk everyday. While her colleagues didn't mind the lunch boxes, she was bothered. He chose to walk out of her life back then so why is he back here? This little arrangement was the only way to keep her colleagues from nosing around.


"Right. Looks good. You can go," he declared, trying to keep the smile off his face. She grabbed the device from him and was about to exit the car when he said, "Wait. Here's your lunchbox."


"But you ..." she argued.


"I promised to stop buying lunch for your colleagues. Not you," he cut in, a smug look on his face. She snatched the lunchbox from him and stomped back to the office. 


This sucks.


(2 weeks later.)


She climbed into the car and threw the device at him, "Get on with it." she barked. 


He was annoyed but he could also sense that something was not right with her. She looked pale and tired. He caught his butler/driver's eyes and nodded. Not soon after, the car started to move.


"What are you doing? Stop the car. NOW! Fuck this." she yelled and made to open the car door. He reached over and grabbed her arms. When she calmed down, he tucked a strand of hair behind her ears and  left her alone. 


They sat in silence and not soon after, she fell asleep, her head resting on his shoulders. He dropped a kiss on her forehead and smiled. This feels familiar and so right. Gently, he took her phone out of her bag and text her boss. Telling her boss that she won't be back for the rest of the afternoon.


"Drive home, T. And call the doctor. I don't like how she looked today." he instructed his butler who nodded in acknowledgement.


Despite eating better, she's been losing weight. That worried him. Plus, her hands were freezing cold today, even though the sun was blazing. He glanced down at her sleeping form and sighed. Wrapping his arms around her, he whispered, "Please. Let me make it right."

Making it right.

He rubbed the scars on her wrists as she sleeps. Hoping that she would wake up soon but at the same time, hoping that she wouldn't. He knows what would happen when she wakes.

T walked in at the moment, bringing some food, "Sir. Have a drink, please." he said.

"I broke her, didn't I?" he muttered, guilt flooding over him. He looked at her sleeping face and frowned. Even in her sleep, she had to be in control. He remembered how she liked to sleep with her arms thrown over her head last time. But not anymore.

He couldn't believe she didn't tell him what happened. After they found her and caught that jerk of an ex-boyfriend, she pretended that nothing happened. Yes, she went to the hospital to get her wounds treated but she didn't tell anyone about the other thing.

No one knew. No one would have known if she hadn't fainted at home. T called to inform him that she hadn't left her house for a day and her lights were never switched off. Worried, he went to her house and used the key from back then and found her on the sofa. Unconscious.

He rubbed her cheeks with his thumb and her eyes shot open. She's awake.

It took her awhile to register where she was and when she finally did, she quickly pushed herself up. He was about to help her when she said coldly, "Don't touch me."

She grabbed the phone by the bed and told the nurse that she would like to change to another ward. Not this first-class suite that she cannot afford.

"I'll pay for it. Don't do this, C." he pleaded as he watched her walked around the room, collecting her belongings and clothes.

"You've done enough, sir. I can managed from here. Thank you," she said icily and walked towards the bathroom to change. Never once looking him in the eyes. She didn't dare. She didn't want to lose control of her emotions again. Because that's what got her here in the first place.

"Why didn't you tell me about what happened." he questioned her before she closed the door to the bathroom.

"It's none of your business."

"That baby was mine too!" he yelled.

She glared at him as tears start to cloud her eyes. "You can't decide to leave me, disappear and then come back into my life. Get out of my life, G." Slamming the door, she slide down to the bathroom floor and put her head between her legs as tears start to fall.

No. She needs to gain back control of her life. Letting go of it once back then was bad judgement. Letting go of it 2 months ago, was silly. This time, she won't. She won't let him back. She won't rely on anyone anymore.

He stared at the closed bathroom for a long time before T came in.

"I broke her, T. What can I do to make it right?" he asked, a pained expression on his face.