He paused, then added, “You can sit in my car, and I will drive.” He offered, but I shook my head. I would rather drive my own car than sit next to him in a small space.
“I will drive my car. You can follow me if you like.” Finality rang in my tone when I said the words. Grey opened his mouth to argue but changed his mind. “Okay,” he curtly replied, letting me go. Without delay, I took the chance to climb into my car and locked the door. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Grey turn toward where he had parked his car. With a quick, long stride, he reached it and climbed inside.
I secured my seatbelt before turning the ignition on. The engine roared to life, and I maneuvered the car onto the highway. As expected, Grey’s car trailed behind me.
The hospital where Mom was admitted was a thirty-minute drive away from the house, but in less than twenty minutes, I reached the hospital. After parking my car in the parking area, I clambered out and skittered toward the expansive building.
Grey was still parking his car when I left him, but I was almost at the entrance when he caught up with me. “You shouldn’t be driving like that.” He leaned closer and whispered the words in my ear. There was nothing gentle in his voice; he sounded like a stern father scolding his child for bad behavior.
“There’s nothing wrong with my driving,” I glared at him.
“Your driving is not the problem. Your speed is,” he replied. When I threw him a sideways glance, I noticed the deep furrows on his forehead. He looked worried.
Grey worried about me? That’s incredulous, I thought to myself.
“I’m driving under normal speed,” I reasoned as we both entered the hospital.
“You call that normal speed?” He hissed under his breath. “I'm surprised no police officer chased after your car.”
I was about to bite back a reply when we reached the information desk. All the things I wanted to throw at him burst like bubbles. I focused my attention on the nurse who rose from her chair as she politely asked, “How may I help you, ma’am?” The nurse gazed at me for a second before her eyes shifted to Grey, who was standing behind me like a bodyguard. The nurse’s gaze lingered on his face, and bold admiration shone in her eyes as she did so.
Grey always captivates attention wherever he goes. I thought to myself rather irritably. There’s something about him that makes him stand out, even in the middle of a crowd. I sighed as I watched the nurse, who continued to look at him as though she were under some kind of spell.
“Can you tell me where Mrs. De Silva’s room is?” I spoke, and she snapped out of her trance. Embarrassed, she let her gaze drop to the computer screen in front of her. After some typing on the keyboard and a few clicks of the mouse, she raised her head to me. “Room number eight. Walk straight ahead, enter the first corridor you will see, and you will find her room,” she instructed while pointing in the direction we should go.
“Thank you very much,” I told her and hurried in the direction she indicated. I caught her stealing one last glance at Grey before she disappeared from my sight.
Quietly, Grey walked beside me. I quickened my pace, and he lengthened his stride. I slowed down, and he did the same. Irritated, I pulled to a stop. “Will you stop following me?”
“I’m not,” he replied, ignoring me as he continued walking. “You don’t own the hallways, and as it happens, we have the same destination.” He shrugged nonchalantly. This time, he quickened his steps until I couldn’t catch up anymore, leaving me alone in the hallway.
A frown made its way to my forehead as I followed Grey, who, after turning into the corridor, was nowhere to be seen. Quickening my steps, I turned to the corridor where I last saw him and found him standing at the door of the first room we passed by. “This must be her room,” he said without looking at me.
The frown on my forehead disappeared as I pulled to a stop beside him. At least he waited for me before entering the door, I thought to myself.
Grey didn't knock, assuming someone was asleep and didn’t want to disturb whoever it was. He turned the knob and pushed the door open. He didn't step inside right away, just as I expected. Instead, he let me in first and then followed suit.
From behind me, I heard the door click closed.
A lump formed in my throat when I saw Mom. She looked so small in her wide bed, and the hospital gown she was wearing was too big for her, or perhaps she was too small for that hospital gown. My heart ached as I watched the rise and fall of her chest. For the first time, I noticed how pale she really looked under the ceiling lights.
A warm hand touched my back. “It’s going to be okay,” Grey whispered soothingly beside me. His hand moved up and down my spine in comfort. I felt like bursting into tears, but I clenched my fists and pushed away the urge to cry.
Mom was still asleep, as Celine had told me, but the latter was nowhere to be seen in the room. As though my thoughts of her summoned her, the door opened, and Celine stepped inside with a takeout meal in her hand. Immediately, she spotted us, making her come to a sudden halt. Her lips parted, and her eyes went wide.
“I thought you were alone,” Celine remarked when she finally recovered and continued to close the door behind her. Her curious eyes were waiting for answers as she did so.
“He tagged along,” I replied with a sigh, unable to conceal the irritation in my tone.
Grey nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders. “I just want to check on Mom,” he reasoned as he sat down on the sofa.
“I bought food.” Celine immediately changed the topic before the conversation between Grey and me became heated. She must have noticed that Grey and I were not on good terms. “I'm not in the mood to cook lunch today and would like to eat something once I get home.”
“You can go home now. I’ll watch over Mom while you’re gone,” I told her, and she nodded.
Celine briefly looked at her wristwatch before her eyes shifted back to me. “I'll be back around three. If there's a problem, please call me,” she said, picking up her shoulder bag and putting it on.
“I will,” I replied and watched her nod at Grey before making her way to the door and closing it behind her. When she was gone, the room fell silent.
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Billionaire's Pregnant Ex-wife
Romance[COMPLETED] Lily De Silva had been married to the devilishly handsome CEO of Bradford Enterprises for four years, but their marriage came to an abrupt end when he asked for a divorce due to her inability to bear him another son. Reluctantly, she let...
