Forever with the Billionaire

Hilary POV

I heaved a sigh as I covered up Miles walker with a blanket. I ruffled my hair and sat on my bed while I stared into his face. He was sound asleep and moaning every few seconds, but he sounded fine. It was my first time removing a bullet and since Rotimi and Loukas refused to help, I had no choice because I didn’t want our heads to be cut off by the Royal family. “Thank goodness you are fine,” I said, standing up from the bed. After losing my father, I hated to see people dying around me. It’s made me remember my father and the memories we shared.

Losing a loved one is the hardest thing in life.

After making sure that Miles’ walker was fine, I stood up and walked out of my room. I took the stairs and headed towards the office. Trying to be rude after what Loukas put me through, I entered his office without knocking and found him arguing with Rotimi. “She is here, so do the needful!” Rotimi pointed towards me and turned to leave.

“Why can’t you stay here with us?” Loukas questioned. “What the hell is your problem?”

Rotimi scoffed and pointed a finger at me. “I’ll stay and watch you apologize to her because it’s the best you could after what you did to her!” Rotimi is accused.

Loukas heaved a sigh and nodded in response. I looked from Rotimi to Loukas and shrugged my shoulder, having no idea what both of them were discussing. “What are you both saying?” I shouted and took my seat opposite Loukas. I grinned at him and slammed my hand on the table. “Explain!”

“Don’t yell at me!” Loukas yelled at me, but I wasn’t the type to back down, so I replied to him.

“You are also yelling at me!” I yelled back, and we both started arguing. He called me a dumbo, and I called him a fool.

Rotimi paced around the room and yelled for us to stop. When we didn’t, he grabbed one of Loukas’ flower vases and threw it against the door. It made a loud crashing noise, causing Loukas and I to stop talking, and we both looked towards him. “Shut up, you two!” He yelled. “Can’t you both go without arguing?”

“Did you just break my favorite vase?” Loukas shouted and balled his left hand into a fist. He slammed it on the table and shouted yet again.

I jumped out of my seat and covered my ears, unable to keep up with his yelling. “Why are you crying over a vase?” I folded my arms together and chuckled.

Rotimi looked at me and started laughing. I joined him, and we both mocked Loukas, who looked like he was about to murder someone. “Why are you both laughing?” He said.

“Rotimi and I exchanged looks once again and started laughing.” “It’s not funny!” Loukas slammed his hand on the table. “I bought that vase for ten thousand dollars!” He said, and heaved a sigh.

Ten thousand dollars? I thought and looked towards the ruined vase that was on the ground. “You bought an ordinary vase for ten thousand dollars?” I asked him.

Instead of replying, Loukas crossed his legs and scoffed. “You think I’m lying?” He asked and adjusted his shirt. When I didn’t answer, he scoffed and tapped his fingers on the table. “Rotimi just broke a vase that means so much to me!”

“You don’t even care if I break any vases because you haven’t stared at them for years,” Rotimi pointed out.

Loukas chuckled and placed a finger on his forehead. “You might think that I don’t remember how I got it, but it was that cold evening five years ago when Amanda visited me. I had…..” He hesitated and looked towards me. He cleared his throat and, within a few seconds, he changed the topic, as if he was hiding something. “You don’t need to listen to all of that and that’s not even why we are here,” he stated and cleared his throat yet again.

I understood that he didn’t want me to know about Amanda, who could have been his mistress or girlfriend. I didn’t care about any of that because being a therapist had made me learn how to mind my business. “This reason why we are here is because of what you did, Mr. Whitemore,” I reminded him.

“Refresh my memory, Miss Hillary,” Loukas said, frowning.

“That’s not what we talked about, Loukas,” Rotimi approached him and whispered in his ears. The eyes widened at what Rotimi had said. He cleared his throat and shifted in his seat.

“Miss Hillary,” Loukas called, and I sat down across from him with my legs crossed.

“Yes,” I said, raising my brows to hear what he had to say next. “You have something you need to say to Mr. Whitemore,” I reminded him when he seemed like he wasn’t ready to say anything yet.

“I shouldn’t have behaved that way towards you.” Loukas tapped his hands on the table and heaved a sigh. “I’m sorry,” he said through gritted teeth.

I rolled my eyes and scoffed. “I didn’t hear you, Mr. Whitemore. Your words sounded like they were being forced. ” I grinned and tapped my fingers on the table. “If you are apologizing, you might as well do it well,” I told him.

Loukas groaned out in frustration and slammed his hand on the table. “Are you complaining, Mr. Whitemore?” I asked him.

“Can’t you just apologize to Loukas and let’s end this here?” Rotimi begged.

“Fine,” Loukas said, looking at me with those beautiful hazel eyes, and I looked back. I could stare at his beautiful eyes for days. There was something enchanting about it. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. This time around, he sounded like he meant it. “I’m sorry about your father too,” he said.

