Page 42 of Legacy of His Revenge
‘What do you mean by “in this instance”?’ he demanded, striding towards the door and heading fast to the bank of lifts.
Most of his employees had already left. The hardcore workaholics barely glanced up as he headed down to the underground car park where his Ferrari was waiting.
‘I have to go.’
‘Tell me where. Unless it’s some kind of big secret?’
‘Goodness, Matias!’ Hesitation on the other end of the phone. ‘Okay, I’m heading to Charing Cross hospital.’
Matias froze by his car, sickened at the thought that something was wrong with her or the baby. ‘I will meet you there.’
‘No!’
He stilled, unwilling to deal with what her stricken response was saying to him. ‘Okay...’
‘Matias, I’ll see you back at the house. Later. I don’t know what time but I’ll text or I’ll try to. You know what they can be like at hospitals.’
‘This is my baby as well, Sophie. I want to be by your side if there’s any kind of problem.’
‘There’s no problem there. Don’t worry.’
Naturally, Matias didn’t believe her. Her voice was telling a different story. She was frantic with worry but when it came to the crunch, she didn’t want him by her side to help her deal with it.
She would show up the following morning and would be bright and cheery and would downplay his concern and they would paper over the unsettling reality that in a time of crisis she would simply not allow him to be there for her.
There was no point driving to the hospital—the parking would be hellish—but Matias was going to be there. He was not going to let her endure anything she might find distressing on her own, and, he grimly acknowledged, it wasn’t simply because it was a question oftheirchild.
He didn’t think twice. His driver was on standby. He would hit the hospital running before she even got there. Playing the long game was at an end. Like it or not, there was going to be a pivotal change in their relationship and if he had to force her hand, then so be it.
Rushing into the hospital after too many hold-ups and traffic jams to count, Sophie raced through the revolving doors and there he was, right in front of her.
He towered, a dark, brooding presence restlessly pacing, hand shoved deep in his trouser pocket. A billionaire out of his comfort zone and yet still managing to dominate his surroundings in a way that brought her to an immediate skidding halt. The cast of his beautiful face was forbidding. People were making sure not to get too close because he emanated all kinds of danger signals that made her tense up.
‘Matias...’
Eyes off the entrance for five seconds, her voice brought him swinging round to look at her. ‘I’m coming with you,’ he said grimly. ‘You’re not going to push me out this time.’
‘I haven’t got time to do this right now,’ but her heart was beating wildly as she began walking quickly towards the bank of lifts, weaving through the crowds.
‘Sophie!’ He stopped her, his hand on her arm, and she swung to face him.‘Talk to me.’
Their eyes tangled and she sighed and said quietly, ‘Okay. It’s time we had a talk. It’s time you knew...’
