Chapter 8 - Let me take the responsibility

The moment Michael saw her, he was awestruck by the her beauty. She was wearing a brown blazer with matching pants, and high heels. Her hair was tied up in a slightly messy bun. She was not wearing heavy makeup or perfume. Just only a little nude lipstick and some mascara. The way she was walking was like an angel descending straight from the heavens. The aura around her was something magical, such that anyone can easily get attracted to her. He just didn't have any words to describe her. 'How can one be so gorgeous?' he asked to himself. He could feel his heartbeat fasten, as if his heart will pop out his c.h.e.s.t. It was the first time he felt something like that. He just wanted her to be his one and only. His heart started beating even more faster than before. He was startled when he heard a feminine voice calling his name."Mr Michael" "Huh", He replied, seeing a woman standing in front of him. 

"oh, hello Miss Sara." He put forward his hand towards her."Hello,  Mr Michael," she said and settled on her seat, ignoring his hand on purpose. 'Why should she? After what he had done, she wanted to kill him. If it wasn't for her phobia, she should have already slapped him hard. Even if she hadn't felt fear by his touch, but how dare he touch her and try to take advantage of her? She didn't even want to come here, but she really wanted to know more about him. What was his purpose in doing that?' She felt like she would blast out of anger on seeing him staring at her, from the moment she entered the room. But because of her professionalism, she stayed calm like still waters. The moment Michael opened his mouth could say something, a waiter came in and served them water, asking what they wanted to order. After ordering some Japanese dishes, the waiter went out. After the waiter exited, Michael looked at Sara and said, "Sara, I don't want you to think about me like a bad person who has taken advantage of you when you were not conscious. So...." He rubbed his neck sheepishly. 

"So, what Mr Michael?", Sara asked keeping her calm nature and taking a sip of water from her glass.

"So, let me take the responsibility. Marry me" As soon as Michael said that Sara spurted all the water on his face. 

'What the hell did he said? Did I hear it right? " Sara looked at him in utter disbelief, her eyeballs coming out from their sockets.

"I'm sorry, "she apologised. "it's okay," Michael said rubbing his face. 

"No, I'm sorry that I couldn't hear you. Can you please repeat what you said again?" 

"marry me" He said, rubbing his face with the tissues casually not even thinking what would happen after this. 

'that's it ' Sara's anger erupted. Standing up from her seat, she slammed her hand on the table with a loud bang. "What hell do you think of yourself

Or do you think that I'm just like other girls that are weak and easy to bully? Or did you assume I am like the other girls who you played with? And What marriage?My foot !!!! I will tell you how it feels to mess with the wrong person".

"No, it's not like that ..." before he could say anything, Sara had already left the suite. After returning towards the parking lot, the old driver that was waiting outside the car could feel that the air around him was becoming thick. On seeing his madam coming towards the car, he could say that the meeting didn't go well and his madam was not in a good mood. It's better not to make it worse, of course ! How could he not know that? He had known her from childhood onwards and she is like a daughter to him. From childhood onwards, she was short-tempered and a cold child. She used to always be a happy and loving child. At first, when he was introduced to her as her father's driver and family friend, she gets close to him in no time, but not for too long. After that year, no one had seen her like that. She never allowed anyone to touch her. She didn't talk with others like before. And most importantly, he had never seen that happy like child's expression from her past, on her face again. God knows what had happened to her that year. He sighed remembering all those thoughts. He saw her sitting on the back seat and started the car. Before he could say anything "Uncle, go to your house". She said with a smile on her face . "huh. but why " he asked with curiousness in his voice."Nothing, I just wanted to drop you at your house " she replied. He wanted to ask her, but he knew that it's better for him to not. He started the car and went towards his house.The whole journey was silent. After reaching his home, she went out before he could open the door for her. "Uncle, I want you to take some rest today. I will drive home myself " she said. "okay," He said, because he already knew why she she responded like that. Handing her the keys, he smiled at her. Before he could say something, the car had already vanished from his sight.