Unexpected Love: One Night With Mr CEO

Wouldn't that fact also make her status clearer in the man's eyes?

Clear tears escaped from her eyelids again, wetting her cheeks obediently. In the silence of the night, the woman hugged her knees on a sofa.

This time, she was again hurt by her hopes and beliefs. And all this happened also because of herself.

The hurt feelings she feels right now are not interfered with by other people, including Devan. But because of her stupid decision to open her heart again and put her hope in someone.

Claire cursed herself. Berated himself, she wanted to scream as loud as she could right now. Until two o'clock in the morning, the woman was still sitting there, not moving an inch. She had tried to sleep, but couldn't.

The rain had stopped and left only the fine grains scattered in the night air. She suddenly remembered Naila's whereabouts.

The next second, Claire immediately grabbed her cell phone, intending to send a message to the girl.

'How is your condition now, huh?' Claire thought as she wrote a text message and sent it to Naila's contacts.

She didn't hope that her messages would be answered by the girl because she knew that maybe now Naila might also be having quite a bit of trouble with her family.

Playing on her cellphone and social media for a while in the hope that drowsiness will soon overtake her at that moment.

Claire slowly lay down on the sofa in front of the balcony, the open windows and curtains allowed the cold air to freely explore the woman's room. She doesn't care about her health at all.

Because only then, the feeling of tiredness and tightness that fills her can be slightly reduced. Yes, at least she can feel a little relaxed and not too stressed with her feelings.

Indeed, there is nothing more complicated in this world than one's feelings.

Several hours passed, the orange tinge on the eastern horizon began to show its beauty, and Claire had just closed her eyes a few minutes ago.

Yes, the woman was asleep on the sofa, with one hand still holding her flat-shaped object. It appears on the screen of her cell phone a missed call three times, looking at her name, it's Naila.

Claire didn't realize that the girl was calling her, maybe because her cell phone was on silent mode? Who knows.

***

"Granpa, where is Mother? Is she mad at me?" Dave suddenly asked Aaron who was accompanying him to play.

Right now, they were in the boy's room, after bathing and having breakfast together, Aaron decided to accompany his grandson to play until his mother woke up.

A few minutes ago, he visited Claire's room and found her sleeping on the sofa with the window wide open. At first, he wanted to wake her up and invite her to have breakfast together, but after seeing her condition, Aaron refused to do so.

He just moves his nephew to the bed and gets out of there.

"Granpa? Can't you hear me?" said the boy again, lifting his gaze and staring at Aaron without blinking.

"Oh, honey. How could you think like that?"

"Because my mother hasn't come to see me since yesterday, Granpa."

Hearing that, Aaron broke into a smile. "Your mother is just tired, honey. She needs a lot of rest. Don't think like that again okay?" he replied in one breath.

"But I think Mother is really mad at me, Granpa. Even though I only asked about Daddy yesterday, he scolded me and left me alone," said Dave bowing his head, playing with his fingers, his voice sounded a little hoarse as if he was holding back tears.

"What did you say, honey? Can you tell me?" Aaron replied, the man then approached Dave, lifting his tiny body into his lap.

"I didn't say anything, Granpa. I just asked where Daddy is. I miss Daddy, I haven't said goodbye to Daddy at all," said Dave, and burst into tears at that moment.

"Da-Daddy said he will always come over and play with me, Granpa," he added, sobbing.

As much as possible Aaron tried to calm his grandson, "Don't cry, honey. Maybe your Daddy has other business so he can't come," he said while stroking the boy's head.

"I want to see Daddy, Granpa. I miss Daddy, sob," Dave cried again.

For some reason, Aaron suddenly felt an emotional turmoil within him.

"Shh. Shh, Dave shut up dear. I will try to bring your Daddy here later."

"Is that true?" Dave asked immediately raising his head, looking at the man with teary eyes.

"Em, right dear. But Dave has to promise Granpa first," Aaron replied with a nod, holding up his little finger in front of the boy.

"Dave has to promise, from now on you won't be whining anymore, okay?"

"I promise, Granpa," said Dave, joining his pinky finger on Aaron's.

Is that all?" he asked again.

"You also have to promise not to talk to Mom about Daddy again, okay?"

"Okay, Granpa. I promise," replied Dave nodding confidently, a sweet smile then etched on his lips.

"Okay, then you have to be patient okay. Just give me some time to bring your Daddy here, is that okay?"

"Em, no problem, Granpa. As long as I can meet with Daddy again," Dave replied with a big smile, his previously teary eyes now sparkled with a sharp look.

Hearing that, Aaron also smiled. But that doesn't mean he doesn't have any worries.

He had just made his first appointment with his grandson. Even though he didn't know anything about Dave's father, he didn't even know what he looked like, and what his life was like. Never mind all that, he didn't even know his name at all.

Let's say he did that because he couldn't bear to see his grandson cry.

Hopefully, he can keep the promise he just made. No, but he did have to keep it up no matter what.

Suddenly the sound of a cell phone ringing was heard and it managed to distract Aaron and Dave at the same time.

"Honey, play alone, okay? I want to answer the phone," Aaron said softly and then lowered Dave from his lap very slowly and carefully.

The man then grabbed his flat-shaped object which he had previously placed on the table.

Seeing Erik's name on the screen of his cellphone, Aaron didn't delay any longer and immediately picked it up.

"What is it?" Aaron asked ahead.

"Previously I apologize for disturbing your time, sir," said Erik from the other side.