I looked away from him and looked towards Rotimi. He was the only one I told about my father. Rotimi smiled at me and nodded his head. “I’ve made a call to the hospital and the debt has been cleared.” “You can bury your father tomorrow,” he stated.

My eyes almost popped out of their sockets when I heard what he said. “Really?” I asked him.

“I don’t repeat words twice, Miss Hillary,” Loukas answered.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

I rolled my eyes at his attitude, but I couldn’t hate him at that moment. I smiled at him and jumped out of the chair happily. I rushed towards Rotimi and hugged him. “Thank you,” I said to him.

“I’m not the only one you should be thanking,” Rotimi said and pointed towards Loukas, who had his eyes up staring at nothing but the beautiful chandelier. I chuckled at his foolishness and headed towards him. I grabbed his left hand and he was caught unnoticed.

“What… are you?” I didn’t let him finish as I hugged him.

“Thank you so much for this!” I sniffled and hugged him pretty tight.

“What are you up to?” He inquired and attempted to push me away with his left hand, but I hugged him even tighter. I can’t breathe! Are you going to kill your patient? ” He said and pushed me away.

I let go of him and laughed. “Thank you so much for this, sir!” I vowed in my head. “I am going to make sure you get better, sir!” I promise to make sure you stand up and walk with your legs in six months! I am going to..”

“Enough!” Loukas said, “Stop promising me further promises. You are going to make me better in six months, you say? ” Loukas scoffed. “Professional physiotherapists did their best in the past, but nothing worked. You think you can change that? ” He asked.

I heaved a sigh and nodded in response. Although Loukas doesn’t believe in me yet, I wanted to show him that he could get better, and although I had never treated a patient with hemiplegia before, I knew that I could treat him and make him get better. Loukas was an egotistical man who thought that shutting people off from his life was going to make him stronger, but he got it all wrong. I believed that if he could believe in himself, he was going to get better, and I believed in that. I believed that he could get better if he believed in himself and stopped doubting the things that he could.

“I am going to make sure you get better, sir,” I promised him, and placed a hand on my chest. “Just follow my lead and you will see how everything will turn out!”

“I believe in you, Hillary,” Rotimi shouted and gave me a thumbs up.

I smiled back at him and gave him a big smile. “Thank you,” I said.

“What do you say to this, Loukas?” Rotimi asked the devil himself. Don’t you want to get better? If you are fine, then I can live my life, “Rotimi laughed, but I knew deep down that he wanted to be free. He wanted to live his life after making sure that Loukas was fine.

“You know, I’m not the one stopping you from having your life, Rotimi,” Loukas said softly. “I told you years ago that you were free to live your life as you wish, but you refused.”

“I’m not leaving your side until you get better, Lou!” Rotimi declared.

“Me too, sir!” I shouted. “Until you are better, this girl isn’t going to leave your side.” I placed my hand on my chest.

Loukas ruffled his hair and nodded in response. “Thank you both for your support and I..,.”

I chuckled, and all eyes turned on me. Loukas glared at me with his usual stern look. If only looks could kill, then I would be buried right now. “You are actually thanking us right now, Mr. Whitemore?” I asked.

Rotimi laughed and fist bumped me. He tutted and walked closer to Loukas. He placed a hand on his shoulder and pressed it gently. “Lou,” he shouted. “I must have underestimated you a lot.”

“Get your hands off me!” Loukas shouted at him and pushed his hands off his shoulder.”I’m trying to be a nice boss to my employee,” he stated, but I knew that wasn’t the truth. Deep down, Loukas was a nice man, and I knew he was hurting. I looked towards him, and I realized that he had his hazel eyes fixed on mine. We both stared at each other as if we were the only ones in the room.

“Once Hillary’s father is buried and Miles Walker is fine, then we start the therapy,” he stated without looking away from me.

I scratched my neck and looked away from him. “Thanks once again for your help,” I vowed in my head.

Loukas scoffed and nodded in response. “Whatever you do,” he paused and looked at Rotimi.

I dreaded what he was about to say. He had this powerful look that made it hard for me to make eye contact with him. “Don’t let Miles Walker die in my house,” he warned, but it didn’t end there. “If he dies in my house, I wouldn’t hesitate to turn you over to the police and you, my dear,” he tutted and tapped the desk with his fingers. “You are going to spend years in prison and I’m not going to do anything about it.”

I chuckled and folded my hands together. I had no idea that he wanted to say that. I had thought he wanted to fire me. I bowed my head and nodded in response. “Don’t worry, Mr. Whitemore, Miles will not die because I patched him well,” I said as I bowed my head for the last time. “I should go check up on him right now since I’m responsible for him. I emphasized the word “responsible” and walked out of his office. I squealed as soon as I got out of his office. I jumped and laughed. “Yes!” I said and walked down the stairs with a smile on my face.

I was finally going to bury my father.