Chapter 212: Sincerity


    Arabe’s cellphone rang again.


    It was an unknown number.


    ‘William… No! Please no!’


    She felt tensed up. Her nervousness was eating her up and her breathing became erratic.


    “Arabe, are you, okay?” John asked worriedly.


    She smirked and managed to put up a smile at John.


    John wasn’t her close friend.


    They only knew each other because of Lira.


    For some unexinable reason, she could see William Zimmer in his aura.


    Maybe because of his smile or maybe she was just imagining things.


    She didn’t know what to think of so she decided to make an alibi to get out of the ce.


    “John, I have to answer this call and I have to go back to work so I have to excuse myself,” Arabe


    uttered politely.


    It was absurd that she had this kind of feeling for John.


    What if she was wrong? It’s not fair if she would treat him poorly because of his baseless doubt.


    “Are you sure you’re, okay?” John asked her again.


    “Yeah,” Arabe smirked cutely.


    “Okay. Nice to meet you here and see you again.” John said wearing his bright smile.


    “See you.” Arabe nodded at him then quickly escaped the ce.


    She had no n to go back to the office.


    As she kept on walking in another direction, her cellphone kept on ringing.


    As it rings, her hand shivered tremendously.


    Until she was already annoyed running scared.


    ‘This should stop!’


    “Listen to me, William. If you are really William Zimmer…Take your medicine and forget about me!” She


    answered and bombarded the caller.


    “Arabe...It’s me, Eric… Eric Grant.” The caller’s voice was shocked.


    “Oh! Sorry.” Arabe could only mutter. She was ashamed of her behavior then she heaved a sigh of


    relief.


    “Did I hear it right? Someone is threatening you?” Eric’s voice was worried.


    “Hmmm…” Arabe was caught in the middle of uncertainty.


    She was not also close to Eric.


    How could she share her problem with him?


    “It’s…. I…. never mind.” She tried but she staggered.


    “Where are you now?” Eric asked worried and serious.


    “I… I’m in the street.” Arabe answered.


    “Send me your location. I wille to you.” Eric quickly ordered then dropped the call without waiting


    for her approval.


    He seemed to be very worried for her.


    Arabe was caught again in the middle of uncertainty.


    She didn’t know what to do with Eric Grant though she saw a friend in him from the first day they met.


    He helped her find the lost billion-worth ne.


    He consoled her in the hotel lobby when she had a problem with Bill Sky.


    Admittedly, Eric pacified her with hispany that night.


    Maybe because they share the same interest in ying the piano that’s why she appreciated his


    Arabe didn’t know what to think.


    Eric was asking for her location.


    Is she going to send it?


    She heaved a sigh of frustration as she hailed a cab absentmindedly.


    “To the nearest park, please.” She said to the driver.


    Yes!


    She had to find a breather and think for a while.


    She didn’t want to go back to the office nor go back to Bill’s house.


    After she reached the park, she sat on the bench under a big tree.


    The fresh air in the park was a healer. It relieved her from anxiety that she forgot everything for a while.


    Then she closed her eyes enjoying the moment of peacefulness in the park.


    After a few minutes, her cellphone rang again.


    She slowly opened her eyes.


    It was Eric.


    “Gosh!” She muttered in the air.


    She had forgotten him.


    Arabe was about to decline his offer as she didn’t want to bother him.


    When she was about to answer the call, her eyesnded on the white rose beside her.


    She was sure there was no flower on the bench when she sat there earlier.


    Her spikes instantly lifted.


    With a shivering hand, she got the white rose and read the message on the small card attached to it.


    ‘You look beautiful today. W’


    Arabe’s eyes widened and dropped the white rose.


    Her heartbeat was crazily pumping fast while she looked around.


    She could not be mistaken.


    This white rose and the message from W, the man was William Zimmer.


    William was stalking her even before.


    Even when she was living in country N.


    This can’t be!


    She was getting paranoid as her nervousness was surging up.


    Eric was calling her again.


    Without wasting any time, Arabe answered the call.


    “Eric, I’m in the Central Park.” Arabe quickly answered.


