73. Heard Unsaid

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Happy Forever Friday!


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Reality sometimes looks more beautiful than dream, what one wish for when all you want is already yours'.

— Gideon

Someone's Forever

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NIERA'S POV


Unexpected when wears surprise,

It takes away the element of reaction,

Whether to surrender to glee or propound to reality,

Becomes one big question in abate!

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"Alicia!"

My gaze snapped at the name, Dr. Baron I found bowing down. The blue iris of my Gorgeous Saviour was piercing into my soul as he stood on the threshold.

"Princess Alicia."

"Alicia Valentine, A V stands for Alicia Valentine, Niera."

He spoke again enunciating what I was desperate to know, dying to figure out. The final piece of mystery, he gave away, just like that.

Just like that!

Gideon took commanding steps to toward us. With each step, I felt the air changing, shifting around me, thickening and coiling around me.

I suddenly felt weak, like the adrenaline was sucking out all the energy from me, clutching the edge of glass table behind my back I allowed my body to regain the energy to face the King.

"You're back." Dr. Baron somewhat heaved a sigh.

"Yes."

"Gerard is calling you," he fluttered his gaze at Dr. Baron who nodded.

"You came to—"

"—Blood pressure." Gideon halted further words to come off his mouth; Dr. Baron gave a curt nod in his way before his gaze turned to me.

"Ah! Bambi, I need to rush, can you check his BP. I hope you won't mind." Dr. Baron asked; a plea, request.

My head automatically bobbled in the slow motion before the Good Doctor moved out of the room leaving me with him. His intense gaze kept me captive while I stood biting my inner cheek. My sanity snapped, making me stagger before I bolted to fetch the machine from where, he kept after checking my pulse.

With a sigh, I tried to control my raging heart. I went to stand in front of him, while he was already comfortable on one of the chair, his gaze stayed at mine un-moving, his lips had that smirk playing hide and seek with me.

Huffing in annoyance, I raised my hand, asking his, "Your arm."

He rolled the sleeves to his upper arm, almost tearing the material on his tight muscles. I bit my sigh, looking at his muscles.

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