Chapter 7... I'm alright now

Freddie sat in his study on his computer. He was having a conference meeting. He had planned to go to the company to do it. He later, cancelled it.

He went to relax in the couch there after the meeting. It was right in front of the mini TV across the wall. His position did not favor him at all. He had stretched his whole body making him think of nothing but last night.

A knock on the door disrupted his nice throwback. He thanked and cursed whoever that was behind the door at the same time. Moving to it, he witnessed a terrifying servant there after opening it.

"I'm sorry," she bowd to show her respect. The woman's body wasn't stable. She was shivering from head to toe. Discomfort was written all over her face.

Freddie stared down at the unstable soul in front of him. God, what was so special about him that all the servants seem to shake whenever they come into contact with him? Not because of the aura around him-but his stature. He stared at her with a cold gaze demanding for an explanation.

"Miss flower is here." She bowed again.

"She doesn't seem alright." The servant referred Lily as the flower. Not only her but all the other workers in the mansion. They adored her very much that every time she visits, they would never leave her side. Not until Freddie comes around.

They loved her name and imagined her as that lily flower and rather preferred to call her 'flower'.

Freddie stormed down the long staircase. What was wrong with her? He was against them referring to her as a flower, but he had no time to waste.

Freddie froze when he saw a lonely Lily standing in the large sitting room. The people gathered there all looked up as Freddie descended the long staircase.

The place was decorated with frames on the walls and the white color around them. The big chandelier illuminated the insides giving it a better view. The black and white couches stood in the middle minding their own business. No body has sat in them for a while and they were left to be.

All the workers including the bodyguards in the house had assembled in front of her.

They were worried sick. What is wrong with the miss today? They all had one question on their mind.

"Lily," he called out to her. His voice was full of worry and anxiousness. She turned to face him.

Her face looked pale and dark circles were under her eyes.

"You look tired," he hurried to her side, gently stroking her pale cheeks. It made her brown skin look dark. Her face was worst.

Lily had marched straight here when she got out of bed. She had refused her mother's yummy breakfast. Mum told her to even change her clothes. But she was very stubborn. Her driver had driven her here. She even sacked him to return the car to her parents house.

Lily stared at her best friend. There was worry written all over his face. She hated to see him this way.

God, he hated to see her like this. Freddie hugged her small body to his. He realized the workers starring at them with love and worry their eyes. Some had daggers in them. Without waiting for them to share their worry, he shoved them away with a hand that was previously around Lily.

"It's alright. I'm here now." He consoled her, not knowing exactly what the matter was.

Or he knew.

"Why did you think of it?" He asked, accusingly.

"It was right there. I couldn't have avoided it. I had no idea how to." She answered him knowing that he had predicted her case.

She looked up to meet his eyes. "I don't feel alright." She confessed her worry.

Freddie hugged her tight. He shouldn't have brought that up. And yet he predicted whatever she was going through.

He carried her into his arms and led her to the nearest couch. The couch made itself available and received the couple. It was a single couch.

Freddie sprawled Lily's legs on one of the arms of the couch. Her head rested on his hand. They stared at each, with worry written across both their faces.

"Lemme take you upstairs. You need rest." He decided.

"No, I'm alright now," she held onto his hand that was ready to carry her.

"I'm alright...I'm alright." She whispered then diving into a deep sleep.

Freddie stared at her face, with relief showing on his.