    “I’m near the area. I’m on my way now.” Eric replied quickly.


    Arabe was uneasy walking near the pick-up spot as her eyes were still wandering around.


    She left the rose on the bench and her mind was upied with W.


    It stands for William Zimmer.


    She had thought of it before and now it was confirmed.


    William Zimmer was watching her for a long time.


    She couldn’t believe it.


    She thought William’s family was taking care of him.


    She was at peace thinking that William was already mentally okay as she closed that part of her life


    with William.


    “Get in.” In just a quick minute, she heard Eric’s voice.


    She was snapped back to her senses and quickly went inside Eric’s car.


    Eric drove swiftly away from the ce.


    “What happened there?” Eric asked worriedly.


    “It’s a long story.” She heaved a deep breath.


    “I’m willing to listen,” Eric said coherently.


    Arabe looked at the man who was full of sincerity.


    His expression made her calm.


    She felt she had found another reliable friend in Eric’s personality.


    His sincerity for her was shown all over him.


    It made her feel like talking and sharing everything with him.


    She heaved a heavy sigh again.


    Eric brought her to a restaurant with a view of the sea.


    The ce was very rxing for the soul.


    She had forgotten everything again for a while.


    “Thanks for bringing me here,” Arabe said full of gratitude.


    “Don’t mention it,” Eric replied.


    “How do you know this ce? It’s very beautiful. If I am not mistaken, you are not from Capital Z.” She


    heard it in the charity event before.


    Eric smiled cutely at her.


    His smile was warm and she knew girls would go crazy over his smile.


    “I’m actually from here. This ce belongs to my grandfather. When he died, I feel I ought to keep this


    ce.” Eric said in a gloomy but light tone.


    His expression told her he missed his grandpa.


    “Oh, sorry.” Arabe sounded full of sincerity.


    “It’s fine. I’m d you like it here.” Eric smiled and gave her a chamomile tea.


    Arabe was surprised by Eric’s revtion.


    What a small world!


    First, he was the uncle of Ivan, Adam’s friend.


    Are they really bound to meet each other again?


    Is Eric bound to be her friend?


    “If I may ask, are you staying here for good?” Arabe was actually curious about what he was doing in


    Capital Z.


    Eric looked at her seriously and smiled.


    “For now, I’m here for a project.” He answered. His businessman demeanor was strongly written all


    over his face.


    “Oh…” Arabe muttered satisfied with his answer. “Why did you call me earlier? Where did you get my


    number by the way?” She remembered Eric called her first.


    “I’m sorry. I had to hire someone to get your number.” Eric said jokingly while scratching his head like a


    kid who had done something naughty and he knew it.


    Arabe couldn’t help to smile.


    How could she forget how billionaire works?


    It seemed her nervousness dissipated with Eric.


    “It’s totally fine. I should be the one saying sorry. I am just too busy to call you.” Arabe apologized.


    “No… It’s just fine. I called because I have to ask you a very important favor.” Eric stated though he


    seemed hesitant to tell her.


    “Come on! I’m all ears.” Arabe lightened up the mood.


    Eric heaved a sigh before he continued talking.


    “Arabe, Ivan is my only nephew. He has no parents. The kid suffered a lot that he built a wall with the


    people around him. Ivan has been undergoing therapy for a long time but his development is so little.”


    Eric’s expression became gloomy.


    Arabe saw Eric’s sincere thoughts towards his nephew.


    “What can I help you with, Eric?” Without any hesitation, she was very eager to help.


    “When he met Adam, he seemed to change. Your son is always in his stories and I’m d about it.”


    “Arabe, sorry for this trouble but I want to ask your permission if Adam could visit Ivan in the house


    during weekends or even during Saturdays. This is per the advice of his psychiatrist. Adam''s good


    influence would allow Ivan to slowly ept his situation and the people around him.”


    “But of course… It’s still up to you as his mother.” Eric said with full of hesitation.


    “Please know that I don’t want to put you any pressure….”


    “Eric, please. You are not. Adam will be very happy with that.” Arabe cut him.


    She knew her son, Adam.


    He would help Ivan without asking him.


