Love Worth Fighting For

312 The other regret

An hour has passed since Ronin left and Anne is still crying by not letting go of Jack who was sitting limply in the empty living room, everyone including the faithful Erick, Jack ordered him to sleep first.

“Anne...”

“I’ve really failed as a mother, Jack. Not just one, but the two children I’ve given birth to are shattered like that without me knowing. I’m really useless ...”

Jack tightened his arms around Anne’s body who relied on him. “No Anne, you can’t talk like that. It’s not your fault, so you don’t have to feel guilty. I’m the only one to blame more than anyone.”

Anne buried her face again in Jack’s open chest, she couldn’t stand to hear Jack’s words.

“This stupid me didn’t find out in more detail about Suri’s condition after the kidnapping, I don’t care about her mental state which is still so devastated by the incident,” said Jack hoarsely, his eyes welling with tears at the memory of Ronin’s words. “And the stupid thing is, right now I’m punishing Suri.”

Anne’s grip on Jack’s arm tightened.

“I really am a useless father, Anne.”

Unable to bear to hear Jack keep cursing himself, Anne immediately hugged Jack tightly. The two of them then wept together, strengthening each other in the same wound. Knowing the wounds of their two children from someone else made them both very sad, especially Jack who had been too hard on Christian. Jack had no idea that Christian was actually wracked with so much guilt because of Suri’s kidnapping.

.....

“Looks like I really have to find Elena and return it to Christian, that’s the only way for me to get forgiveness from my son,” Jack said in his heart, his determination to find Elena was getting bigger now.

***

With slightly shuffled steps, Christian walks towards the new residence he has been living in for the past week. Christian’s new residence is right in front of the room where Zwetta lives, the savior of his life who has now become his bodyguard.

“Just got home?”

The question that Zwetta asked suddenly made Christian, who was looking at the floor, raise his face, Christian looked surprised to see Zwetta who was already standing in front of him. The girl was still not wearing her night clothes. Fix, Zwetta hasn’t slept yet or she was deliberately waiting for his return. Thinking about this makes Christian happy.

“You’re awake?” Christian asks back with a big smile.

“I just got back from the gym downstairs and my eyes are so fresh right now after soaking in the jacuzzi,” Zwetta answered honestly.

Christian’s eyebrows rose, his sense of smell immediately caught the lavender scent emanating from Zwetta’s body. It was clear that if this girl had really just finished taking a shower, Christian recognized the scent of Zwetta’s favorite soap.

“Want to come with me for a drink?” Christian offers Zwetta an interesting activity, after learning that Zwetta is a good enough drinker to make Christian happy to have a substitute friend to drink with after Kainer’s treatment.

Zwetta smiled, agreeing to the offer given by his new boss.

“In my room,” Christian says again.

If only at this moment the memory of Elena dealing with Christian maybe Elena would scream in surprise with blushing cheeks at such a blatant invitation, but because the one facing Christian right now is Zwetta who has a lot of extraordinary self-defense abilities. looks so relaxed hearing the invitation to enjoy alcohol in his room.

“Sure, why not?!”

Christian smiles and rushes to open his bedroom door. “Please come in.”

Without hesitation Zwetta entered Christian’s room, the lavender scent wafted into Christian’s nose as soon as Zwetta crossed it. A wide smile immediately spreads across Christian’s face, all the tiredness that had been hanging over Christian since an hour ago disappeared instantly.

After closing the door to his room, Christian then rushes to the cupboard where the various kinds of his favorite drinks are stored.

“Red Wine or...”

“You’d better take a shower first.” From the balcony Zwetta cuts off Christian’s words. “It would be more pleasant if you had a drink after your shower.”

Christian chuckles. “Ok..ok...you are the boss now. I will take a shower and please choose your own drink.”

“Ok, that’s an easy job for me,” Zwetta said quickly.

Not wanting to make Zwetta wait too long, Christian then goes into his room to take a shower. Christian’s apartment room type is the same as Zwetta’s room type, the apartment has a separate room from the living room. That’s why all the activities of the owner of the room will not be seen by the guests who come and Christian deliberately chooses this type of room for Zwetta so that Zwetta feels that her privacy is more protected.

As soon as Christian entered the room, Zwetta then rushed over to Christian’s row of liquor bottles that were lined up in the special cupboard. Zwetta’s smile widened when she saw that there was one of her favorite drink brands, without thinking Zwetta then grabbed the drink and immediately took it to the pantry to get ice cubes and a glass. Zwetta prefers to drink cold.

Less than ten minutes Christian leaves his room, he looks refreshed with a body that exudes a refreshing aroma of wood and mint. Zwetta then smiled sadly when she realized that Christian’s taste was still far above her when it came to choosing bathroom fixtures, Zwetta immediately felt like she had failed as a woman.

“You seem to have very good taste,” Christian compliments sincerely when he sees Zwetta’s choice of drinks.

Zwetta shrugs in response to Christian’s words, Zwetta is still annoyed at Christian who currently has a very pleasant smell.

“Raise your glass, Zee,” Christian says again, inviting Zwetta to toast.

Zwetta, who was annoyed for no reason, chose to raise her glass silently and immediately finished her drink in one gulp, seeing Zwetta’s extraordinary way of drinking made Christian laugh amused.

“This isn’t water you can just drink in one gulp, Zee.”

Zwetta placed her empty glass on the table carefully. “Is there a problem if I just finished my drink like that? After all, we’re not in a drinking contest or at a formal banquet that requires drinking in an elegant manner, right?”

“There really isn’t one, it’s just...”

“If there isn’t, then it’s fine!” Zwetta said curtly, when she was sulking like this Zwetta really looked like Elena. The tough girl figure created by Jody Wilson, the one who accidentally bumped into Zwetta when Zwetta just got out of the hotel where she finished her mission five years ago.