Ronan was walking back and forth, his fingers passing through his dark locks from time to time. He heard the footsteps and quickly walked to the door, trying to manage his expressions. Shael opened the door and saw Ronan standing in front.
"What's going on?" Ronan asked, tracing Shael tip to the toes.
"Sorrell was having a tough time with his partner. He wanted to stay at my apartment for a few days, so I stepped out to give him the keys."
"I see." Despite trying to manage his expressions, he looked so devastated.
"Something happened at the company?" Shael asked as he changed his shoes.
"No, not really. It's just... It's—" Ronan's head was too blank to give an excuse. "I got worried. You were nowhere to be found, so my heart sank," Ronan blurted out, facing Shael.
Shael cupped Ronan's face. "I am sorry for not informing you. You were sleeping, so I didn't want to disturb you."
"Aren't you hungry?" Shael asked as he walked to the kitchen.
"Yeah, a little bit."
"Wait a moment," Shael grabbed the utensils. "Food will be ready in a moment."
[You have been delaying the tasks due to which there was an error in the system which missed important events that might have occurred. You cannot keep on going like this, you have to get back to your tasks.]
Ronan looked at Shael as he was cutting vegetables on the wooden board, a rhythmic tak tak sound resonating through the kitchen walls. Ronan looked down and closed his eyes before heading to the wine cellar and grabbed a few bottles, taking them to his room.
When Shael opened the door to call him for the meal, he saw Ronan sitting on the floor leaning against the bed. Empty bottles of wine were spread into the room.
"Why are you drin...king on an empty... stomach?" Shael walked to him slowly and cupped his face as he looked wasted. "Ronan!"
Ronan pulled Shael into his embrace. "Let's sleep together," he said in a low hushed voice.
Shael remembered how Ronan acted during their intercourse when he was drunk. "Not now."
"Why?"
"Cause... Cause..."
Ronan pushed him back onto the floor and placed himself above him. "Just a few more times and then it would all end."
"Ronan, please, not now, please." Shael grabbed onto Ronan's hands that unbuttoned his shirt. "You are drunk."
But Ronan wasn't listening and started kissing Shael's chest.
"Ronan, I am pregnant. Don't do that. Don't force yourself on me."
Ronan's body froze at his words.
"It's not good for the baby. The doctor prohibited me from having sex," Shael continued, but Ronan wasn't listening.
His mind went blank at the word pregnant. Now that he thought about it, the pregnancy might be the result of one of those sex.
Something exploded inside him, and he realized how vicious he was. He got his omega pregnant by force, and his next step was to forcefully abort his own baby.
He quickly got up and sprinted out. Ronan settled into the car and drove away. The only words that stuck in his head were, "Don't you remember me? You said I was your world. Ronan, please stop hurting me."
His breath quickened, his vision got cloudy due to the tears falling out of his eyes, his sobs soon changed into frantic screams at a point. He was screaming and wailing at the empty road, his car accelerating with increasing speed.
Everything went blurry in front of him. He saw a vehicle headlight approaching and bent the steering towards the trees beside the road and crashed into a tree. The car's front completely smashed into the tree, bending the car's nose into crushed steel junk.
Ronan hit his head, and blood was dripping all over his face. He tried to move but couldn't budge, as if he was paralyzed. All the memories played in his head like snapshots of a movie. He remembered everything, his eyes were dripping while his lips trembled. The thought of death scared him.
Not now, please... Not like this.
He didn't want to leave because Shael would be suffering with the scars he left. His eyes slowly closed, and he lost consciousness.
When he opened his eyes, he found himself on a hospital bed, his head still in a haze.
Am I back in my world?
"Are you awake? Thankfully you are not fatally injured," the doctor said, checking onto his drip.
At that time Ronan heard Shael cry as Shael's voice slowly came closer, and his heart raced. He turned to a side and saw Shael running to him frantically. Shael stopped near his feet as his hands trembled.
"Come here." Ronan extended his arms as he sat up.
Shael sat at the bed and went into his embrace, still sobbing as his tears wet his shirt.
"It's alright, I am not severely hurt. Don't cry. It's not good for your health." Ronan tried to maintain his usual cold tone. He was so ashamed to face Shael that he decided to act like he still doesn't remember anything for now.