Master of Lust-Chapter 222: Jealousy
Chapter - 222
The old matriarch leaned back in her chair, studying Rick with a careful, calculating gaze. His insistence on Evelina's presence gnawed at her mind, deepening her uncertainty. But with no other options at her disposal, she had little choice but to acquiesce.
After a moment's pause, she took a deep breath and spoke with a voice that was bold despite the unease swirling within her. "Very well, Rick. Evelina will be here," she declared, each word firm and deliberate, "But know this—whatever you do, it must serve the purpose. Failure is not an option."
Rick nodded in agreement, a mischievous glint flickering in his eyes as he exchanged a knowing glance with Geoffrey, "Understood," he replied smoothly, the corners of his mouth lifting in a naughty wink. Rising from his seat, he prepared to depart the farmhouse, his demeanor confident and assured.
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"Make sure you don't forget your purpose, Rick," the old matriarch reminded him, her tone carrying an unspoken warning. freewebnoveℓ.com
"Of course," Rick replied, nodding in acknowledgment. He stepped out of the farmhouse, the door closing behind him with a soft thud.
As he made his way through the garden, the vibrant shrubs and flowers swayed gently in the breeze, their intoxicating aroma filling the air. Rick couldn't help but marvel at the beauty and tranquility of the scene.
"Maybe I should raise my payment," As he approached his car, he cast one last glance back at the farmhouse.
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As he arrived at the hospital, Rick parked his car haphazardly, barely taking the time to ensure it was within the lines. He quickly made his way inside, the sterile smell of antiseptics filling his nostrils and heightening his sense of urgency. The fluorescent lights overhead cast a harsh glare as he navigated the maze of corridors leading to the ICU.
but when he got there, Emily was nowhere to be seen. There was just one nurse, cleaning up the room and no one else. No Olivia, No Emily and not even his father.
Confused, Rick walked into the ICU.
"Stop. No one is allowed inside," The nurse saw Rick walking inside and quickly stopped her, "We are disinfecting the room. No one can be inside."
"I am sorry. Please excuse me intrusion," Rick politely spoke to the nurse, "But I am a family to the patient who was here, Emily. But..." Rick stopped midway, hoping for the nurse to continue.
"That girl who was in coma?" The nurse raised her eyebrow, "She has been moved to room 803. That girl must be rich to have been shifted there. These rich people, I am telling you..." But when she looked up, Rick had already left the room.
When Rick finally reached her room, he paused for a moment outside the glass door, his heart pounding in his chest. Through the door, he could see his father sitting beside Olivia, Emily's mother. His father's hands gently clasped hers, his fingers stroking them tenderly as he spoke in low, comforting tones.
A surge of irritation shot through Rick at the sight. He couldn't quite explain it perhaps it was the intimacy of the moment, or the sight of his father providing comfort that should have been his own responsibility. The image of his father in that role felt like a betrayal, a reminder of all the times he had been absent when Rick needed him most.
With a bang, Rick slid the door open, startling both Olivia and his father. The sound reverberated through the room, shattering the fragile bubble of calm they had created. His father immediately stood up, releasing Olivia's hands as if caught doing something he shouldn't.
"You're here," his father said, a hint of surprise mixed with guilt in his voice.
Rick's eyes flickered between his father and Olivia, his emotions a tangled mess of anger, resentment, and protectiveness. "Let's go," he said bluntly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I'll take you home."
Olivia looked up, her eyes red and swollen from crying, and gave Rick a small, grateful nod. She rose slowly from her seat, her movements weary and slow. Rick's father hesitated for a moment, glancing back at Olivia with a concerned expression.
"Ummm... okay," his father responded, a bit hesitant but nodding in agreement.
Before they could leave, Olivia interjected. "Rick, why don't you meet Emily once before leaving? She was asking for you. But she is still weak and under the effect of anesthesia."
