Afraid to Love
Episode 84
Allan chuckled. He needed no sorcerer to tell him that the gentleman seated before him was Ernest, Ernest Turner. The cousin of his dear friend – Jeremy. “Your story is a captivating one indeed. I am not specialized in psychology, but I can offer some assistance.”
Ernest smiled widely. “I do need that.”
“You say for over nine years, you couldn’t let go of her?”
“Not me, my heart,” he corrected.
“Oh, your heart. Does the woman in question have the same feelings as your heart does?” Allan asked.
“I do not think so. She chose a different man. She is confused. Incapable of loving any man.”
“Is she happy with this man?”
“I mentioned that she’s incapable of loving.”
“Does it mean she can’t be happy with whoever she choose to be with?”
“That’s the problem,” Ernest quickly remarked. “She’s making a poor decision. She can’t be with any other man. I am the only one that can make her happy and feel secure.” Now, he was going to hit the nail on the head. “The other man whom her parents are forcing her to marry isn’t worthy of her. He shouldn’t even be given the opportunity to see her or get close.”
This man must be definitely cr.azy, Allan thought. The fact that he’s in love as he claims he is doesn’t mean he should badmouth Jeremy. He wished to cut his tongue off so he couldn’t utter any other word. He couldn’t, he just had to keep his calm. “Did the woman agree to this?”
“Nope. I concluded.”
Allan quietly did some calculations in his head. He sighed deeply. “I think I’ve gotten a diagnosis for your ‘strange’ illness.” He tapped his pen on his mohagony desk. “You are completely besotted with this woman. That is why you seem to be making conclusions for her. Only she should do that. Under that love you say you have, its mixed with anger and hatred; for she chose a different man over you. Its not complete love. You are a love-lorn. To relieve yourself of that pain, you do cr.azy things. What do you think?”
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“Good day, Mr. Broderick,” a young lady seated behind a desk greeted Jeremy as he and Darren stepped into the Theodore’s Enterprise. She had a cheerful smile on her face.
Jeremy walked up to her. “Very well, sir,” she replied, still smiling.
“I believe Miss Purity Theodore isn’t on seat,” said Jeremy, getting to the point.
“That’s right,” she concurred. “Its getting up to four days, presently. We have neither heard from her nor seen her. Her papa says she’s okay and he’s taking care of things now,” she explained further.
“Please, do not let Mr. Aaron Theodore know I was here.”
She nodded, willing to obey Jeremy. He was attractive to her and she never stopped smiling.
Jeremy smiled back at her, for the first time. “I want to go up to Purity’s office. Need to get some things. Are her things still in order?”
“They should be. No one goes up there without her consent. Just Heather is permitted.”
“Thank you for the information.” Jeremy turned to Darren. “Lets go.”
“Heather isn’t in….” the receptionist blurted out, it was too late. Mr. Broderick and his friend already headed to the elevator. “If I had the opportunity to be engaged to this man, I’d marry him immediately. I’m not going to give it a second thought. He’s so handsome; he’s voice is soothing and he’s rich,” she dreamily thought out loud. “I don’t know why Miss Theodore is delaying?” she concluded with a slight frown on her face and focused on her work.
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“Did you notice that young lady undressing you with her beautiful eyes?” Darren asked his friend.
“Did something like that happen?” Jeremy threw at him.
Darren laughed. “You’re so into her that you don’t even notice when other women are wanting your attention.”
Jeremy coughed. His only response to Darren’s taunt. “We are here,” he informed Darren as they got to a huge door. He reached for the done knob and turned it.
The door responded and opened silently. They walked in and were greeted by an empty office. The small room was clean and smelt nice as it always did, but Heather was missing. Where could she be? Or had she relocated till Purity returns? He couldn’t tell.
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