9 Gradually losing him

Beverly hills

Chloe sat on the sofa, like a princess as she swayed her legs from left to right while holding a glass of wine in her hand. Her eyes were bloodshot due to the hangover. Across her, sat a lady in her early 20s basically of the same age with Chloe. She was her best friend, Ann. Although, the previous night, Chloe was drunk, she could vividly recall what had happened that night.

She could remember the argument she had with her brother, Jayden. She had spoken to him in a manner that she had never done before. But, one thing she was sure about, she meant every word she said to him. She would never give up on Ethan for anything in this world. But, that wasn't the issue at hand. Her main problem was Ethan.

She was gradually losing him. She needed to do something and very fast before it became too late. This morning when she woke up, after she had her breakfast, she invited Ann to come over to their mansion. She needed someone to talk to, someone who would advice her on what to do, and that person was her best friend, Ann.

"Thanks for coming, dear," said Chloe, in a low soft voice. "Care for a drink?" she asked as she prepared to call for the maid to serve her a drink, but Ann was quick to stop her.

"Don't worry Chloe, I'm cool," Ann replied stopping her from calling out to the maid.

"Are you sure?" asked Chloe, her forehead wrinkled expressing her doubt. She didn't want to seem like a bad friend, who invited her best friend over and didn't care to offer her anything.

"Without a shadow of doubt," added Ann, while she smiled genuinely at her.

"Okay, if that's the case, then I guess I won't force you," replied Chloe while she sighed deeply.

"So, tell me. Why did you ask me to come over this early morning? And, why did you sound like you were worried about something?" asked Ann a little bit worried for her friend.

"Ann, something happened between Ethan and I," she told her while she continued to sip her wine.

"What happened? Did you have a quarrel, again?" she blurted out.

"Sort of," answered Chloe cautiously. Ann sighed before she leaned back on the sofa. She had guessed it. Of course, what else could it be, if not 'Ethan did this Ethan did that' she always complained to her.

"So, what was the argument all about?"

"Yesternight, he came home late. I asked him, where he went to and why he didn't bother to pick up my calls when I called him," she narrated. "He told me to my face, that he didn't love me, he never did. He only took me as his sister which I already knew." Ann nodded her head as she listened to her complains. At this time, Chloe was like a child complaining to her mother after she failed to get a candy, while Ann listened to her complains.

"But, that's not the main reason why I called you hear," she added. "This morning when I woke up, I remembered that I saw something on his pull neck. I didn't give much thought to it, probably, because I was caught up in the argument,"

"This morning, it crossed my mind, and it seemed to have been blood on his pullneck!" Ann, on the other hand, listened carefully to her friend's part of the story, and from time to time she nodded her head.

"Did you notice any injury on any part of his body?" Ann asked, immediately after Chloe was done narrating her story.

"No, he didn't have any injury because if he did, I would have noticed," said Chloe.

"Something must have happened," Ann added, making up a conclusion.

"Yeah, something definitely happened. That is why I called you here. What do you think, I should do? I have a bad feeling about this! I'm gradually losing him, Ann!" she spoke, her voice a little panicked.

"We need to dig deeper! We need to find out the truth of what really happened that day!" said Ann

"In the mean time, stop worrying yourself too much, you won't lose Ethan to any other woman," she assured her. "Actually, I have a friend who can help us carry out an investigation on the matter! But, it would require money to pay him! Are you in for it?" she asked her.

"Of course, I'm in! Anything that would help me keep Ethan on my side, I'll definitely do it! Money is not a problem at all!" Chloe added quickly, finally becoming cheerful, again.

Meanwhile, an old man sat on the desk, his hands were currently interlocked while he placed them across his belly. His eyes were closed and his face was calm as he rested his back on the armchair. He appeared peaceful, not caring about the outside world. After a while, Stanley walked into the study room. He was the old man's butler.

When he walked in and saw how his master was peaceful as he rested, he suddenly had the urge not to bother him. But, what he wanted to report to his master was a crucial matter.

"Ahem!" he cleared his throat.

"Speak up! What is it!" the old man's cold voice echoed throughout the room. He didn't care to open his eyes at all. He seemed to have felt the presence of his butler even before he spoke up.

"Sir, something happened while Ethan was coming from the airport," he revealed.

"What happened!" asked Old Mr Urkel, still not bothering to open his eyes.

"He accidentally hit a young boy on his way to the office. The boy had been hospitalized, and, he only woke up yesterday," he concluded.

Old Urkel only made the 'um' sound as he listened to his butler.

"Sir, aren't you bothered by Ethan's sudden change?" Stanley couldn't help but ask. Because, the old man seemed not to be bothered.

"What do you mean?" asked the old man, his forehead becoming wrinkled. What was he supposed to be bothered about?

"Sir, Ethan took the boy to the hospital on his own account, accompanied by the little boy's sister. He stayed with her and comforted her the whole time, while the boy was being operated on, and we know quite well, this is unlike him. I think, you should pay more attention to him, because he might be in love with the woman or maybe, he's falling for her," he concluded.

At this time, Old Mr Urkel, finally opened his eyes.