Chapter 201 - 201 Deja Vu

"What the hell are you doing?" he shouts.

"It's not in there, it's here. See now?" He thrusts the paper under my nose as I dump my bag on the bar stool and start rummaging through it.

Actually, I have no idea what I'm looking for.

"Wei Lin. Listen! You are not f.u.c.k.i.n.g going any f.u.c.k.i.n.g where, especially for that matter!" His voice is somewhere between anger and fear.

I look at him. And yes, I definitely hear a fear tone in his voice.

What is he fear about?

"Please. Next time don't through my bag." I grind the words out through my incensed frustration and look at him accusingly.

He backs away a little and chucks the paper on the stool while maintaining his infuriated glare.

"Why, what else you hiding from me?" He yell in accused.

"I got nothing to hide from you," I scream back.

"Let me tell you something," He stalks forward, getting his face right in mine.

"If you don't listen to me, I will die before I let you to leave the country with that womaniser bastard!" A wave of pure dread travels across his face.

"Hey! He won't be coming!" I shout, slamming my bag down for effect.

I don't know that for sure and in actual fact, I suspect he probably will. He's got a plan and a motive.

But why?

"Yes, he will. He'll follow you there, trust me. He's relentless in his pursuit of women," He accuse.

I actually laugh.  Hahaha

"Is it just like you did?" I scowl at him.

"That was different!" he barks.

He closes his eyes and lifts his fingertips to his temples to start rubbing away the tension.

"You're impossible. Unreasonable!" I spit.

Really, I've lost the will to live at this moment.

"And what are you doing taking vitamins?" He scowls good and proper.

"You're pregnant, aren't you?" He ask.

Is he winding me up? I grab the vitamins from my bag and throw them at his head.

His eyes widen as he ducks stealthily out of the way and they crash against the wall before falling to the kitchen floor. I need to regain control. I'm losing my sane here.

"This I bought the vitamins for you." I yell, and he looks at me like I could possibly be a fruit loop.

"For what?" He looks at the pot on the floor.

"You have ruined your body. Have you forgotten?"

He scoffs.

"I don't need a vitamin for it, I've told you." He stalks forward and grabs my arms, pulling me close to his face.

"I am not a alcoholic. Even I drink now, that because you make me f.u.c.k.i.n.g mad like right now!" He shouts the last bit in my face.

"You are f.u.c.k.i.n.g impossible. You shouldn't blame me here!" I state. I'm not asking it as a question because he has already shouted it in my face.

He drops me and walks away.

"No, I don't mean that way," His hands yank on the back of his hair in frustration.

"What else are you keeping from me? Business trips with rich men? What else?" He glares at me.

"Or rewind love at the ex-boyfriend house?" He accused.

Oh, God! His imagination totally impossible to find a truth in it.

"Rewind love?" I splutter.

He thinks I seeing my ex was because I still love Mo yuan?

"Gosh! You stupid f.u.c.k.i.n.g man!" I scowl.

"MOUTH!" He yell back

"Get lost!" I shout.

Right now he really is on another planet. If he knows me as well as he accuse as he does, then he wouldn't be throwing such stupid insinuations around.

He throws his hands in the air in frustration.

"I'm sorry, I can't be around you right now," he bellows.

He clenches his teeth, and I see the muscles of his jaw ticking.

"Listen! I f.u.c.k.i.n.g love you. F.u.c.k.i.n.g so much, but right now I can't look at you.I don't want to ruin us!" Then he stride out from the kitchen.

As a loud bamm, I could  hear the front door slam and moments later, thought crash in. Immediately I run out to the penthouse foyer and Feng Teng is nowhere to be seen, but the mirrored door of the elevator is shattered into a million pieces. Through my derangement, I instantly think of what further damage he has done to his poor hand.

Then, I cry.

Hopeless, howl at the moon, blubbering. I feel completely helpless and out of control. I feel like I'm being tested, like he is trying me to see if I have the strength to get him through this total mess and on top of that, I'm battling with the incessant niggling thought that it's me who has made him like this.

This not healthy at all. I walk back into the big open living area and see all of my bags placed in a neat row at the side of the stairs.

What should I do with them? Should I staying? Or finding him?

Oh my god, what should I do?

Then I leave them and not knowing what else to do, I go and sit myself on a sun lounger on the decking area and cry to myself loudly, shoulder shaking, pouring tears crying, while I try to find some direction and guidance. I'm coming up with nothing between my relentless tears. I'm staring into space and feeling nothing but except being abandoned.

A familiar feelings, all of which I never wanted to feel again, are flooding back into me the empty shell of the feeling, the lost, lonely and dejected emotions that had me residing in the lowest levels of hell while Feng Teng wasn't in my life before.

How have I come to need him so much? How has this happened to me?

When he's walked out, and now I could sense a deja vu how he felt  before when I did the same to him.

It's seriously not a nice feeling at all. All I feel right now like a massive part of me is missing out somewhere.

The thought of him not being around makes my heart jump into my throat, makes my breath hitch and panic attack me. Completely hopeless as take myself back into the penthouse, upstairs to our master suite and get myself shower. I stand under the sprays of water absentmindedly soaping myself.

Everywhere I turn, I see Us, on the vanity unit, against the wall, on the floor, in the shower.

We're everywhere. As I get out, suddenly needing to escape the reminders of our intimacies. I flop on the bed, but soon shoot back up into a sitting position, panic invading my entire being.

The times we have been apart he's had a drink.

Will he get a drunk again right now?

My hearts starts a regret gallop in my chest, working its way up to my mouth.

The thought of him getting drunk with alcohol is enough to have me dashing down to the kitchen to get my phone.

As I enter the kitchen, I get a waft of something smelling really good.

Oh! I run to the oven and turn it off, grab my phone and call assistant Yu.

His low rumble seeps down the phone after the first ring.

"Yes madam, the master he's here," He inform ask if he know what I'm going to ask.

"The Mansion?"  I'm so relieved but at the same time, I wonder what he's doing there.

"Yes madam," He sounds regretful.

It makes me straighten up.

"Should I come get him?" I don't know why I'm asking. I'm on my way back up the stairs to get dressed.

He hums down the phone.

"Yes, please madam. The master went straight shutting himself in his office." Assistant Yu inform in worried.

In fast, I hang up and scr.a.p.e my wet hair up before shoving my change work clothes back on.

Fetch my car keys. But  hasn't given me my car keys back. I fly downstairs and dive into the boxes of my belongings, praying I'll find the spare set. Eventually, I lay my hands on them.

I get to the smashed elevator and punch the code in, at the same time thinking that Mi Ke won't be happy. Since I've been here, the maintenance bill must have gone through the roof.

I run through the foyer in my heels and notice Mi Ke knelt down behind his desk. I swiftly pass him without a word. I've no time for him this evening.

The poor man will wonder what he has done to upset me.

"Miss Wei Lin!" I hear him yell after me.

But I wouldn't stop, but it sounds like something is seriously wrong.

"What's up?" I ask.

He runs towards me in a panic.

"You can't go!"

Huh? What's he talking about?

"President Feng forbid you to get out from here," he pants.

"He said I mustn't let leave here and he was very insistent." He says.

He what?

"Sorry, I got no time for your nonsense!" I carry on my way, but he grasps my arm.

"Please,no. I'll have to call him." He grated.

I can't believe this.

Why he's got the concierge performing prisoner guard duties now?

"Mi Ke, this not your part of your job to do this," I point out.

"So now let go of my arm." I order.