5 Can't stop thinking about her

"Devin, I want you to be honest with me," she said. "Where did Ethan go today? I checked your flight and you arrived in LA, in the afternoon. I checked the office, but both of you weren't there, I came to the house, but Auntie Garcia told me, he hadn't returned," she narrated.

"What's going on? You're his right-hand man, you know everything about him, where he goes, who he's with. So, don't you dare lie to me. Where did he go!" she ordered.

Before he could tell her anything, his phone rung. He stepped aside to pick up the phone.

"Hello Sir, I will do just that," he kept the call before he walked back to where Chloe stood.

"Ma'am, Mr Urkel asked me to send you home. This way, please," he requested as he gestured to her with his hand that was stretched out, directing her to walk towards the car. Chloe sighed.

She knew, he wouldn't tell her anything. But, it didn't kill to try her luck, maybe he would be considerate and tell her what she wanted to know. But anyway, it didn't matter. She would find out the truth in her own way.

Walking alongside him, she got into the car. Ethan stood at the window as he watched the car drive out of the mansion and into the dark. She was gone. He sighed. The day had been long for him and the drama with Chloe drained all his strength.

He waltzed to the master bedroom and shut the door close. He took off his bloody clothes and put them in the laundry basket. He wrapped the lower part of his body with a white towel and went into the bathroom for a cold shower.

The woman's beautiful face popped up in his head. He could think of nothing else but the woman he met, today. He felt like something, a force was drawing him to her. No matter how hard he tried to get rid of the wild thoughts that ran through his mind, it just didn't work out.

He took a deep breath, as he frustratedly ran his fingers through his wet hair. He stayed in the bathroom, unmoving like a statue , as the cold water continued to flow from his head to toe, washing away the blood stains from his body. Few minutes later, he walked out of the bathroom, while wiping off the water that dripped from his hair down to his face.

Soon, he was done. He went straight to the dining table to have his dinner. Auntie Garcia had prepared fried rice and roasted spicy chicken, his favorite meal. She had taken it upon herself, to take good care of Ethan, since his mother's death. She knew absolutely everything about him. She could feel that from the moment he walked into the mansion, something was deeply bothering him. The blood stains earlier, that was on his pullneck didn't escape her eyes.

'What really happened! Who's blood was it!' As these thoughts ran through her mind, she watched him from the kitchen window and she saw him take a few bites of his meal before he placed the spoon back on the plate. When she could no longer hold her curiosity, she walked to him.

"Sir, are you okay," she asked, her voice conveying that of a worried mother.

"I'm fine, Garcia," was all he said. However, auntie Garcia wasn't giving in to his response.

"Sir, if there is something bothering you, I'm always here for you," she told him. Ethan sighed. Was it too obvious?

"I know, Garcia. And, I appreciate your concern," he simply said. "But, there's nothing wrong with me, I'm fine," he added.

"Okay," she sighed before walking back to her duty post. She were still not convinced by his response. There was something disturbing him. She would have loved to help him in any way she could. She would have loved to know what was bothering him, maybe she could provide a solution. But, she couldn't force him to share his problems with her?

She had taken a few steps, heading to the kitchen before she halted in her footsteps, when she heard him speak.

"Wait, Garcia." She turned around and walked back to him.

"Do you need anything, sir?" she asked him as soon as she was standing next to him. Ethan glanced at her before he replied,

"No, Garcia," He really wanted to speak about it with someone. Someone who would tell him what to do. Probably, she was the right person he needed. Maybe, she could give him the solution he needed.

"Sit down, Garcia," he told her, as he gestured to her with his hand, to take a sit, opposite him. Auntie Garcia, without wasting much time, drew the chair, before she sat down.

"There is something I want to ask you," he said

"What is it, sir," she asked, a worried frown evidenced on her face. She was concerned for him. He took a deep breath before he leaned forward and placed his arms on the table while he intertwined his hands.

"How do you tell if a person is in love," he asked her and waited patiently for her response. Auntie Garcia was a little taken back by his sudden question.

"Um, you feel a genuine rush or high when you think about them. You can't get them out of your head, you experience sleeplessness and loss of appetite," she informed him.

Ethan listened carefully to her words. He couldn't stop thinking about her. He had lost his appetite. Did this mean.....he had actually fallen in love with her? He sighed.

"Thank you, Garcia. You can go back to what you were doing," he said before he stood up and aped up the stairs heading to his study room. Auntie Garcia was still trying to process what his question was all about. 'Had he fallen in love?' she thought.

Meanwhile, inside the study room, Ethan sat on his desk. There was something about the little woman, something unique. He just couldn't stop thinking about her. And this feeling disturbed him. Holding the phone, he dialed a number.

"Hello, Devin," he spoke, as soon as the call went through.

"Investigate the woman we met today. Find out who she is, where she's from. I want every detail about her, on my desk, tomorrow morning," he ordered and kept the call afterwards.