(Author’s POV)
Myra didn’t really believe that Alaric would help her and book a flight for today. So, she took matters into her own hands and started searching for flight schedules. Soon, a soft knock on her door interrupted her actions as Alaric entered slowly.
Before she could say anything to him, he uttered, his tone sedated, "Your flight ticket has been booked for this evening. I have sent you a ssage. You can take a look."
Myra looked at him with suspicion, her eyes narrowed, ’Did he seriously book it or is this just a bluff?’ A ssage popped on the diamond studded phone as she confird, he really had booked her a ticket to Damona for today, quite unexpectedly.
She zood in on the details and studied every little word very carefully. Her attention shifted to the class section. He had booked her a seat in the business class section and the airline he has booked for her was also a luxurious and premium one.
She comnted, "There is a mistake here. An economy seat would do for ." She had planned to pay him back but this was way out of budget for her. ’Why does they have to be so extravagant all the ti?’
"Nope, that won’t do," Alaric refused her words imdiately.
"I am not asking you. Fine, if you won’t do it, I will do it myself," Myra didn’t back down.
Alaric casually ntioned, "It is non- refundable, but if you want to try, go ahead."
Myra closed her eyes in, trying to calm herself down. She took deep long breath and ca to terms with it, "Ok, give your account information. I will transfer the money."
"There is no need for that," Alaric straight away refused again.
"It is definitely needed. I don’t want to owe you anything anymore," Myra shot back.
"Do you really have to do this, huhh? I am sorry for what I did earlier." Alaric muttered softly.
"Apology not accepted. Account Number," Myra didn’t back down though conversing with Alaric was really exhausting for her.
Alaric licked his lips in frustration, ’Why does she always have to be so prideful all the ti? Can’t she just accept like it is?’
"I have sothing to attend to. I will send it to you. Janet will be handling your discharge procedure," Alaric gave in and departed her room.
Shortly after, the female doctor ca in, did a formal check up and once again advised Myra, "Ms. Miracle, are you sure you want to travel in your current state? As your doctor, my suggestion is to rest for a few days. Otherwise, your injuries might get aggravated."
"I am sure doctor. I will be fine," Myra said reassuringly with a determined look.
The doctor sighed heavily, giving in, "Ok, but you have to be extrely careful with your foot. Do not put pressure on it."
"I will rember that," Myra humd in response.
The doctor departed and the day went by quite smoothly without any more disruption.
Janet took care of her discharge and returned Myra’s luggage and essentials bag to her. Alaric didn’t co even once during that ti.
Soon, it was ti to depart for the airport. Janet took her luggage and bags while Myra walked with the help of crutches. She was relieved, she was finally leaving this place for good.
They got out of the hospital and a black Maserati was waiting for them at the gate. Janet loaded Myra’s luggage and opened the back door for her.
She was about to set her foot inside the luxurious vehicle when she saw the familiar person sitting there, reviewing so paper works. Myra’s jaw tightened but she didn’t say anything just got in.
Janet took the wheels and soon they dashed off. All throughout their journey, Alaric didn’t give her a single glance and just kept his eyes on the docunts. He was reclined elegantly, his legs crossed in a graceful manner as he was imrsed in those docunts.
Myra didn’t know what his purpose was, for joining her, but she didn’t say anything about it. She was in no mood for any confrontation.
The airport was fast approaching and Myra suddenly rembered about flight money which she had to give Alaric. She looked his way and said, rather courteously, "You haven’t giving your account number yet."
Alaric gave her a sidelong glance and returned back to his docunts, "I don’t rember it."
Myra’s mouth twitched at his blatant lie as Janet restrained herself from laughing out loud. She scooted to the other side and looked the other way not wanting to indulge with him.
After five minutes or so, they reached the airport and Myra got out of Alaric’s car with Janet’s help. Alaric looked at her, walking away, a complicated expression etched on his face.
Janet took care of all the procedure, talked to the airlines about Myra’s condition and handed Myra her boarding pass, "Ms. Miracle, have a safe journey." She turned around and about to walk of when Myra called her, "Wait, Ms. ~"
"Yes, Ms. Miracle? Do you need sothing?" Janet asked, her tone formal.
"Can you give this to Mr. Alaric Everests?" Myra handed Janet an envelope. Janet took it without question. Myra took another thing out of her pocket and said, "And this. Please return this as well."
Janet narrowed her eyes and said, "I can’t take this phone Ms. Miracle. You will be needing it."
"I have already told my family about my arrival. They will be there to get . Please," Myra shoved the phone in Janet’s hand. Janet reluctant took it.
Myra didn’t wait any second and walked away, the polite airline staff helping her with everything else. At last, Myra settled in her seat, waiting for the plane to depart.
The spacious seat was comfortable for her as she leaned backward, closing her eyes tiredly, ’Finally, it is over.’
But soon, another passenger ca in and occupied the seat which was near Myra’s.
Myra kept having an unsettling feeling as she felt dizzy. She opened her eyes to call for an air hostess when she saw the other passenger, her eyes widened, about to pop out.
"What are you doing here?" she looked at Alaric with an annoyed look.
"I am playing golf," Alaric comnted playfully. Myra glared at him. "I have so urgent business in Brulena and there was no direct flight. So~," he didn’t complete his sentence.
"Don’t you have private planes at your beck and call?" Myra said flatly.
Alaric nodded and uttered, "Yes, we have. But they are getting remodeled. So, I didn’t have any other choice." He smiled as he said that.
Myra mockingly comnted, "What a coincidence." She ignored him and looked out of the window, waiting for flight to depart.
Alaric break the deadlock, asking, "Why did you return the phone? It was purchased especially for you."
Myra kept her mouth sealed, totally shutting off him. Alaric got up, placed the phone on the desk and said, "Take it," and walked back to his seat. She still didn’t budge. She didn’t even look at him or the phone.
Soon, the announcent for departure was made and the flight took off. The journey was a silent one. Myra slept throughout the entirety of the flight and Alaric didn’t disturb her.
He just wanted to make sure she had returned safely back ho and that is why he ca with the pretense of business matters. The staff was polite and professional.
After five long hours, the flight touched down at Damona’s airport. Myra was woken up by the announcent as she felt her whole-body sour. The staff assisted her and even briefed the airport personnel about Myra.
Myra looked around and didn’t found Alaric following her. She sighed in relief and walked away.
Alaric, who was at so distance, watching her every move.
Wendy was waiting for Myra with another person. From where she was standing, she could only she Myra’s upper body and shouted, "Sis, over here. We are here."
Myra looked her way and smiled at her cheerful sister. When she saw that Sandra and William were not there with her, she exhaled a long, heavy breath, ’She kept her promise. Ohhh, I missed her so much. I missed ho.’ Her eyes turned teary.
Getting impatient, Wendy ran towards her and when she saw Myra’s foot covered with a cast and her walking with crutches, the look on Wendy’s face was horrible. She was left dumfounded. She approached Myra, "What happened to you, sis? How the fu~, how the hell did this happen?" Her voice was loud and as everyone’s attention turned towards the duo.
"Sshh, relax. I am fine. Just had a minor accident. I will tell everything in the car," Myra was a little embarrassed.
Wendy understood and took her luggage from the security personnel and thanked her. They made their way towards Yelena, one of Myra’s roommates. Myra had already briefed her about her situation and asked her for help. So, Yelena, when she saw Myra like that didn’t freak out like Wendy.
They all got inside the car and zood off.
Seeing Myra’s car dashed off, Alaric, who had been keeping an eye on her, turned around and walked inside the airport. His job, here, was over.
To Be Continued . . . . . . . .
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