The Royal Contract-Chapter 1346: A better ending to their love affair

He knew he should stop doing what he was doing. Luckily, Serena's assistant had not yet reported him for acting like a crazed fan or, much worse, a stalker.

Serena said that he should keep his distance. She needed her space. And he just violated her wishes by coming to her place and checking on her.

"This is madness." He guessed he was crazy for acting like an obsessed man who could not accept when it was time to give up.

If Serena still wanted to see him, she would have contacted him. Instead, she retained her distance and never attempted to communicate with him.

Based on her assistant, she was back to work. He guessed she was moving on without him. Maybe it was also time that he should accept that he had lost her for good this time.

"Hey, have you seen this?"

"The post said that she looks like she had lost her mind."

He heard some passersby conversing beside his parked car, but he did not think anything of the commotion as he debated whether to leave or wait until he had seen her even from afar.

Although most of the time, he barely saw a glimpse of her. He still tried to check if she was okay even though she might not want to see him.

However, he still could not help but miss her. He supposed he was content to see her smile, even if he was not the reason behind it.

Then, his phone beeping alerted him of an incoming text. He checked the inbox. It was the message he had been waiting for all day.

Finally, he decided that today was not the day he would see her as he grabbed his keys and started the engine.

"Maybe some other time." He mumbled to himself. "Or another lifetime." His mind responded.

Who knew if Serena would ever believe and forgive him? But he guessed he did not want to push her and act like her other boyfriends.

He did not want her to go through another traumatic experience since she had been through enough. Therefore, if he was not for her, then that was it.

He grabbed the gear, pressed on the clutch, and revved his engine, ready to pull out of the curve. Looking at his rearview mirror, he reversed his car before moving the vehicle forward. But his eyes widened, and his heart almost stopped and dropped to the floor as he automatically hit the brakes.

"Fuck!" He swore. "Oh, God!" He mumbled as he realized what he almost did. But he was caught by surprise.

His eyes focused on the view before his windshield, unable to believe what stood before him. He could not even blink, afraid that the vision would suddenly vanish.

But then again, he realized the vision was not a figment of his imagination. It was real.

She was not an illusion as she stopped and stood in front of his car.

Damn! He almost ran her over.

What was she thinking?

Hurriedly, he jumped out of the car, unmindful of the growing crowd surrounding them. His eyes could only scrutinize the woman, who stood immobile before him, probably shocked out of her wits.

"Have you gone insane?" He angrily shouted at her as he walked fast toward the woman who almost bumped into his car. Or was it the other way around?

But that did not matter.

"You don't walk in front of a moving car." He muttered under his breath, letting his hands glide across his scalp while pulling a few strands of his hair between his fingers.

"Are you trying to kill yourself?" He asked exasperatedly, but this time, he grabbed her by the shoulder, mildly shaking her.

"I..." She started but stammered. "I... was..." She still could not put two words together without shaking.

"No, don't..." He finally pulled her into his arms. Suddenly, relief washed over his body. He guessed he was just glad that she was alright. "You don't need to say anything."

Alive!

She was alive.

Damn!

"Are you alright?" He looked down at her, examining every inch of her body for injuries or bruising. Although he knew he did not hit her. He had stopped the car before his bumper could touch her. Still, he would never forgive himself if anything happened to her. And if he had hurt her in any way.

"I am fine." She squeezed the words out of her trembling lips. "I am sorry." Adding as she looked down, away from his eyes.

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"No. It is me who should be sorry." He quickly interrupted her as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, concerned about her wellbeing.

Then, he felt her quickened heartbeat and shallow breathing as she leaned into his arms, resting her body against his chest.

On the other hand, he also felt like she was listening to his heartbeat as her pulse slowed down to beat in time with his. It was like they were creating a harmony that only they could hear.

He did not know how long she stood paralyzed in his arms in the middle of the traffic, but he did not care. He just wanted to ensure himself that she was safe.

"I almost killed you." He whispered, still feeling the chilling effect of the worst thing that could happen as it crossed his mind.

"But you did not." She muttered softly in return. "You stopped." She seemed to remind him.

"What are you doing out here? And why do you look like that?" He asked, finally noticing the state that she was in.

Soon after, he became aware of the people circling them. And he guessed the flashing lights would be cameras trying to catch the ongoing scene.

He would not doubt that they were probably live on some vlog or paparazzi site at that very moment. But that was the least of his worries.

"I was in a hurry to catch you." She finally said as she looked up and stared into his eyes. "I need to see you."

He liked the sound of that. But standing in the middle of the street with all those nosy people was not his type of scene. He preferred if they could talk somewhere quiet and private.

And, of course, he did not like the clothes she wore. Not that it was not fashionable or anything. He could not care less if she was in a rag. She would still look beautiful in his eyes.

However, he was concerned that she might be cold with the chilly night air. Then, she was not wearing a jacket while her foot was bare on the concrete.

"What if we go inside my car?" He offered, lifting her effortlessly in his arms. But he never felt her resistance as he continued to walk back to his car.

Then, he gently helped her in the passenger seat, not minding the commotion around them. He just wanted to get out of there, away from their prying eyes.

"I hope you don't mind. But I don't want you to catch a cold." He excused his action, unsure if it was alright with her.

"No, that is fine." She responded while rubbing her arms with the palms of her hands.

"Wait!" He said as he looked behind the backseat of his car. "Here." He grabbed the jacket that he had thrown earlier. "Use this."

She held the jacket in her hands and looked at him with those beautiful eyes. Then, she slowly slipped into his clothes.

He liked the way his jacket clung to her body. Somehow, he could not help but envy it, wanting also to be close to her.

"Thanks, Adam." She finally settled into the seat, placing the seatbelt on. "Where are you taking me?" She finally asked.

"Oh!" Adam did not think about that. His initial goal was to get her out of the cold and away from the public's eyes. "I have not thought of that." He admitted.

"But I can escort you back to your room." He pointed to the hotel on the other side of the road. However, that was the last thing he wanted.

"No, I want you to take me wherever you think is best." She said as she leaned comfortably in the passenger seat.

"Are you sure?" He was not expecting this.

He was not expecting that this night would ever end like this. Just a few minutes ago, he was ready to let her go and move on.

But it seemed fate had another thing in mind as she landed in front of his car. Or, could it be them defying their fate and fighting for something better than their destiny offered?

Love.

Maybe their love could move mountains and traverse across vast oceans. They had found a way to get through the complexity of relationships.

He guessed he would know more as he started the engine again and escaped from the rowdy crowd who wanted a piece of their story.

But not yet. Not now.

He wanted to rewrite their future. He wanted a better ending to their love affair.