HIS SWEET REVENGE

Paxton’s POV

Despite the overwhelming thought of having Celine back in the apartment two weeks from now, a frown graces my lips when I remember how sad she looked earlier on. There was a troubled look on her face.

I wonder what is wrong and why she isn’t telling me anything. I have a feeling she is hiding something from me.

What has Bryan done to her? Is Jason ok? Why doesn’t she want me to get Jason out till this moment? Is she fine? Is Bryan suffering her? Is this why he employed her as Jason’s nanny?

I blow out a sigh and hit the steering wheel in anger for being unable to help her out at the moment. I can’t do this alone and Celine is also making all of these hard on me.

But I will make sure to get her out of here when I am back from Boston. I miss having her and Jason around so much. They make New York home away from home. They are like my family now.

After getting them out of Bryan’s home, I am going to take my revenge on Bryan and confess my feelings to Celine. I am very sure she feels the same way about me too.

The other day we saw Bryan at the party, I left her there alone on purpose because I didn’t want Bryan to recognize me until my plan has been fully executed. If I hadn’t left, Bryan would have recognized me and that means ruining my already strategized plan.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Celine didn’t understand my reasons and I couldn’t explain them to her. I promise to tell her everything when everything is set and I get Bryan to apologize for what he did to me. Until then, I will keep avoiding Bryan.

I drive past a Mercedes Benz and notice a familiar figure. She looks stranded, glancing around for help. I stop the car and reverse back immediately to help. It seems like the car has broken down and she needs help.

I stop the car as soon as it is side by side with her car and peeks out. Before I can say hello, I recognize her immediately.

“Paxton?”

“Emily?” We both call out in surprise.

Her mouth drops open in shock and I hop down from the car immediately.

What the hell is Emily doing here?

Before I can get to where she is standing, she runs into my arms and I hug her tightly. It’s been four years since I saw her.

“Where have you been, you bighead?” She grins and pokes my head playfully, when we disengage from the brief hug.

I shrug without answering the question.

“Where have you been too?”

“Well, I have been around”, she replies.

“What are you doing in this vicinity?”

“I came to check up on someone, what of you?”

“The same thing.” I respond, watching her.

She looks more beautiful than she was four years ago.

Her hazel brown eyes are still the same, attractive and lovely. She is wearing a brown straight skirt and a high-neck black top, bringing out her curves. Emily is indeed a sexy lady and any man would love to have her.

Four years ago when we met, she was a broken girl.

“Your car broke down?” I demand from her, waving the thought of the past away.

She nods, as a frown spreads across her face. “I have no idea what happened. I was hoping to get help and here you are.”

“Let me check what is wrong with it”, I walk to the car, open the bonnet and look around. I don’t have any experience when it comes to car repairs and I don’t know what to do.

“I called the Mechanic already but the idiot isn’t picking”, she remarks when she notices how clueless I am.

I stand with arms akimbo. “I have no idea what to do. Perhaps, I should call mine and give him the location.”

She nods and I stroll to the car to get my phone. She follows. I dial Leo’s number and it goes into voicemail. I curse under my breath and try again before dropping a message for him.

“I think I am going to give you a ride”, I say to her, hoping she will accept the offer.

Her face is devoid of emotions and I ask.

“Do you mind?”

“I have no choice”, she shrugs, rushes back to open the car and gets her bag out before coming back to my car.

I flash her a smile and climb into the driver’s seat. She enters too before I ignite the car engine into action.

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Bryan’s POV

My instinct was right all along. Eric is not trustworthy as I thought he was when my father told me to employ him. Eric has my papers and refused to release them to me, claiming he has no idea what happened to them.

Steve has found out about everything and I have enough evidence to back up my claim when my father gets to know. If the auditors can’t find a solution to the problem, I will have no option but to sue Eric.

I sigh angrily, remembering how closely related we are. I wish it is someone else and not him but since he is the one behind it, I have no choice but to do the needful. Eric can’t go scot-free simply because we are related.

I am jerked out of my trance when I feel a head on my shoulder. I snap my head to the right side to see Celine soundly asleep.

In irritation, I want to push her head off and tell her to go to the main house so she can sleep but I can’t because of the sleeping Jason in my arms. He has been in my arms for half an hour now and he fell asleep before I knew it.

Realizing I am the only one awake out of the two companions I have here, I let out another sigh. I turn to look at Celine, her lips are slightly parted and I continue watching her, trying to figure out the resemblance between her and Helena.

I want to know why I am always reminded of Helena whenever she is around me. I wonder why I find everything about her irritating. I wonder why I feel the total opposite of the feelings I have towards Helena for Celine.

If she hadn’t run away, I would have called her innocent. I would have rewarded her with more money than was stated in our contract, but she ruined it all. She ruined her chances and put my son’s life in jeopardy. Jason can never be safe with her but he is safe here with me.

She lets out a murmur and I furrow my brows. It is inaudible but I find myself straining my ears to listen to what she is saying. Jason stirs in his sleep and I adjust, making Celine sleep more comfortably on my shoulder. I close my eyes to push out my irritation.

“Bryan and Jason”, she murmurs, more loudly and my eyes bulge open in surprise.

Why is she calling my name and Jason’s? Before I can give it a thought, she flutters her eyelids open and our eyes interlocks when I tilt my head towards her.

When reality dawns on her that she is laying on my shoulder and not on a pillow, she rises abruptly.

“I’m sorry… I… didn’t.. know…”, she stutters and stops midway, wiping her drool away. I am not saying anything. I am lost for words to say to her. I am as embarrassed as she is for letting her sleep on my shoulder and not being able to push her head away before she woke up.

“I… I will get going”, she shudders and walks past me quickly.

“Celine”, I stop her. My back is facing her and I don’t know what she is thinking or how she is looking at me. She must be surprised that I am calling her back. I don’t want her to think otherwise so I add. “Come and take Jason with you.”

She rushes back to where I am sitting with Jason in my arms and takes him from me.

Without saying a word, she takes long strides towards the door and slams the door shut behind her.