Melting Her Cold Heart
Chapter 73. For His Own Sanity

Chapter 73: 73. For His Own Sanity

Sandra and Anne were busy trying out the outfits once again to see if anything needed an adjustment. While Anne was overly excited to keep going, Sandra sighed.

"We are going to suffer if you ever get married," Sandra said with a sigh as she found herself some place to sit.

Anne looked at her innocently, and a big bright smile appeared on her face as she bobbed her head. "I can also imagine it. But then, what can you do about it? It will be my day and you will have to cater to my every need.

Sandra looked at her as if planning to make sure that day never came. "Not if I was to marry before you do " she said, and the smile on Anne’s face fell, leaving a scowl. "What? Will you make a married woman cater to your every need, too?" She teased, and Anne pursed her lips.

"I just have to make sure you don’t," Anne replied, and Sandra glared at her.

"We haven’t heard or seen Sara in days..." Sara stated, successfully changing the conversation. Even Anne became serious as the realization dawned on her, too.

"Do you think..." Anne stopped mid sentence, not wanting to jinx her friend with her negative thoughts.

"Let’s just pay her a visit. We can also deliver her dress and shoes while we are at it, Sandra said, being positive about the ordeal even though negative thoughts gnawed at her heart, too.

"Yeah, let’s do that," Anne said and walked back back into the closet to change her clothes to those she had on previously. A while later. She returned in a pair of blue jean pants and a white top with a pair of black stilettos. Hanging on her arm was a black designer bag. "Am I okay like this?" she asked, having second thoughts about her choice of clothes.

"We are going to visit a friend, Anne, not a fashion show," Sandra stood up, picked her back and phone, and started waking for the door, leaving Anne pouting at her words. Sandra was dressed similarly but with a black floral blouse.

"Who’s driving, and who’s car?" Anne managed to catch up with Sandra.

"Mine. Just ask your driver to follow behind us. I won’t drop you off after that," Sandra said.

Getting to the car, she took the driver’s seat, and Anne sat beside her as they started driving, heading for the apartment. Their driver’s entered Anne’s car and followed behind them.

"Shouldn’t we call Jess? She might want to accompany us," Anne asked, already taking out her phone to make the call.

"She has also been silent–" Sandra said after giving a nod to Anne. "Anne..." she called, and Anne glared up from her phone.

"Hmm?"

"Are we bad friends?" Sandra asked, and Anne blinked.

"Huh?" Anne sounded and looked utterly confused as she failed to understand where that question came from. What prompted it?

"You and I are always together but... what about them?" Sandra asked. "They are always there when we need them, but there is barely anything we can do to help them. It’s like... I don’t know." It just seems one-sided."

"We are not the best friends anyone would want. But bad friends? We are not. They were the ones who wanted us to give them some space, and we did that," she reasoned even though she could see the point in Sandra’s words.

"What if we gave them too much space? What if...?" Sandra asked.

As they drew nearer to the apartment, an unsettling feeling started to bubble up inside of them, and they shared a look.

"Jess isn’t picking up. She hasn’t replied to my messages either," Anne informed Sandra, who frowned.

"Keep trying," Sandra said as she focused on the road again.

By the time Jessa replied to her message and called Anne, they were already at Sara’s apartment but were yet to leave the car.

"Jess...?" Anne called, sighing in relief that her friend was alright.

"What happened? You sound weird," Jessa pointed out, and Anne sighed.

"There is no problem now. Sandra and I just wanted t9 as if you come along with us to Sara place, but we are there already," she replied. Silence followed her words, causing her brows to pull together in confusion. "...Jess?"

"You are already at Sara’s place?" Jessa asked, and Anne hummed. "It’s all my fault. I am sorry I failed to let you girls know," she said, and Anne frowned. Because the call was in speaker mode, Sandra could hear her as well.

"Tell us what?" Sandra was the one who asked since Anne appeared too confused to ask the right question.

"Sara isn’t living there anymore... I mean, she has temporarily moved. I don’t know when she will be back there but..."

"Sara moved, and she didn’t tell us?" Anne and Sandra asked at the same time, interrupting Jessa before she could finish what she was saying. They shared a look as their conversation just a few minutes ago crossed their minds.

Their friends were no longer telling them things like this. Something as important as moving, which they would have come to help her move, but nothing of that sort happened.

"You got it wrong," Jessa was quick to try to make them understand. "It’s not because she didn’t want to, but because she couldn’t."

"What do you mean?" Anne asked, a deep frown settled on her face.

"Something happened there, and she was carried out unconscious. I don’t know how she is now, but she wasn’t any better the last time I saw her," Jessa replied, and their eyes widened. Their minds are already com8ng up with different scenarios of what must have happened.

"Is she at the hospital?" Anne asked.

"No, she..."

"Your place?" Sandra asked.

"No..."

"Where then...?" They asked, their voices in sync.

"You will know that if you let me finish," Jessa said. They went silent, waiting for her to speak. They could hear her take a deep breath before releasing it, and then she spoke. "Opulent Oaks. She is there right now."

"WHAT!!" They explained.

"Come pick me up. I’ll accompany you," Jessa’s voice was calm as she spoke.

***

"I signed the documents," Alex said. His gaze fixed on the woman seated beside him in the car.

The silence had dragged on for so long, and he had caught her stealing glances at him many times and even saw her open her mouth to say something but would end up closing it again. He knew she wanted to say something, but the longer the silence grew, the harder it was to speak.

"Huh? What documents?" Sara asked. Still oblivious of what he was talking about.

"Father wanted me to manage Apex. He has wanted that for a long time now," he replied, and Sara blinked.

Does that mean Apex has become just another company under his name? Could he really handle all of that alone without his health declining?

"Will you be alright handling it all alone?" She asked, unable to keep her thoughts to herself.

Alex smiled and leaned forward. His face barely inches away from hers. As he spoke, his breath caressed her lips, igniting a blush. "Are you worried about me?" A teasing smirk curled up at the corners of his lips.

"Well... yes?" She said, unsure of herself now. She leaned back, trying to put some distance between them, but her back touched the door as she was met with a dead end, and he successfully closed the distance.

"Won’t you assist me?" He asked. He placed his hand on the back of hers. "I can’t do it alone. You said so yourself. Won’t you?"

"AL...Mr Legend," she pulled her hand out of his own and placed it on his chest, giving I a light push as an indication that he should move back, but he didn’t. It was as if he didn’t know what she was trying to do.

Meanwhile, Alex’s eyes darkened just a little when he heard the way she addressed him. He thought they had passed that stage, but she had just thrown back there.

He leaned closer, and Sara’s eyes widened as his warning came to her mind. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips into a thin line while turning her red face from him.

"If you don’t want me to kiss that much then don’t call anything that isn’t my first name," his voice came as a whisper. His breath was hot on her skin and his lips still brushed her cheek. Had she not pressed her lips together and turned her face the other way, they would be kissing right now.

Thinking he had withdrawn from her, her body relaxed and she turned her face to nod but as soon as she did that, her lips met his. Out of shock at what she had done, her lips parted and he smirked, ceased the opportunity and kissed her much to her dismay but still unable to pull away. She couldn’t even if she wanted to. There was no space between them at all and the wall of the car right behind her.

In the driver’s seat, Ian saw them though the rear view mirror. Without needing to be told. He raised the divider. It was more than giving the privacy but also for his own sanity.

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