Hugh decided that it would be best if I went home to Gran for a while. He told me to ponder on what I would want to pursue if I get into university. While I was at it, I should be preparing for my application. He also wanted me to have some fun and that I should keep my mind off from thinking about Pierce which was absolutely impossible to do.
So I listened and went back to Connecticut to visit my grandmother. When I stepped into Gran's house, I couldn't stop hearing her complain about my health.
"My goodness! Why haven't you been eating?" Grumbling, I still hadn't gained an appetite to eat. The first thing she did when I arrived was to cook me a meal.
"Gran, I'm really not hungry." I tried to tell her.
"Nonsense. Why is Pierce not feeding you? Is he giving you a hard time at work? I swear if that boy is not taking care of you..."
"Gran..." I interjected. "I'm just stressed out. Don't worry about me." I knew she didn't believe me. She had a way with things. Either she was psychic or Hugh had told her everything before I went to ran off to Gran.
"I'm always worried about you, dear." She placed a plate of Spaghetti Bolognese in front of me. "Now, eat." I really didn't feel hungry. When I looked up, she was giving me a commanding glare to pick up a fork and feed myself. I decided against rolling my eyes at her, knowing that they were just worried about me. I picked up a utensil and twirled the pasta around my fork then put it in my mouth. Gran was smiling brightly at me and encouraged me to eat some more. I gave her a small smile as I forced myself to chew. The food tasted bland since I still hadn't gained my appetite back.
"I don't know what's going on with you but Hugh told me you needed a vacation. You can stay as long as you want. Now, I have to go. Ed is taking me to play bingo. You'll be alright by yourself for a few hours?" Only noticing that Gran was dressed for a date, she was wearing a periwinkle dress with floral embroidery. She picked up her purse and coat as she started to head out. Eyeing me one last time, I fed myself with more spaghetti to keep her satisfied that I was finally eating.
"Gran, I'll be fine." I assured her.
She nodded and said, "Make sure to finish all of it." With one final look, she closed the door behind her. I looked at my plate and only a quarter of the food was eaten. Pushing my plate back, I stood up and I covered the spaghetti with cling wrap and placed it inside the refrigerator. I would get back to it later.
I went to the living room and mindlessly watched some television, falling asleep instantly. When I woke up, the house was already dark. Gran was still not home. I wondered what time it was. Wiping my eyes with the back of my hand, I heard my phone ringing. I rummaged through my bag to find it.
"Hello?" I answered the call without looking at the caller ID.
"Olivia..." A woman on the other line sobbed as she called out to me. "It's Deb... Pierce..." She couldn't continue from crying too much. I worried about her and wondered what she was trying to say about Pierce.
"Deb, calm down. I'm here." I reassured her. "What's the matter?"
When she had calmed down, she was still sniffling. "Oh Olivia, I'm such a terrible mother. He knows..." She started to cry again. I knew she told me about this when we were London but back then I had no idea what she was rambling about.
After a while she started to speak again. "H-he came by my house and started yelling at me. He just left. I don't know what to do. He's so angry." She continued to cry on the other line.
He was back in London? I worried that he would do something stupid or worse. "I'm so sorry. I can't help you, Deb. We're not speaking right now." I told her with so much sadness in my voice. As much as I wanted to do something for them, I couldn't.
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The Other CEO | ✓Romance
||PUBLISHED UNDER POP FICTION BOOKS|| ♥The Wattys 2014 People's Choice Award♥ Olivia Bailey was happily working as the personal assistant of Wilson Alexander, the owner, and CEO of Alexander Corporation, when he suddenly died of heart failure. Grie...