    She was also d that finally, Adam had real friends.


    Hearing Arabe, Eric’s expression turned bright.


    “Thank you! I am not wrong asking for your help.” Driven by his excitement, Eric immediately hugged


    Arabe.


    Arabe was stunned for a while.


    Eric seemed to quickly notice his action and he pulled himself out.


    “I… I’m very sorry.” He uttered like, he had lost himself for a while.


    Arabe released a smile to break the awkwardness that was about to fill in the air.


    Eric smiled at her too then theyughed together.


    Maybe she was bound to bump Eric today.


    Then, silence invaded for a moment.


    “Arabe…” Eric broke the silence.


    She met Eric’s serious eyes.


    “I know, you don’t want to talk about it but please let me also help you,” Eric said sincerely.


    Arabe looked at him without anything to say.


    “About your words earlier when I called. Who is William? Is he threatening you? I’m worried. You know


    I can help you.” Eric added with full of sincerity.


    He seemed angry with the person they were talking about.


    Arabe heaved. She was reminded of her problem as her nervousness appeared again.


    “William is an old friend but he turned out to be a stalker.” She helplessly stated.


    Eric folded his arms up to his chest and his bright expression changed into a serious one.


    Arabe told everything to Eric.


    She was even surprised that she shared these things with Eric.


    A person she just newly met.


    “Don’t worry. That William could not touch even a single strand of your hair.” Eric said firmly while his


    eyes became darker.


    “Your words made me calm.” She could not deny Eric''s words made her feel safe.


    “Don’t worry.” Eric tapped Arabe’s shoulder to console her.


    “Don’t you dare touch my wife!” Suddenly, a man roared behind them.


    “Bill?” Arabe was shocked to see him.


    How did he know her location?


    Bill’s expression was dangerous as he quickly stormed closer to them.


    They stood quickly but Bill was fast to reach Eric’s cor and in just a quick second, Bill gave Eric a


    heavy blow.


    The waiters came quickly to rescue Eric but Eric lifted his hand to stop them.


    He looked at them signaling them to go back to their work.


    “This is just a warning.” Bill red at Eric then he quickly grabbed Arabe.


    “Bill, you are so wrong!” Arabe shouted sympathizing with Eric.


    Eric smiled and nodded at her sending her a message that he was fine.


    Bill dragged her inside his car.


    Arabe felt Bill’s intense anger.


    She’s prepared for it.


    Bill entered the car with a controlled temper.


    “Why are you with that man?” He asked. His eyes were dangerous.


    Arabe felt terrified. More terrified when William called her.


    “We just talk,” Arabe answered with her heart beating fast.


    “Hmmm…” Bill muttered nodding.


    She knew this kind of expression. He was not satisfied.


    Bill drove the car furiously.


    He never talked anymore during the trip.


    When they reached the mansion, Bill dragged her directly into their room.


    Trishia and Kelly were shocked by the scene.


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    It was obvious that the couple had a problem that made them happy.


    Trishia went up to eavesdrop on the situation.


    “Now, talk!” Bill demanded. His sharp eyes were pierced into her.


    “I told you, Eric Grant was just asking for a favor. He wanted Adam to help his nephew as he was


    undergoing therapy.” Arabe exined.


    “That’s ame excuse!” Bill’s voice got loud. “He just wanted to be with you,” Bill added.


    “For what possible reason?” Arabe already felt annoyed with him.


    “He likes you! Simple as that! Don’t be so na?ve.” Bill answered like she was the dumbest person in the


    world who had not noticed it.


    “Bill, he is just asking for help!” Arabe corrected him. “You know what, enough for this conversation.


    This is getting nowhere.” She added while she strode in the bathroom’s direction but Bill quickly


    grabbed her wrist.


    “You are mine! Do you understand?” Bill looked at her like he was seeking her soul then he rested his


    forehead on her like he found his calm with her then he hugged her tightly.


    They both found their calm.


    On the other side of the door, Trishia heard everything.


    ‘Eric Grant? The billionaire? What kind of luck do you have Arabe?’ She gritted her teeth in anger but


    after a while, she smiled wickedly.