WHY HER

JAY'S POV

Why did it have to be her?

Why did she have to be home at the time?

Why did she have to be the one to save me?

My teeth grinded.

I could have accepted anyone else…anyone at all seeing me in my worst state but her.

The mere thought that she had come at the right time told me she must have heard everything that bastard Carlos Fowler said.

I forced myself out of bed and went for a glass of water.

But I had yelled at her when she had helped me. Guilt prickled me.

I shrugged. I never asked for her help. She didn't have to… but she did. And that was driving me crazy.

“That bastard Carlos…”

A moment later one of the maids informed me Mr Hugo was coming up to my quarters. It wasn't too long a time before Mr Hugo showed up.

“Good morning sir. I thought I might have been mistaken but I drove past a car that resembled that of the vice chairman of JF group.”

“You saw him.”

I edged towards my dressing room feeling my jaw tighten.

Mr Hugo followed me.

“Sir, was Mr Carlos Fowler he