Love Worth Fighting For

Chapter 35: Panic

“Nonsense,” Christian pouts viciously. “What era is this Elena? Still believe in ghosts!”

Elana pursed her lips, regretting her actions of just explaining her reason for being afraid of the hospital. “Everyone has their own fears, sir. And you have no right to talk like that.”

“Ok I agree with what you said that everyone has their own fears, but is afraid of ghosts in hospitals. Oh My God... that’s the very last thing I will believe, when everyone is already competing to think about how to live on Mars you still say there’s a ghost in the hospital. Come on, Elena.”

Talking to someone like Christian about such things is pointless. Christian always put forward rationalism, not mystical things called Elena.

“Ok, stop your nonsense story. Now you go to your room and rest stubborn girl, come down when dinner comes,” Christian says coldly.

Although the goal is to order Elena to sleep, Christian’s choice of words is really too painful for someone who is still sick like Elena to hear.

“Where will you go if I sleep, sir?” asked Elena subconsciously, seconds after Elena cursed herself for having said the wrong thing.

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Christian tilts his head. “Of course work, what else can I do? Looking for ghosts in the hospital?”
“Sir!”

“Don’t argue anymore, hurry back to your room. Don’t let me change my mind and force you to work until you pass out again,” Christian shooed back.

Elena who has no other choice is forced to obey Christian’s orders, after all she really needs time to sleep too. The headache still hadn’t completely gone plus the effects of the medicine she took before she was discharged from the hospital had started to work and Elena couldn’t possibly hold it in.

“Then excuse me, sir. See you tonight at dinner,” said Elena politely.

Because Christian never gave a response, Elena finally decided to immediately walk to the elevator that had just opened to go up to her room.

“You annoying Night King, I’m really sorry I said good-bye to him,” Elena said to herself when the elevator had brought her up to her room, all this time Elena had nicknamed Christian by the name of Night King, the antagonist from one of her favorite serial characters. Game of Thrones. It was this man’s rude and cold attitude that made Elena call him the antagonist in her favorite series.

As soon as the elevator stopped at the destination floor, Elena immediately exited the narrow space and rushed to her room. Elena didn’t want to faint again, Elena really wasn’t ready to accept all the annoying sneers from her boss if she fainted again. After a difficult struggle, Elena managed to arrive in front of her room which was right in front of Christian’s room. Using a black key card, Elena managed to enter her room safely. Not long after the door to Elena’s room closed, a man dressed in black and white immediately ran towards the elevator and got into it.

After successfully kicking Elena to rest, Christian then rushes to the restaurant to continue his other work. Christian, who doesn’t like to be disturbed while working, decides to sit at a table at the far end, the least favorite spot in the restaurant because of the limited space he has.

As soon as he lands his ass on the chair, Christian immediately opens his smart tablet and gets to work. Even though he is really far from Luxembourg, Christian is still responsible for his duties as a leader. There are millions of souls whose welfare must be considered. Not long after Christian sat down, a waiter came to take Christian’s order. When putting down the glass of wine Christian ordered, the male waiter nodded his head slowly giving Christian a code. Christian who understands the non-verbal code that has just been given to him, then reaches into his shirt pocket, he takes out three hundred dollar bills and immediately gives them to the waiter who is not far from him without changing his facial expression.

“Th-this is a lot, sir.”

Christian’s smile. “Think of it as a blessing to your wife and children at home.”

The waiter’s eyes filled with tears at Christian’s words. “How do you know I’m married, sir?” asked the waiter timidly.

“My dad, he also wears the same ring as you,” Christian replies quietly, mentioning his father who hasn’t spoken to him in almost three years which makes Christian’s chest tighten a little. Suri’s disappearance has really brought warmth to the Clarke family.

The waiters wiped his tears quickly, this was the first time a hotel guest had spoken to him so kindly. Not wanting to interrupt, the waiter immediately said goodbye from Christian’s presence after thanking him for the fourth time.

Christian takes a deep breath as the waiter who brought him the wine leaves. “What a hassle,” Christian says quietly.

Christian’s concentration returns to his digital tablet screen, the movement of the numbers displayed on the digital screen makes Christian smile. The sale of limited edition jewelry from Clarke House of Jewel which was just launched yesterday ran out in less than six hours and this is a new record for the company after last season managed to finish all the items on display in six and a half hours.



Christian’s slender fingers slowly feel his digital screen, which is wallpapered with a beautiful photo of Suri who was once a model from one of the best collections of Clarke House of Jewel five years ago. Although the photo was never published on Jack’s direct order, Jack, who didn’t like Suri to be a model or the like, felt uncomfortable when he saw many eyes staring at Suri’s beautiful face and body when she became a model. That’s why even though the photo shoot resulted in many great photos of Suri, they never spread out. Jack kept it to himself as a treasured collection.

Suri, who at that time was sure that she would become a model for one of her family’s jewelry collections, had to swallow her disappointment when her photo didn’t appear on a big billboard in the middle of Luxembourg, an angry Suri finally broke down to talk to her father and held a demonstration by choosing to flee to Luxembourg. Followed her brother secretly without informing anyone of her departure, including her mother. Jack and Anne at that time almost went crazy when they didn’t find Suri in Geneva, they almost mobilized Interpol to look for Suri if Christian had not informed them of Suri’s whereabouts in Luxembourg. How devastated and hurt the husband and wife were during these three years, losing a daughter who was cared for with endless love.

“My dear sister, where are you now?” Christian said hoarsely with a tight chest. “Come home honey, we all miss you. Miss you so much... sister, miss you my beautiful Suri Mireya Clarke.”

Areez, who had just arrived at the restaurant where Christian was at, immediately turned to look for the source of the voice that had just said Suri’s full name, although she didn’t remember Suri’s last name, Areez knew that Suri’s name was Suri Mireya.

“What is it?” Aldrich asked, confused seeing Areez like a madman in the restaurant.

Areez’s breath rose and fell. “No, nothing. I have to call the house, I want to see Mira’s condition.”