Royal Ceo by Seerat Kaur (best electronic book reader .txt) 📖

            He pulled me in for a hug and kissed the top of my head before striding out of the room. I was already ready to go out. Mark was coming to pick me up. I hadn't told Edward anything. 

      My phone rang. I swiped to answer, "Hi," I grabbed my clutch. 

      "I'm waiting outside of your house," I heard his calm voice.

      "Yes, I'm coming." I headed out of the door.

      Edward's parents had invited us to the weekend. I wasn't interested in going when so much was going on in my life. I hadn't informed him that his mother wanted us to stay in their house for the weekend. Indeed, I didn't get the chance to tell him. 

      My feet halted in my way when I saw Edward with Mark. I gulped and suddenly became scared as I hadn't told him anything. 

     I felt his gaze on me. I walked over to them, "Hi," I said. They stopped talking when I reached them. 

      Before I could utter another word, "I'm getting late for my meeting." He said. 

     They shook their hands. Edward slithered his gaze on me before turning away from us. I was feeling guilty for an unknown reason. It wasn't planned. I thought about messaging him in my way. 

      "Sienna," Mark said as he held open the door for me. 

      I glanced at his car. Edward saw me with a blank look. I never allowed him to open the door for me. His gaze was worsening the feeling of guilt. Should I tell him before stepping out of the room? 

      "Thanks," I said, getting in his car. I buckle up the seat belt. Mark strode around the car and sat behind the wheel, "Eri?" I asked. 

      "She wanted to talk to Thomas alone." He silenced immediately. 

      I took out my phone. I unlocked it, 'I was going to tell you on my way,' I quickly typed him a message. hoping to get something good that could relieve my palpitating heart. I squinted my eyes and watched his car moving toward the path ahead of us. 

       I wasn't exactly sure what would come from him? I waited for my phone to buzz, nothing. My heart kept pounding in my chest, feeling agitated though it wasn't my fault. I was going to leave a message. He looked busy, so I didn't think to ask him to drop me at her home. 

      Mark pulled in the traffic. I was still waiting for his message. I was clenching my hand in my lap. 

      "Are you worried about their reaction, too?" Mark asked me in his native accent. 

      I hadn't thought about it, "Uncle can't be upset with her." 

      "Hm, how do you meet her?" I asked, looking at him. 

      He smiled. I saw colors on his cheeks. He loved her. Goodness! I'm happy for her. Whatever caused the cliff between them. They're mature enough to sort out everything. 

      "You should ask her. It's not my place to tell you," He said 

      "She won't tell me," I muttered. 

      He glanced at me and a mocking smile was playing over his face, "She murmured in her dreams that you hid things from her." His smile broadened as recalling everything. 

      "She must have murmured more than this," I asked, smiling. 

      The light turned green and he drove the car, "She did. You don't have trust issues." 

      "I don't wanna bother her unnecessarily. I'm not planning to tell her anything when she's pregnant." I admitted. 

      "I know. It's not my place to tell you. But you should. You won't bother her. She loves you. She couldn't sleep the night when she had your call" He said. 

      "About my wedding," I muttered. 

      "Hm," He nodded. 

      I couldn't concentrate on this topic when I knew he was upset with me. He hadn't replied to my message. Did I hurt him? His expressionless face gave nothing but I could feel. I looked down at the phone as the sickly feeling washed over me. How would I persuade him? By Explaining things? I was going to explain to him in my way. I was praying for the day to end as soon as possible. I was nervous but I wanted to face him. I hoped I didn't mess things up between us. 

                           My heart picked a beat when my feet carried me toward the house. From the entrance, the house seemed quiet. With a soft sigh, I walked in. 

       Mark was busy with his phone, striding along with me. 

      I could hear the mumbles. Mark shoved his phone in his pocket, his forehead was wrinkled. He used his long strides, reaching the door that led to the backyard. 

       I stopped watching him disappear. I stopped walking. Finally, I took a deep breath and pushed myself to pace again. 

      The mumbles turned into shouts. My heart raced in anticipation. Then I heard Aerial screaming. 

      I hurried to the door. Mark was grasping uncle's fisted hand, they were glaring at each other. Andria and Aerial were standing there shocked. Fright was written all over Aerial's face, tears were rolling down her cheeks. 

      "Uncle," I quickened my steps. 

      "Stay out, Sienna," Uncle said, still glaring at him. 

      "Dad, please. I... Love him." She stuttered, "I didn't know how to explain everything to you. I was scared... you won't approve of him." 

       "I won't ever approve of him for you," Uncle shouted, exasperated.

       "What's wrong with him?" I asked him, "He loves her. He came for her." I said, touching his arm. 

       "You don't know anything," Uncle shook his head, "He's..." His deadly glare turned to him again. 

       "We should go," Aerial said, touching Mark's arm. 

       My head jerked to her, "What do you mean?" I demanded. 

      Her face was pale and exhausted, "Going. To my house. My husband's home." She whispered. Tears were unstoppable in her eyes as she looked at uncle. 

      "You can come back at any time. This is your house," He said in a sharp tone.