บท 4: Definitely trouble!!
It was her all right! It was definitely her, the girl he had almost hit earlier before. Well... wasn't that quite a coincidence!
She was staring back at him and he was surprised by her courage. Not everyone could stare into his eyes for so long.
" Son, anything wrong?" Mr Owen said as she and everyone stood surprised watching the scene. She quickly looked away and to the floor as she had done earlier. Right! She's like all of them after all, inferior.
" No dad"
" Well then ,come on and give your father a hug"
Dylan Owen, son of multi billionaire, Mr Owen felt good to be home. He put his glasses back on walked to his father. They got into each other's arms in a sort of manly hug. They stayed that way for a while probably savouring the moment.
Chelsea stood silently embarrassed. She had felt a whiff of hot air as he had passed her and that heavenly scent threw her off board. He had been shocked to see her just as she was to see him but then he just passed her like nothing happened. She hoped he'd continue acting that way. She wasn't in for any type of drama at the moment. That would be too much trouble coupled with the war going on in her heart.
" Dylan" Mrs Owen said. He nodded formally at her. She opened her arms to him. It was embarrassing when he walked to Mrs Belinda instead leaving her with his arms still open. No body missed that and it set a lot of confusion in everyone's mind. Everyone but the family. They alone knew the things that was going on.
" Mrs Belinda" Dylan said as he hugged her lightly.
" Oh son! We've missed you" Mrs Belinda said, her old voice cracking with what could have been mistaken for tears. Chelsea rolled her eyes. Drama queen!
" Dylan! " a tiny voice called from the balcony. It was the Owen's little girl. She ran down the stairs and jumped excitedly into his waiting arms. That was the only time Chelsea saw his lips curve up in a smile.
" Elena!" he said as he picked her up. Chelsea felt a little emotion as she thought of her little sister. She wished she was in his shoes and not a mere cleaner.
He put her down and knelt so he could reach her.
" I've missed you Dylan. Oh my! You're finally back" she said giggling like the little child she was. She hugged him again and he hugged her back, the smile still on his face.
" I've missed you too pumpkin. I've got a lot of things for you, didn't forget to get you your gifts" Dylan said.
" The biggest gift is you here. You're not going anywhere anymore right??" she asked and when Dylan nodded, she hugged him excitedly again.
" Okay Elena. Let him get settled then you'll spend enough time with him" Mrs Owen said and motioned for her babysitter to take her away. Chelsea didn't miss the look Dylan gave to his mother. There seemed to be some sort of hatred between them but who was she to care?
" Welcome home son" Mr Owen said.
" Thanks dad. It feels good to be here"
Dylan said.
" Son, your servants are all here to welcome you. You may choose your personal maids to be at your service" Mrs Owen said. He looked at her and took off his glasses slowly.
" Am I not even allowed to get settled in in my own house?" he said.
" Dylan, what your mother meant was..." Mr Owen began but stopped as Dylan's face twisted.
" You may do what you want" he said instead. Chelsea saw him clench his fist and got even more confused. Was she the only one seeing this? He definitely didn't like his mother. That's strange. But they are rich people anyway. Rich people are always full of surprises.
Chelsea looked up from the floor and her eyes met his again. This time she quickly looked away.
" Mrs Belinda, please choose my personal servants for me" she heard him say.
" And make sure she's part of them" he added and when she looked up again, he was pointing at her. She felt her breath get hitched for the umpteenth time that day. He walked past her and she felt that heavenly scent envelope her.
It took her some time to recover from her trauma. Why did he choose her now? Shit! She cursed her luck over and over again in her mind. Things just got messed up and as she stood there clenching and unclenching her fists, she hated her life even more.
The Owen's had all dispersed and only the servants stood there in the huge living room. Mrs Belinda chose some other people and dispersed the rest. She took them to the servant's quarters and there they were lectured on the dos and don'ts. Chelsea spent the entire time cursing her luck. Why did she have to be so unlucky? She was so sure he was trouble. Pretty sure he only intended to make her life more miserable than it already was. He was definitely trouble!!!
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