Boxed Set: A Possessive Billionaire - Vol. 1-3: His, Body and Soul by Olivia Dean
Authors: Olivia Dean
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hey, there’s Charles. He’s all alone, he looks upset. But he’s still cute…”
“Manon!”
“It’s okay…they’re coming towards him with a wheelchair.”
“Who is it?”
“Hold on, I can’t tell, I have to wait for them to walk in the other direction…”
“Let it go, it must be some old relative.”
“It’s a gorgeous woman!”
“What?”
“A woman. Extremely beautiful. But crazy, that’s for sure. She’s staring into space. I don’t think she can move. He’s not talking to her, he’s just walking next to her. Okay, I’m going to get down, we won’t find out any more from up here.”
We both decide to go back to the car while digesting the situation. So, Charles is visiting a mysterious and beautiful woman in a psychiatric hospital in Normandy. Somebody who’s important enough for him to come whenever she calls. Is it a relative? A lover? And why did they call him? How many times has this woman been in this institution? We have more questions now than we did before we made this discovery this morning. We get back to Paris, extremely curious. We spend the entire ride back in complete silence. We get back to my house, Manon comes in so that we can discuss the events and cook the mushrooms she picked along the way – I didn’t notice her doing that at all. Mathieu joins us, but all three of our brains are unable to solve the puzzle. While we finish eating our mushroom omelet, we hear someone in the elevator. It’s Charles! Through the peephole, I can see that his facial expression hasn’t changed much from this afternoon. He goes back inside his house without so much as a glance in my direction.
“Okay. Now that he’s home again, let’s move.” Mathieu seems to have an idea. After looking for the contact information on the internet, he dials a number.
“Hello, Michel Dumont, I’m Mr. Delmonte’s assistant. He seems to have lost his smartphone, could you please check to see if he left it there?...Yes, I see, thank you. And in his sister’s room?...Sorry, yes, of course, excuse me. Could you please go and check?...That’s too bad, thank you anyway. Goodbye.”
“So?” We ask in unison.
“Well, they didn’t find his smartphone. What a pain in the neck.”
“Mathieu!”
“Sit down, you’re going to be surprised. The woman is his wife.”
“What?”
“When I mentioned his sister, she kindly corrected me: ‘his wife, you mean’…”
“The pig…”
“Yeah.”
We fall silent, taken aback by the news. So Charles is married. To a gorgeous woman who’s locked up. I’m going to need someone else’s help to figure this out…
24. Digging up the truth
I can’t sleep that night. I know who I need to talk to if I want to find out more. But is that what I really want to do? After all, if Charles isn’t talking to me, it’s because he doesn’t want me to know. And if he doesn’t want me to know, it’s because he doesn’t want me to be a part of his life…but he took me to Portofino…I don’t understand anything. How can we be so close and yet so closed off from each other? We can’t go on like this, if he keeps on hiding such important things in his life from me. He’s even married! That’s no small thing. If we’re going to go further, I need to understand what’s going on…that’s what I think. And it’s really fantastic how he chases me out of his life during these crazy moments, but it’d be much easier to deal with if I had subtitles. “Sorry, I was thinking about my crazy wife, that depresses me, please leave me alone.” I need to know.
“Elisabeth, it’s Emma Maugham. Do you have time to talk?”
We agree to meet in a little café in the 11th arrondissement of Paris. She didn’t want to talk to me on the phone. Really, she didn’t want to talk to me at all at first, she told me Charles would kill her if he found out. I had to cry. Over-react. Finally, she admitted that I meant something to Charles and maybe we did have a future
“Manon!”
“It’s okay…they’re coming towards him with a wheelchair.”
“Who is it?”
“Hold on, I can’t tell, I have to wait for them to walk in the other direction…”
“Let it go, it must be some old relative.”
“It’s a gorgeous woman!”
“What?”
“A woman. Extremely beautiful. But crazy, that’s for sure. She’s staring into space. I don’t think she can move. He’s not talking to her, he’s just walking next to her. Okay, I’m going to get down, we won’t find out any more from up here.”
We both decide to go back to the car while digesting the situation. So, Charles is visiting a mysterious and beautiful woman in a psychiatric hospital in Normandy. Somebody who’s important enough for him to come whenever she calls. Is it a relative? A lover? And why did they call him? How many times has this woman been in this institution? We have more questions now than we did before we made this discovery this morning. We get back to Paris, extremely curious. We spend the entire ride back in complete silence. We get back to my house, Manon comes in so that we can discuss the events and cook the mushrooms she picked along the way – I didn’t notice her doing that at all. Mathieu joins us, but all three of our brains are unable to solve the puzzle. While we finish eating our mushroom omelet, we hear someone in the elevator. It’s Charles! Through the peephole, I can see that his facial expression hasn’t changed much from this afternoon. He goes back inside his house without so much as a glance in my direction.
“Okay. Now that he’s home again, let’s move.” Mathieu seems to have an idea. After looking for the contact information on the internet, he dials a number.
“Hello, Michel Dumont, I’m Mr. Delmonte’s assistant. He seems to have lost his smartphone, could you please check to see if he left it there?...Yes, I see, thank you. And in his sister’s room?...Sorry, yes, of course, excuse me. Could you please go and check?...That’s too bad, thank you anyway. Goodbye.”
“So?” We ask in unison.
“Well, they didn’t find his smartphone. What a pain in the neck.”
“Mathieu!”
“Sit down, you’re going to be surprised. The woman is his wife.”
“What?”
“When I mentioned his sister, she kindly corrected me: ‘his wife, you mean’…”
“The pig…”
“Yeah.”
We fall silent, taken aback by the news. So Charles is married. To a gorgeous woman who’s locked up. I’m going to need someone else’s help to figure this out…
24. Digging up the truth
I can’t sleep that night. I know who I need to talk to if I want to find out more. But is that what I really want to do? After all, if Charles isn’t talking to me, it’s because he doesn’t want me to know. And if he doesn’t want me to know, it’s because he doesn’t want me to be a part of his life…but he took me to Portofino…I don’t understand anything. How can we be so close and yet so closed off from each other? We can’t go on like this, if he keeps on hiding such important things in his life from me. He’s even married! That’s no small thing. If we’re going to go further, I need to understand what’s going on…that’s what I think. And it’s really fantastic how he chases me out of his life during these crazy moments, but it’d be much easier to deal with if I had subtitles. “Sorry, I was thinking about my crazy wife, that depresses me, please leave me alone.” I need to know.
“Elisabeth, it’s Emma Maugham. Do you have time to talk?”
We agree to meet in a little café in the 11th arrondissement of Paris. She didn’t want to talk to me on the phone. Really, she didn’t want to talk to me at all at first, she told me Charles would kill her if he found out. I had to cry. Over-react. Finally, she admitted that I meant something to Charles and maybe we did have a future
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