Free Web NovelChapter 105: Chapter 105
Phoebe’s POV
I was watching Snow, sleeping peacefully on her bed. She had cried an hour ago, calling for her mommy, but I couldn’t do anything. I wanted to do something, but I had promised Kyra. I trusted her to resolve this on her own. I knew her. She was kind, but she wouldn’t appreciate it if I intervened, even if I had a reason.
"Don’t you think you should tell your brother about Miss Kyra?"
I turned to Luke, who was sitting on the couch as I was about to leave. As much as I wanted to stay, I couldn’t. My family would look for me. They might discover Snow, and I wanted Kyra to come back and tell us about Snow herself.
"I promised Kyra, and I trust that she can end this mess her way."
"Does it matter if it takes her a long time before she comes back?"
I looked him in the eyes. "You’re loyal to Kyra, right? Why don’t you tell my brother yourself?"
He looked away and sipped his coffee, his jaw tight with frustration. "I serve Miss Kyra, not your brother. I don’t have the right."
"Same goes for me," I said, gripping my bag and glancing at the bedroom’s closed door. "Keep her safe. If she wakes up in the middle of the night and looks for me, just call me."
I didn’t wait for his response. I went out of the apartment and was shocked to see a man standing in front of Kyra’s place. Beside him was a woman who kept asking about Kyra and me for the past few days. I think her name was Mary. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com
"It’s you again, kid. Where’s Elle? I haven’t seen her for three days."
I looked at the woman. I wanted to snap and tell her that I wasn’t a kid, but the tall man in glasses made my heart skip a beat. Why was a swimming champion standing in front of Kyra’s apartment?
I knew him. I knew him very, very well. Caleb Walter, a man just three years older than my brother, was a swimming champion. He had never been defeated in college, and he was my inspiration—the reason I joined the swimming team.
"Hey, kid!" The woman snapped her fingers in front of my face.
I sucked in a breath and glared at her before looking at Caleb Walter again. I cleared my throat. "H-How... How do you know Ky—Elle, Mr. Walter?"
Luckily, Luke had given me a heads up about Kyra’s situation, though we both had no idea why she changed her identity. And damn! Did I just stutter?
His forehead creased. His deep black eyes were mesmerizing. God! I never thought I’d see him in person.
"How you know me should be the question, Miss."
My lips parted. Not only his looks, but even his voice was attractive.
I cleared my throat and extended my hand. "I’m Phoebe. Elle is my sister."
"SISTER?" the loud woman asked, shocked. "Elle said she’s an only child."
I grimaced and rolled my eyes. I tried to suppress my attitude, but this woman was getting on my nerves—especially standing next to Caleb Walter.
I was about to snap at her when Caleb Walter took my hand, accepting the handshake. I felt like I was seeing stars. Damn!
"Caleb Walter. I am Elle’s boss. I’m here because she’s been absent for three days and is out of reach."
I watched him let go of my hand as I bit my bottom lip and blinked repeatedly. What should I do? What should I say? I didn’t know how Kyra had introduced herself or her background to these people.
"She didn’t file a leave of absence, Miss Phoebe. As her boss, I’m worried about my promising employee. I want to know where she is and how she’s doing. If she’s sick, or has any other valid reason, I’d understand."
I looked him in the eye. Did he like Kyra? He was her boss, but I knew he was the president of a well-known company. He could have sent someone else to check on Kyra, yet he came himself.
I took a deep breath. "My sister went to the province. Our relative was sick. She’s needed there."
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Kyra’s POV
Kieran had been drinking the whole day. Again. I didn’t care. I continued ignoring him, walking past him like I couldn’t see him, pretending not to hear him whenever he spoke as if he were a ghost. I wanted to punish him for doing this to me. Taking me away from my daughter and torturing me emotionally should never have been part of his plan to win me back. I hated him even more for doing this.
I walked downstairs. It was already 1 AM, but I still couldn’t sleep. I probably wouldn’t be able to sleep soundly in this house, no matter how beautiful the view of nature was.
I went straight to the kitchen, and when I saw a bottle of rum, I decided to drink. Maybe I could sleep after drinking half the bottle.
I grabbed it and walked out of the kitchen. I went to the balcony, drinking straight from the bottle, when I noticed someone by the pool.
Kieran was sitting at the edge of the pool, his feet in the water. He was holding a bottle of rum, staring into the water. Was he punishing himself because I wouldn’t forgive him? Did he really think it would work?
I turned around and leaned against the balcony railing. I took another drink straight from the bottle, listening to the loud splashes from the pool.
I glanced at the pool. Kieran was in the water now, running his fingers through his wet hair. My brow creased as he slowly floated on the surface.
Shaking my head, I went inside and sat on the couch. I turned on the television but couldn’t find anything to watch. Restless, I went back to the balcony and looked out at Kieran.
He was still floating. He wasn’t moving. That immediately made me nervous.
"What is he doing?"
I looked around. His men were probably sound asleep by now.
I glanced at the big wall clock. Almost two minutes had passed since I saw him go into the water.
My mind went blank as I recalled what I’d said to him that morning.
’Who knows? I might forgive you if you die.’
My heart thundered in my chest, a sick dread washing over me. The bottle slipped from my grip, shattering on the floor. "No, no, no!"
Sylvia howled in panic inside me as I raced to the pool, my feet barely touching the ground. I jumped into the water without hesitation, the sudden cold stealing my breath.
I reached him in seconds, flipping his limp body over. His face was pale, lips tinged blue. "Kieran!" I screamed, dragging his heavy frame to the edge with a strength I didn’t know I had.
Somehow, I managed to pull him out, water gushing from his mouth as I laid him on the ground. My hands shook violently as I pressed them to his chest, pumping desperately.
"Kieran! Don’t you dare! Don’t you fucking dare!" I screamed, tears blinding me as I continued the compressions. Sylvia was raging, her panic fueling mine as I worked. "I didn’t mean it! I didn’t mean it!"
It felt like forever as I fought to save him. I cried loudly through the night. I was about to lose hope when, suddenly, he moved. He coughed up water and started breathing again.
I was so happy and relieved that my legs felt weak.