Rick shook his head, avoiding Olivia's pleading eyes. "It's alright. Let her rest," he said firmly. "I will come tomorrow to visit her."
He turned to leave, his father following closely behind, looking confused by Rick's abruptness. Just as Rick reached the door, something made him stop. He stood there for a moment, rooted to the spot, a multitude of thoughts racing through his mind. Then, with sudden determination, he spun around and walked past his father, heading straight for Olivia.
"Rick?" Olivia's voice was filled with confusion and concern, but before she could say more, Rick leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers.
The kiss was powerful, charged with pent-up emotions that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. It was a kiss filled with anger, longing, and desperation. Rick's hands cupped Olivia's face, his fingers threading through her hair as he pulled her closer. For a moment, the world around them ceased to exist.
The beeping of the hospital machines, the sterile environment, even the presence of his father—all of it faded away.
Olivia's initial shock melted into the kiss as she responded with equal fervor. Her hands gripped the fabric of Rick's shirt, anchoring herself to him as they shared this intense, unexpected moment. The kiss deepened, a raw and unfiltered exchange of emotions that had been held back for too long.
When they finally pulled apart, both were breathless. Rick's eyes searched Olivia's face, looking for a sign, any sign, that she understood what he was feeling. Olivia's eyes were wide with a mixture of surprise and something else—something that mirrored the turmoil in Rick's heart.
Rick's father stood jaw-dropped, staring in disbelief as Rick kissed Olivia. His cough broke the silence, a sound so awkward it felt like an alarm.
Rick's father cleared his throat, the sound awkward and intrusive in the charged silence. "Rick, we should go."
Rick slowly broke the kiss, his eyes still locked on Olivia. She was confused, stunned, and blushing, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. Her eyes held a thousand questions, but she couldn't find her voice to ask any of them.
Rick turned to his father, his expression hardening for a moment before he nodded. "Yeah, let's go."
Before Olivia could gather her thoughts, Rick stormed out of the room, his footsteps echoing in the sterile hospital hallway. She wanted to call after him, to stop him, but all she could do was watch as he disappeared from sight. Her eyes then met those of Rick's father, who was looking at her with a complicated, unreadable gaze.
For a long moment, Rick's father continued to stare, as if trying to understand the whirlwind of emotions that had just been unleashed. He took a deep breath, the weight of the situation heavy on his shoulders, and then he too turned and left the room, following his son.
Now alone, Olivia's eyes remained fixed on the door, the echo of their departure lingering in the air. Her hands slowly moved up, her fingers gently caressing her lips. She winced in pain as she felt the cut on her lips, a tangible reminder of the intensity of Rick's kiss.
The surge of emotions she had felt from Rick in that kiss came rushing back to her. She could feel his anger, his frustration, and beneath it all, a desperate sense of claiming her as his own. It was a kiss filled with turmoil, a raw and unfiltered expression of everything he'd been holding back.
She sank into the nearest chair, her mind racing. The kiss had been so sudden, so unexpected, and filled with a raw, almost primal intensity. What was Rick thinking? And what did it mean for their relationship? She knew she needed to talk to him, but how could she confront him after such a chaotic moment?
As Olivia sat there, lost in thought, Emily's weak voice broke the silence. "Mom? What happened?"
Olivia turned to see her daughter looking at her with wide, curious eyes. She forced a smile, pushing aside her own confusion. "Nothing, sweetheart. Just... something unexpected."
Emily frowned, not entirely convinced. "Was it Rick? Was he here?"
Olivia hesitated, then nodded. "Yes, it was Rick. But it's okay. he will be back tomorrow."
Emily sighed, her small frame sinking back into the pillows. "I hope so. I want to thank him."
Olivia's heart ached at her daughter's words. "I know, honey. But we're all just trying to figure things out. It's been a tough time for everyone."
Emily nodded, her eyes closing as she drifted back into a light sleep. Olivia watched her for a moment, then turned back to the door, her mind racing with thoughts of Rick.
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