CHAPTER 25- I DON''T LIKE YOU
When Little Bee heard that he wanted to talk to her she wanted to go hide somewhere; she had yet not
recovered from the shock which was given to herst night and she was sure it won''t be good if she
talked to him now. How was she supposed to avoid him now, he was connected on the phone. The
banging on the door intensified and she sunk deeper into her nket.
She hid under the bed and closed her eyes; yes she can just pretend to sleep. The maid knocked on
the door a few more times before getting restless and pushing the door open slowly to check on her.
The girl seemed to be sound asleep, draped tenderly by the nket she looked to be dead sleep. Now
she had no idea what to do so she ran down and reported that Bee was fast asleep. Ryan felt as
something was not right, he inquired, "Is she sick?"
The maid remembered how Bee was when she met her in the morning, her face was dull with her eye
bags showing up. She looked worn out and visiblycked energy; she forgot to check her temperature
but all her expressions indicated that she was unwell. The maid vigorously nodded, “Yes Yes! I think
Miss Bee is sick. Really unwell!”
Beep... Beep... Beep... And the phone was hung up without a warning. The maids were confused why
he hung up but knew it for sure that it wasn’t a good news for them. Ste kept the phone back and
looked at Lily who herself was sweating standing there, “Do you think we are in trouble?”
...
Ryan shoved his phone in his pocket and darted his eyes at Jack who was looking at him already,
“What happened, Ryan? Who was it?”
“Bee is sick.” The man directly jumped to the main point. The assistant whose mind was upied by
thought of food too well up with worry, his expressions turned serious as he asked, “What? How?” The
man couldn’t help but feel restless, he wanted to see her right now. “Get my helicopter ready, I am
leaving right now.”
Jack stood up from his seat and nodding a yes went away to make a few calls. Ryan went back to his
room to pack his stuffs; the girl was the only one upied in his mind. He was away for few days and
she ended up falling ill. The girl was really stupid, she didn’t knew how to take care of herself.
After he was done with packing his stuffs which were nothing but few clothes and ammunition;
meanwhile the time he was waiting he smoked two whole sticks out of anxiety. It didn’t take long for
Jack to show up, “The helicopter is ready, we can leave right now.”
...
Bee was sitting on her bed flyingzily the paper nes she made; after she pretended to be sleeping
no one showed up nor disturbed her. It was hitting half past twelve, her stomach was rumbling out of
hunger but like before, she had no will to eat. She sat there trying her best to do things and keep
herself distracted from thinking about him. Bee thought to herself that Ryan said that he will be back in
two days to keep her heart, without knowing that the man was already in New Orleans and was just
minutes away from home she stood up on the bed determined.
“No, why am I hiding out? Why am I sad?” She voiced out, “I am not afraid of him; I... I am not
ashamed. Why should I be? I wasn’t in love with him. No... No no no! He is a fool and I can easily
forget him.”
“Yes, Bee... You can...” Bee draped the nket around her and a kerchief around her forehead. She
jumped off the bed and stumbled on the floor before stabilizing herself; she corrected the draped
nket and started walking, imagining herself on a stage addressing people holding banners of her
name. She was in the world of her own fantasies, ying to herself, “Prince Charming... No no!
Change the address... Change it... MR. NEGUYEN! Yes, Mr. Neguyen will be only back by the
weekends and I will have plenty of time to forget him.”
She hugged herself and ran around, picked up few paper nes and rolled them into a stick like
structure. Pretending it to be a sword she swung it in the air ying to herself; with a tone as
determined as a knight she said “When hees I will be one dope girl who moved on. I will look at his
face and say- I DON''T LIKE YOU, MR. NEGUYEN... YOU ARE ONE..."
Kachak... She heard her door being pushed open; with the nket still draped around her and her
''sword'' still up in the air she threw a devil may care nce at the familiar figure which was standing at
the door. She must say she felt the Earth being pulled off her feet when she discovered his handsome
physique standing at her door.
Ryan''s ridended just ten minutes ago and without wasting another second he drove himself as fast
as possible back home. He didn''t even change his shoes as he directly headed upstairs to check on
her. He was told that she was ill and thus he chose not to knock on the door and disturb her sleep but
little did he know that he would witness her doing all fine.
The two like the other day stopped and stared at each other; while one was calm and collected the
other was having a mental breakdown. Bee felt her whole body go numb, why was he here. Wasn''t he
supposed to be in Houston and even if he wasing back... Didn''t he say he will be back in two days
which is tomorrow; why was he here now?
Bee was unable to decide how was she supposed to react- was she to get angry, start crying or just be
her happy go lucky self. She had not yet even practiced her expressions properly...
While the girl was squeezing her head to find a way out the man had his eyes scanning the whole room
thoroughly; she and the ce she was living both were a mess.
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"Why are you wearing a nket?" He asked in his usual emotionless tone. Bee looked at herself and
snapped back to reality, she was making a total fool out of herself and that was the matter of her
biggest concern. She dropped her sword and started pulling herself off the nket,ining, "Mr.
Nguyen, don''t you know how to knock? That was... Aaah... Really rude of you toe inside without a
warning."
Ryan lifted an eyebrow and saw her struggling to remove her tangled sheet, he took a step to help her
saying, "Let me help..." But to his surprise the girl stepped away from him. He stopped on his tracks
and threw her a questioning nce. Bee avoiding to look into his eyes replied, "Np, I am fine, Mr.
Neguyen."