Be My Wifey Or Lose Your Job

The same day. In the mid – night.

256797u.

256797u.

256797u.

That was what my kind kept reciting as I woke up to the beeping sound and opened my eyes to see I was in a room painted in my white.

“Janelle!?.. Doctor!… doctor!… She’s awake….”someone yelled and I shut my eyes and adjusted on the bed.

“Huh?, Janelle?.”that was George’s voice.

I opened my eyes and saw him in blurred vision leaning over me.

“George.”I mumbled and shut my eyes again.

My head is hurting so much.

“Hey, are you alright?..”he touched my arm.

I opened my eyes again and this time, they were cleared so u could see him properly.

I stared at him for a long time.

He came to my side and sat down on the little space.

Then, I finally spoke up.

“It… it hurts, George.”I muffled a cry.

“So much..”I added and winced as a sharp pain hit my head.

“I know.. I know. Just stop talking, okay?. Don’t stress your self out too much…”he replied and sniffed in.

“Do.. do you know who might have done this to you?…”he asked.

I shook my head negatively.

“Why did you go alone?.. Itold you not to go out without guards and the driver. Now, look at what you’ve done to yourself. You just never listen to me!.”he said and a tear slipped down his eyes.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

The door swing opened and Beck and mom rushed in with a doctor.

“Here… she’s… she’s awake..”mom stuttered breathlessly.

The doctor asked George to move aside and he did.

He came and placed his stethoscope on my chest and closed his eyes.

“What do you see?.., is she fine?..”Beck asked worriedly.

“A minute.”the doc muttered.

Then, he opened his eyes and stood properly.

“She’s fine, but, she needs alot of rest. Don’t let her stress her self too much. She’s badly injured up there.”he explained and pointed to my head.

“One of you should come to my office so I will prescribe the drugs she would be using for you.”he added then left.

Beck moved to my and started examining my body.

“Oh, who did this to you?..”

“I… have no idea.”

“No idea, at all?.”

I cogitated for a minute.

“Wait. Could it be her?.”I asked still unsure.

“Her?.”they all chorused.

“Who is her?.”George asked.

“The girl that sent Evelyn to destroy my wedding dress.. could it be her?.”

“Wait, ion get. Someone tried to destroy your wedding dress and you’re just telling me?.”George scoffed.

“No.. no, it can never be her.”Beck shook her head.

“At least, I believe she can’t go up to this level.”she said.

“Okay!, you’re all driving me crazy. Who is this *her* you all talking about.”George asked.

“My friend’s daughter, Pamela.”Beck replied.

“So if I heard you well, this girl sent someone to destroy your wedding dress and you’re thinking she’s the one that did this to you, right?.”he asked me and I nodded.

“So you didn’t deem it fit to tell me, huh?. The girl she sent, is she the one you fired?.”

I nodded.

He took in a deep breath and brushed his face down with his palm.

“We will get on with this later. Let me go make some calls.”he said and turned to leave.

“No, George. Wait please… let me find out about this myself.. I will go call her mom now and made some enquires about it from her and..”

“Do you think a murderer will call herself a murderer?.”George fumed.

“I…”

“Mom!.”George called grumpily.

“I will take care of it. You just sit and watch!.”

“No. You don’t shout on me young man.”she scolded.

“You stay here with your wife while I go make the call.”she added and left.

Mom sighed and also left.

Remaining both of us.

George sighed sharply and ruffled his hair.

“George.”I called.

He didn’t give any response.

“George, please…”I begged.

He sighed and turned to me then came to my side.

“I’m.. I’m sorry. I.. I thought it..”I said and coughed.

“Do you want me to bring some water?.”he asked but I shook my head.

“I’m fine.”

“Just please, stop talking, okay?..”he pleaded.

I smiled lightly.

“I can never stop talking because my job is all about talking.”

“Oh, come-on. How can you joke at a time like this?.”he scoffed.

I grab his hand and started playing with his fingers.

“George.”I called and he hummed a reply.

“Don’t you think it’s high time you forgive this man?. I mean.. he probably stole because he doesn’t want his daughter to lack what others has. Besides, you’re all fine, not affected with what he stole and..”

“No, Janelle.”he interrupted and I glanced up at him.

“I can’t let this slip by. I…”

“Then, will you keep seeing me get hurt?, huh?. Is that better?.”I said loudly.

He furrowed his brows and he balled his hand which I held in a fist.

“Is this all about the case?. Were you hurt because of the case.”he asked.

His eyes has turned red.

“I.. think so. 256797u. That’s the plate number of the car that hit us.”I revealed.

He took his hand from mine slowly and gazed at me.

“Are you sure?..”he asked and I nodded.

“What about the girl? The little one, is she alright?.”I asked and he nodded then he sprang up.

“Yes.”

“Where are you going?.”

“I will report the number to the police so they could start finding the person.”he responded.

“One more thing, George.”I quickly said before he could move out.

“Do you need anything?.”

“The trial.. I would love to handle it tommorow.”

“But..”

“Please. I just… want to do something. I won’t be long.”

“You can’t. You’re wounded and.. you can’t move around like this.”

“Please…?..”I drawled…

“What is it you have to do anyway.”

“Something. Very important. Probably the best for us all.”

#

*Next morning.

George moved me inside the passenger seat and he also entered.

“How are you feeling, ma’am.”Ren asked and I glared at him.

“I will break your head after this for breaking my friend’s heart. The best you can do is cheating on her, right?.”I said angrily.

His eyes widened and I heard him gasped.

“Just drive.”I ordered.

He ignited his engine and drove out of the hospital’s garage.

I didn’t miss the shocked look on his face in the rearview mirror.

George drop my head on his shoulder and brushed my hair back slowly.

“I hope what you have to do works out.”he whispered in my ears huskily.

I nodded.

*

Ren drove inside the embassy and went to park the car in the lots.

George assisted me in getting down from the car.

My eyes scoured all the cars in its own accord.

We started moving towards the building but I suddenly stopped and glanced back.

“Is something wrong?.”George questioned.

I scoured the cars again and now, I saw it again.

256797u.

On a car.

*