She Is The One
Benard glanced at Nella awkwardly before he answered with a sheepish grin, "It was just a misunderstanding. They have sorted things out already. I'll share the details with you in a while."
"What's the matter? Why can't you tell me now?"
Left with no choice, Benard whispered, "Mr. Thompson thought Ms. Lierger was the one accountable for your injuries since you had put your life at stake to save her when you were in the middle of recovery."
After a brief pause, Benard took a peek at Nella before adding, "That was the reason why he picked on her when she came home. However, as soon as Randy and the rest returned home, the problems were resolved."
Glaring at Benard in the eyes, Zayn asked, "What were you doing at that time?"
"I was on the way to the hospital with Freda because she was in a critical condition. She needed someone to keep her—"
Zayn stopped the stuttering Benard from sharing the rest with him and instructed, "That's enough. Get out of my sight at once."
"Y-Yes!" Afraid of getting on Zayn's nerves, Benard rushed out of the room.
Things had gotten increasingly awkward for the duo in the room because Zayn had just exposed Nella's little tricks in front of her.
She regretted getting full of herself and trying something as rash as such. Instead of driving them apart, she was the one who had offended the man.
Zayn looked at Nella in the eyes and deadpanned his reply, "I'll send you an expensive gift during the banquet. Thank you so much for your time and effort. I appreciate you sending Dr. Solova to check on me all this while."
"Mr. Giblo, I—"
Once again, the man stopped her and remarked, "Ms. Gold, I'm aware of your feelings for me, but it isn't mutual. I consider you a friend of mine and nothing else. Therefore, you need to stop wasting your time on me."
"No, Mr. Giblo! You have to listen to me!"
"It's almost time for my nap, " Zayn made something up because he had no intention to carry on with the conversation.
Nella was unwilling to give up just yet. She tried her best to remain calm and asked with her eyes brimming, "Can you please answer my last question?"
"What is it?" Zayn opened his eyes and asked.
"Did you turn me down because of Carla? Are you going to fall for me if she's not around?" Nella could barely suppress the urge to cry.
"Isn't that more than a question? I have no intention of entertaining your what-ifs, but Carla is the one and only woman I hold dear in mind. She was the one who taught me the proper way to love—I'll never fall for anyone other than her."
Torrents of grief streamed down Nella's cheeks when the man made himself clear things would never work out between them.
Unwilling to embarrass herself in front of others, she turned around and rushed out of the mansion at top speed.
Staring at the woman's departing figure, Zayn let out a long sigh of relief and thought he needed a break from something like this.
Carla barged into the room and asked the moment he closed his eyes for his nap, "Why did Nella rush out of the mansion crying? What have you done?"
As exhausted as Zayn might be, he turned around and looked at her in the eyes with a deadpan look, indicating he was speechless.
"Wait, what could you have possibly done when you're in such a bad shape? Have you told her anything?" Carla finally returned to her senses and thought it was very silly of her to ask something as absurd as such.
Irked by the questions she had for him, Zayn glared at her in the eyes and thought of ignoring her and her foolish questions.
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