Playing with Fire

Chapter 22 - The guest

Charlotte's POV

"I am fine. Don't worry." I gave him a reassuring smile.

Alexis breathed deeply in relief and ran his hand through his hair.

"Who were they? Did the police find them?" He asked firmly as we sat down.

"Not yet."

"It will be better if you hire a bodyguard. You have to be careful till they get caught." He stated, concerned. "If you want, I will order my team to take care of your security as well."

"No, don't worry." I gave him a grateful smile.

Actually, I was surprised by his attitude. I didn't think he would care about me this much; he really looked so worried.

"Don't tell me you don't want a bodyguard." He stated in an authoritative tone and frowned.

"Actually, not, but Nathan, my boyfriend insisted on it and ordered one of his bodyguards to take care of my safety." I sighed, ruffling my hair.

"Good." He mumbled dryly. "At least, he thought about it after putting your life in danger." He added sternly and clenched his fist.

I frowned and narrowed my eyes. "It wasn't Nathan's fault that there are crazy people who try to hurt innocent people in this country." I stated firmly.

He gave me an unconvinced look and shook his head. I gritted my teeth in annoyance.

This man managed to make me mad again!

What a talent!

"Nathan isn't a shady guy. So don't accuse him." I retorted angrily.

"Sorry. I will not say anything about your golden boy." He commented sarcastically, raising his hands in the air in surrender, and stood up. "Just be careful! And if you need anything, don't hesitate to call me."He added firmly with a serious expression.

I sighed, nodding. "I will. Thanks."

I gave him a grateful look while thinking why he talked bad about Nathan; he called him a golden boy. The journalist often called him by this nickname. Probably, Alexis read the articles about him and knew Nathan was a good guy. However, he acted like Nathan was bad news.

"See you in the meeting." He said, giving me a nod, and left.

When I wanted to ask my secretary to bring me a cup of coffee, my phone rang. I grabbed it quickly; I was waiting for a call from Nathan.

"Nathan, finally!" I exclaimed and breathed deeply in relief.

He was going to talk to his father and grandpa about his problem. His grandfather, Chad, told him to wait for him in Nathan's parents' house; he called him yesterday as soon as Nathan finished talking on the phone with his parents.

"What happened? What did they say?' I asked in curiosity.

"They lectured me why I didn't tell them, and why I tried to handle this problem myself. I had to tell them about everything and..." He heaved a deep sigh, pausing. "In short, it was a tough night." He added, tired.

"Nathan, what really happened? Why don't you want to tell me?" I asked, offended.

"Lottie, I don't want to talk about it. It was a mistake which I want to forget. Especially now." Nathan replied wearily.

"Fine!" I exclaimed dryly.

"Your father called me after I had left the mansion and offered his help." He informed.

"Yes, he is worried as well as my mother and Romeo. Dad wanted to send me a bodyguard to protect me, but I told him you have already taken care of it." I commented, ruffling my hair as I approached the window, looking through it.