Episode 14
Mr Bergson’s POV
When the court asked for evidence of Lisa’s murder, I didn’t hesitate to present the video recorder in court.
There was now enough evidence to prove beyond reasonable doubt that she is the murderer of my late beloved wife, Fay.
When I presented the video, I remained emotionless and maintained my frosty appearance.
I didn’t even feel a slightest pity for Lisa.
She killed my wife and took her place and now she wants me to consider her plight.
Who does that to a murderer? I don’t know how I’ll explain to my son when he’s of age but I know I’ll have inner peace once justice is done.
The court sitting was adjourned till the next 2 months when the final judgment will be given.
I have never visited Lisa before despite her request to see me.
I had outrightly ignored her persistent request to see me.
I’ve been lying to Bryan that his mom went on a holiday but don’t know how long I’m going to keep up with this lie.
After all, I do clear my schedule sometimes so I can have enough time with my son.
I’ll have to make time for a holiday soon so I can really have time for him but that should be after Lisa’s case is settled.
I snapped out of my daze and realised I’ve been thinking aloud for about an hour.
I checked time on my golden wristwatch and it was 7:13pm.
I sighed softly, stood up and hurriedly left the office.
I stepped on the elevator and press the buttons still contemplating where I’m gonna spent the night.
As i left the elevator to the parking lot, I suddenly made a decision.
I had already dismissed my assistant so there was no one on sight.
The company was relatively calm and quiet but the security lights were still on.
I slide in the car, pressed my foot on the accelerator and sped off.
The yellow street light beamed brightly on my forehead as I took the left turning to my mansion. Yes to my mansion.
I switched on the car radio and listened casually to the random songs that was played, with a million thoughts battling for freedom in my head.
Kimberly’s pov
I heard the car stopped and rushed to the window doubting that Mr Bergson was the one coming home.
For the past few days he’d been spending the nights in his penthouse.
He would ask me to bring Bryan to him in the penthouse and would order me to leave immediately.
I dared not question his authority so I’d just leave his penthouse with my head lowered in disappointment.
Buy today it seems he’s changed his mind or is he coming to pick something?
With that question, feeling of fear and anxiety crept into my heart.
He stepped out of the car with his suite case in his right hand and took large strides towards the house.
When i saw him coming towards the main door, i don’t really know how but a feeling of excitement and nervousness filled my body as I rushed to the kitchen thinking of what to quickly prepare for dinner.
His unannounced home coming made me a little uneasy.
Initially I was not feeling this way but don’t know what happened all of a sudden.
May be I’m in love with Mr Bergson. The thought of that made me blush crimson.
I covered my mouth as if the words really came out of my mouth but was only a thought.
I quickly made congee, a Chinese meal that he specially likes.
Making him his favourite meal suddenly makes me feel as though I was bribing the way to his heart through his stomach.
Soon my phone rang and I picked it slide the screen to the right and placed it on my right ear my hands still holding the towel I was using to dry my hands.
“Kim? I heard his husky voice from the other end. He sounded a bit impatient.
“Sir” I responded with rapt attention.
“Is dinner ready?” He asked this time more calmly.
“Yes sir”
“Bring it up” he said into the phone and before I could respond, I heard the doot doot doot sound.
I sighed and carried the tray containing congee and some freshly squeezed orange juice.
With my hands trembling and wild thoughts surging through my head, I quietly climbed the stairs to his room.
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When I entered the room, I noticed he had showered and was wearing a blue pyjamas with white flip-flops.
He was standing close to the changing room.
I didn’t make any sound. I only placed the Ash tray quietly on the table and with utmost care.
I cleared my throat and managed to say only a few words.
“Sir, dinner is ready” after that I became conscious of even the slightest thing as my breathing.
After what seemed like forever, he replied with a “hmmm” sound.
I nodded to myself silently and excused myself to leave the room but he strode quickly and held my wrist.
My body froze and became stiff at his touch.
I can feel his breath fanning my nostrils.
His expensive cologne swept through the room.
Confused at his sudden action, I lowered my head my heart beating fast.
But then he raised my chin with his middle finger and was about k!ssing me, then I shifted away.
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