Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3

In the heat of the early afternoon, Christian went for a swim in his Olympic-sized swimming pool. He had a sunshade on while his body was without a shirt exposing his perfect physique. He relaxed on a floater only if his mind could be relaxed as well.

It has been close to six weeks since Lucinda left Mr. Christian's mansion. He grew more anxious and persistent in finding her in each passing minute. There wasn't any magazine, newspaper, or internet gossip he hadn't read or listened to, none of it had any information about Lucinda.

The world was meant to be a small place so where on earth could she possibly be hiding? It got so bad Christian had to read every news report on any accident, just in case he found the plate number of the car that picked her up six weeks ago. Nothing was found.

' Could she be married to another man? Hell no, no one would find her attractive. Maybe she is someone's Nanny, cleaning and bathing untamed children.'

'God damnit stop thinking about her. Focus on the upcoming contract, we need a design to win. Only if she was here, it would have made my job a lot easier.'

He signed out heavily.

In all the years Nanny Victoria worked for Mr. Christian she had never seen him so restless nor the less care for someone. He made everyone keep their eyes and ears open for any information concerning Lucinda.

"Here is your drink, young master."

She placed a bottle of champagne with a wine glass beside it.

"Would that be all young master?"

"Yes. You can leave."

She bowed and left. It would be pointless trying to ask him about his emotions or feelings. The last time she tried it, he smashed a cup slightly above her head.

"Young master, I found something."

A tall man in a black suit who was Mr. Christian's personal assistant walked briskly with a newspaper in his hands.

"There is news about the car that picked Ms. Lucinda."

Christian swam out of the pool immediately. He grabbed the newspaper from his hands and read it for himself.

"An accident."

His heart skipped for a split second. Then He continued to read more. Thankfully an ambulance got to the scene before anything serious could happen to both victims.

"How is this possible?"

The ending of the news stated the victim was related to the second richest man in the world.

"Are you sure the plate number is the same?"

"Yes, young master."

"Are you sure you saw clearly?"

Tracy walked in. The heel of her shoe clicked on the floor.

"Yes, it's the same as what we saw on the CCTV camera when the car arrived at the gate."

Tracy took a look at the picture of the accident. Her heart was filled with bitterness praying the female victim would be Lucinda and hopefully she died.

"My love, this plate number is totally damaged and vague. One could mistake a number for another."

Tracy made some sense. Due to how damaged the car got, a figure could be mistaken to mean another.

"Relax my love."

She signaled the man to leave.

Christian was forced to take a seat. If anything Tracy was good at it was definitely seducing Christian. Slowly her hands massaged his stiff shoulders, smoothing out the taut muscles, and pressing away the tension.

There was a massaging oil close by, softly she applied it on his skin. From his upper shoulder slowly down to his v-line, then back up again. She watched him close his eyes enjoying every step of her touch on his skin.

As Tracy's hands glided over his skin, Christian's tension slowly dissipated. He let out a deep sigh and closed his eyes, allowing himself to relax for the first time in months.

"Tracy, you are a lifesaver," he whispered, his voice husky with emotion.

Tracy smiled to herself, knowing she had him right where she wanted him. She continued to massage his muscles, her touch gentle yet persuasive.

Just as Christian was starting to drift off into a peaceful slumber, his phone rang. He groaned, not wanting to be disturbed.

"Leave it," Tracy whispered, her lips brushing against his ear.

But Christian knew he couldn't ignore it. He reluctantly got up, wrapping a towel around his waist, and answered the call.

"Christian, it's me, John," his doctor said, his voice sounding urgent. "Your wife was involved in an accident. Could you make time to visit her?"

Christian's heart raced as he grabbed his clothes and rushed out of the pool area, leaving Tracy looking disappointed and suspicious.

"My love, do you need me to come with you?"

Her question was left unanswered. Christian got into his BMW and left the mansion. Curious Tracy dressed up and took a taxi following him.

Doctor John was one of the few who knew Lucinda as his wife. Mr. Christian prefers to keep his life off the media and Lucinda has no problem with his rule.

"Where is she?" Christian demanded, his voice low and intense.

"Room 224."

Said the doctor.

The number sounded so familiar to Christian. That was the same room his grandfather had died in. He was only a teen when it happened. This was one of the reasons Christian hated coming to the hospital. It reminded him of so many things.

Lucinda was in a coma, Christian could barely recognize the woman in that room. She looked different, more like the girl he had met three years ago. Just six weeks and she had transformed so much.

Just as he was about to open the door another hand slapped his hands from the door knob.

"What are you trying to do?"

Victor had arrived. He was carrying a flower and some snacks along with him.

Both men engaged in an intense staring competition. The atmosphere between the two grew eerie.

"Make sure he doesn't step into this room."

Victor ordered the security he had come with. He had expected her ex to show since the news was all over the newspaper.