Free Web NovelChapter 3: Clumsy Kind?
’’Thank you...Uncle.’’
It was the bravest thing to say.
She got up and Corrine found it ridiculous how her body overreacted over some news about her health. Her legs were stiff and shaky, her back sweaty and gross; she no longer felt uncomfortable to be in Doctor Lyzer’s office anymore.
The man seated behind the desk no longer regarded her with a stern look as she struggled to make her way out of his office. He now felt concerned, for the first time since he became her private consultant and doctor. But not as a doctor to a patient who was now aware of how grim the future was.
But as an uncle.
A family she once forsook or were they the ones that forsake her to survive in a world they were the major causes of how it was now.
Like a father to a stray cat that frequently sought refuge and compassion in his cold, grey and lifeless office.
’’What a pity,’’ he merely said, before continuing his work to make his millions.
She wouldn’t be foolish enough to refuse them this time.
Corrine stepped out of the door and froze at the tall and lanky form of the black detective. Her eyes were glossy and wide as his glasses were no longer covering his brown gaze. He stood with a jotter and a pen but he looked like what he had just heard was brutal enough for him to document for her family.
She gently retrieved his pen and removed the small note pad from his leather-gloved grip. A small, almost defeated smile on her face as she wrote.
Miss Corrine Anais Winfield visits her uncle Lyzer Ashworth every night in his clinic.
Today, she has just been diagnosed with cancer and has one year to live.
She hesitated for a while before writing,
Hope there would be no more private detectives to monitor her grave when she’s gone.
The detective stared at her speechless as she returned the book and pen to him and quietly left. He turned to stare at her guiltily for the first time since three years of being her hired stalker. His hands fell along with the jotter and pen as he watched her round the corner to leave.
Anais, though she preferred everyone to call her Corrine, moved from the polished and silver-like elevator tube to the third floor lobby, where Miss Poppi’s desk stood.
As she moved, she grew increasingly annoyed by Miss Poppi’s laughter along with someone else. It was richer, smooth and almost alluring.
Who was Miss Poppi laughing with at this hour?
This was more like a reserved clinic for the top elites of the world. A place with fewer clients, and when they did have one, they weren’t this friendly or loud.
A man very tall was seen being a nuisance at the front desk.
He smiled as the poor human couldn’t stop being shy and obvious. He leaned more on her front desk and saw how captivated she was easily by him.
Who couldn’t resist?
He just escaped a mob of horny teenagers the moment he stepped down from his car. They were all over him.
He rolled his eyes and turned to look when he sensed another heading their way.
Some wanted to touch him.
Kiss him or have a pic of him on their phones to resonate with whatever wet dreams they will be having after.
Overnight and in just one month of owning this mortal body and walking this earth, he quickly became an internet sensation.
People camped outside of his estate and leaving their husbands just to look at him one last time.
He didn’t need to worry about surviving because mortals made it easy with their deals, contracts and modelling gigs they bulldozed him with.
No interviews.
He was an exception to actually knowing what he was doing or having even a day of past experience. One look from him and he saw world directors and billionaires grab him by the leg, begging him to allow himself to be used as the face of their products, deals and ideas.
He became so wealthy simply because he picked the right genes from his father.
As she moved toward them, he found himself looking—no, staring shamelessly at her figure and face. The voice and tone of the human he had been messing around with faded into the background as he wondered who this pretty, little angel was.
She was coming toward him with a sweet, pure and heavenly aura wrapped around her like some deadly perfume.
’’Oh, Miss Corrine Winfield, don’t forget about your purse and things!’’
Corrine.
He blinked, unable to take his eyes off her.
He leaned more on the white desk when she approached them without even the slightest regard of his supposedly overwhelming presence. He found his heart racing with every lovely blink of her eyes as she reached over to collect her things from the nurse.
He wanted to say something.
To get a reaction from her even if it was just a look.
Was he really that invisible, or did she simply not care?
His gaze remained on her, ever-burning just like the hellish fires of obsession growing within him.
He tilted his head a bit to the side, a small smile of disbelief playing on his face as she waited patiently for the fat nurse to retrieve her belongings behind her desk.
Then he noticed the almost dried Pepsi stain on her shirt.
’’You’re the clumsy kind, right?’’
Corrine was not only irritated by his shameless stares, but also determined not to add befriending a creep to the list of her growing problems tonight.
His smile grew, accompanied by a soft quirk of his eyebrow down at her in interest.
Corrine thought he was very strange. Not only was his dressing too extravagant and out of place, he had really long hair, almost like he was wearing a wing he stole from some ancient drama set or something.
She shuddered and smiled when Miss Poppi placed her purse and other belongings on the desk.
But this demon was determined not to let her go until this feisty little beauty acknowledged him tonight.
’’Puppy?’’
’’Yes, Mr. Hellworth.’’
Hellworth?
Is that even a real name?
’’Weren’t you just praising me for how I look more fictional than real and my eyes shine more than the sun?’’
Miss Poppi blushed more as Corrine turned to face him in annoyance.
The moment their eyes locked, he took her breath away with his divine–looking pale and soft skin. So flawless, and the weird dual-colored wig that somehow made him resemble a beautiful anomaly of this ordinary reality.
’’Yes, yes, yes. You do look so unreal, Mr. Hellworth!’’
Mr. Hellworth smiled as he admired something else that shone more than the sun in his eyes.
’’Don’t you also think so, Miss Winfield?’’ freёwebnoѵel.com
Corrine didn’t think so. She frowned, collecting her things from Miss Poppi before walking past him after throwing him ’’you are delusional’’ eye-roll.
What a weirdo.
What psychiatric facility did he escape from?
She walked fast before disappearing inside the next elevator tube. But before the doors would slide close, she caught the last haunting look he gave her and she silently prayed that this would be their first and last encounter.
