Got Too Far

Prince men moved right away. They found the electricity generator turned off, and the culprit left the scene a minute ago. Some of them followed a tiny line, but the head of the bodyguards, named Justin, toppled over the woman who turned off the generator.

There are two sides of the coin they had to check on.

One, the police who were investigating Prince Gomez about Avery De Leon's disappearance, and the second, was the De Leon family protecting Aria De Leon in hands of Prince. Justin had been lectured about Prince's plans, and he isn't the right person to blow the whistle.

He worked under Gomez for several years, and he had vowed to work under them for more years to come.

He might even be at Prince's side when his father is released.

The woman was wearing a jade hoodie, cap, and a mask. Justin couldn't recognize her, but she get away out of his grasp quickly when she swung a pipe, and slammed it right on his arm.

Justin collapsed to the ground right away. That woman knew how to fight.

The woman found some time to run away as rapidly as possible. Justin grunted in pain, lying flat on the back, and held his arm. It must have been broken twice. He tried to hold his ground, and to stand up from the floor, but he gave up.

This won't work at all.

Justin leaned in his lips close to his watch, whispering, "Please turn on the electricity at 7:15. By that time, they must have gone out of the building."

…

Police are everywhere, joining the scheme, carrying out a special joint operation to corner Prince Gomez.

They believed that a father is like the son. Nothing else could change their principle and belief. Even Prince, that even though he tried so hard to close his ears from hearing insults down the court whenever there's a trial, it cut deep through his heart.

As soon as the lights go out, the fire bell rang. Aria perked up, looking at the alarm by the center of the ceiling, and all the lights turned to red. Prince approached her quickly, ushering her hand, and taking out her IV drip. Aria got surprised by his actions, whispering, "What did you do?"

Prince didn't respond. His breath ragged, nervous about what would happen.

He has done this a couple of times, and it isn't going to make him scared anymore.

As Aria held onto the vein—that was the IV needle's place earlier—blood kept oozing out. Prince retrieved a handkerchief inside his pocket, and gave it to her.

"What are you…"

"We need to get out. You're in danger if we're caught up in fire." Prince reached out to her left hand, tugging it, and forcing her out of the bedroom. But Aria persisted.

"I need to bring the flowers." Aria unclasped her hands from Prince's grasp. He turned to the door, and the patients went outside, scrambling to the hallway, knowing the risk of the fire will lead them to danger. Prince waited until Aria hugged the small water bottle close to her chest.

"Are you seriously bringing that?" Prince reached out for the coat, slung it by his arm, and sighed.

"It's the first gift you got me," Aria answered. Prince understood it was the first gift she got from her savior.

Prince didn't know why, but his hands voluntarily laid out the coat, and slowly draped it around Aria's shoulder. As the siren blared in their ears, Aria's hearing must have gone wrong. The moment Prince leaned on to cover her thin hospital gown's clothes, the noise got muffled.

She looked up at his chin, sniffing in his scent, bewitching her in every way.

He was too charming not to resist.

Prince turned down under her chin, securing the button close to the moisturized sunshine petals of the rose. Aria kept looking at his cheek, his nose, his long eyelashes… everything about his face entranced her.

As Prince stared up at her, he gave the faintest smile, mumbling, "Let's go."

In those simple words, Aria has woken up. She raised her brows, realizing how long she's been staring at him.

"Yeah, let's go," Aria whispered.

Prince didn't know if Aria should run. The miscarriage might happen after a while if she ran. There's still flight of stairs to deal with. Prince had to think of another way to deliver her to the car.

Aria waited for Prince to hold her hand, but he offered, "Don't run."

She got astonished. "How should I suppose to…"

Prince suggested, "I'll carry you. You're pregnant, Aria. You'll bleed if you run."

Isn't that the best revenge he could get? No, Prince had a subconscious screaming for him to carry Aria. He didn't know who drove it, but he's too crazy about the certain change in their plans. A sudden swerve in the car would lead them to an accident.

Prince had to think fast, and this is the best way to make Aria comfortable to her.

In able to do that, he had to win her trust.

A span of week is enough to let her trust Prince.

"Prince, are you…" They don't have some time to chit-chat. Prince bent down, reaching out behind her legs, and held her back steadily. Aria wouldn't be a problem anymore. Her weight is tolerable in his arms.

"Woah!" Aria held out, carrying the water bottle close to her chest, careful enough not to spill the water.

"Are you sure with this?" Aria breathed.

"Put the flowers behind me, and slung your arms around my neck," he ordered. Aria had never been this close to another man. Bryce was the only one she fell in love, and resorted not to let another man inside her life, but Prince entered the restricted door accidentally.

They're right: promises are meant to be broken.

"Do it," Prince urged. Aria did so.

She put the flowers behind him, and slung her other hand to the nape of her neck.

Prince had never been this close to another woman, too. Avery only kissed him once or twice, but he never got too bewitched by it. Prince always had a lot of excuses to start with. He pushed her away from his body as always, and got sick of being near her all the time.

He guessed… he never loved Avery.

"I'll run, okay? Hold on," Prince whispered. The sirens bombarded the whole hospital. He wasn't sure if this was the scheme his men have done. They didn't know if this would turn out as successful. All he knew was that, he had to escape Aria from the hospital.

They went out of the room, and the whole hallway has engulfed with smoke.

Prince got surprised. His men have done ruthless actions, providing them a pathway to find out about them, and reckless scenes will uncover who was behind it. Prince hissed, but he realized he had Aria relying on him.

"Hold on."

Aria tucked in the loose strands of her hair behind her ear. Prince turned in another stairway, and rushed downstairs. He saw a fire exit right when he reached the platform, and Aria was looking at him. Prince decided it too fast, hastily opening the door before someone see them.

The police must be searching for their whereabouts, but Prince had cleared the table, and no amount of mess can they find out about Aria De Leon. The fire was a blessing in disguise, and the letters will just burn down in the ashes.

As Prince locked the door, the fire smoke ceased to exist.

Holding to Aria's legs, he still carried her.

"You must be tired, I can run," Aria wondered.

"No, Aria, I'll carry you," Prince insisted.

It touched her heart. Bryce had never done it to her. All of the good deeds Prince had shown her were the things Aria had wished for the father of her future child. But why did… she have to meet Bryce before Prince?

As Prince huffed some air upon reaching the basement's parking lot, he turned to Aria, who was hugging his neck tightly. Prince sighed, clenching his jaw. She adjusted her hands, grasping his shoulder. Aria leveled her head to him. She held the bottle of roses as she looked straight at him.

Their faces were close to each other. Prince breathed, and the beads of sweat trickled down.

Aria noticed it, offered up the sleeve of her hospital gown, and patted his forehead.

"You're sweating," Aria mumbled.