Chapter 8 Back In America

• Catherine's POV
• "Mummy, we are in America!" Liam squealed, as he bounced down the stairs of the helicopter, with Mr Thomas following closely behind him.
• "Be careful, sweetie," I sighed, tightly holding onto Leo who seemed wary of his new surroundings.
• "This place is strange and hot," Leo muttered. "I don't like America. When are we going back to Canda, mummy?"
• "Soon," I lied, knowing fully well that I had signed a contract to be a neurosurgeon at the America branch for one year, at least.
• "Really soon or far soon?" He scrutinized my expression as if trying to deduce an ounce of lie on my face.
• "Soon soon, baby," I lied again, just as three bald burly men that were identically dressed in black suits and dark sunshades trekked up to us.
• "Welcome to America, ma'am," They bowed in unison to me before collecting our luggage and turning to Mr Thomas.
• "It's been a while, sir," They said to him, and he nodded.
• "It sure has," He said. "Take the luggage to the car. How many cars did you bring?"
• "Two, sir,"
• "Very well then," Mr Thomas nodded. "Give me the keys to the other car."
• One of the bodyguards quickly handed him the keys, bowed to me again, before leaving with our luggage.
• "Who are they?" I asked, sidling with Mr Thomas to the other car; a black range rover defender.
• "They are from my security company," He divulged. "They help with stuff like this."
• "You have a security company?" I questioned. "Just how many businesses do you have exactly, sir?"
• "About ten. I may have lost count," He chuckled, opening the door for Leo and Liam who smiled shyly at him before climbing in.
• I had forgotten to bring their car seats from Canada.
• I just hoped that there was a children's mall or something akin to that nearby.
• "That's really cool," I commended him. "I could never run a business. Hell, I'd run it into bankruptcy. Only the heavens know what I'd have done if you weren't here to guide me with the estates and all."
• Smiling, he reached forward to open my side of the car and I shook my head.
• "It's fine, sir."
• "You remind me so much of Madam Ophelia, you know?" He shook his head as he stared at me. "Not only are you her mirror image but you also have a pleasant personality just like her."
• "I'm glad to hear that." I beamed, as he went over to the driver's seat.
• When I told him that I was returning to America for work, Mr Thomas had given me a strange look as if I had just confessed to murder.
• Thereafter he had launched into an argument vehemently stating that he couldn't let me go back there because he had promised my mother that he'd protect me from Alessandro.
• Eventually, he had agreed to allow me return to America on one condition; that he'd go with me to see how things were.
• Some days after I got to Canada, I had narrated my whole ordeal with Alessandro to both mum and the elder man.
• Mum had been infuriated with him but Mr Thomas was even angrier.
• He even suggested I sued Alessandro for a huge amount of money for emotional abuse.
• I didn't do as he said because I was hellbent on avoiding anything that would cause him and I to meet again.
• For all I cared, he was as good as dead to me.
• Hell, I was even planning to tell the twins that he was dead if they ever asked me about him.
• An hour and a couple of minutes later, we got to my new residence; a huge building that housed many condos.
• "You could have just stayed in one of your estates," Mr Thomas huffed, as we carried a sleepy Liam and a fast asleep Leo out of the car.
• "That would be too much work," I countered. "I don't want maids or anything like that at all. I want to raise Leo and Liam right. I don't want them to become one of those stuck-up rich kids that bully people."
• "Catherine, they have a lovely soul like you as their mother. There's no way that could possibly happen." Mr Thomas said, as we stepped into the elevator and I clicked on the fifth floor.
• "Maybe in the future, we will move into one of the estates. But for now, the three of us will live modestly." I said.
• "The ball is in your court, dear," He replied. "By the way, I'm returning to Canada tomorrow. I'll spend the night in a hotel, so you don't have to worry about it."
• "Hotel?" I frowned. "You can stay with us. It's a five bedroom condo and the twins and I can't possibly sleep in all the rooms, can we?"
• He chuckled at my joke and sighed. "I really don't want to be a bother, Catherine."
• "Well, you're not."
• "Okay then, if you say so," He nodded. "Thank you."
• "You don't have to thank me, sir," I said, as we stepped into the condo.
• The place felt warm, homey and right for me.
• It had a minimalistic brown and white design which made me fall in love with it more because I had also designed my condo in Canada with white and brown themes.
• "I love this place," I said. "Your men did a great job with it, Mr Thomas."
• "Really?"
• "Of course, sir. It's so cool.*
• Then, Mr Thomas and I located the twins room which was designed with Pokemon and Angry birds posters and merchandise on either side.
• Leo had an unhealthy obsession with the red bird while Liam loved Pokemon and anything related to it.
• The twins were definitely going to love the design.
• "Thanks again for the wonderful design, Mr Thomas." I uttered, and he waved it off.
• "It's nothing, dear."
• I was really touched by the fact that he cared enough about the twins to even know their likes and dislikes.
• Mr Thomas was truly like the father I never had or met.
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• Alessandro's POV
• As I strutted to the conference room to attend a meeting with the shareholders of my company, my phone vibrated with a call.
• Retracting it from my pocket, I saw that it was Marco calling me.
• "Speak," I said.
• "Boss, she's back," He said. "She is back in America."
• "Who?" I frowned.
• "Ma'am Catherine," He divulged. "According to my sources, she came back about a week ago."
• I almost dropped my phone at the sudden yet joyous revelation.
• After years of looking for her, the love of my life was finally back.
• However, as happy as the news made me, a question still tugged at my chest.
• "Wait, why did she come back? Did something happen to her?" I asked.
• "No, sir," He responded. "But I'm currently looking into the reason behind her sudden appearance as we speak."
• "Good job, Marco," I said. "You did great. Keep me updated on any new development, okay?"
• "Alright, sir. But you shouldn't thank me for doing my job." He said.
• "Very well then. I'm hanging up." I uttered, and ended the call.
• Catherine was back which meant one thing;
• Everything was really going to change from now on.