You Can Run But You Can't Hide My Contractual Wife

Chapter 443: Connecting Dots

Last night, Eric went back to the resort and came to see Mr. Harry, the oldest butler.

With the handkerchief in his hand, he just wanted to give it to the old servant somehow there was

something that kept on bugging him. His curiosity about that girl servant who was so distant from him.

Well, it was quite usual for this kind of place maybe.

Maybe that girl might just be shy.

Eric shook his head and got rid of the idea.

Then, he looked at his wristwatch.

It was just a matter of a few hours left and he would fly back to the city and then go back abroad.

His works there were waiting for him and he had no time to spare.

When he was walking in a hallway, he luckily met the old man.

“Mr. Harry,” Eric strode closer to the old servant.

“Good evening, Mr. Grant.” Mr. Harry halted and greeted him politely.

“Good evening,” Eric answered reciprocating his politeness. "By the way, I found this." Eric showed the

colored brown handkerchief.

“Oh, that is very kind of you, sir. But… where did you find my handkerchief?" The old servant asked

puzzled. "Because I gave this to Helen.” He added still very confused.

Eric nodded and then he smirked.

So that girl was named Helen.

She must have some reasons why she was so distant from him.

“She dropped it,” Eric answered plainly.

“Oh, poor girl! She’s always sick because of her pregnancy.” Mr. Harry murmured worriedly like his

guest didn’t exist. “If only her baby has a father, she would not suffer this way.” Mr. Harry continued as

he was about to go away with his handkerchief.

Eric was not a nosy type of person but he thought he overheard Mr. harry saying something about the

girl that caught his attention. “So, where’s the father of her baby?” Eric didn’t know why he even asked

that kind of question.

He seemed stunned also for having time to gossip about someone’s life when he had so many works in

his hand.

Mr. Harry halted then he turned around to face Eric.

His eyes were full of sympathy toward the girl in their conversation.

“Hmmm… that girl, Helen… She is a newcomer to this island with her little brother. Please don't get

humiliated at her trait as she is really a bit discreet about her whereabouts so no one knows about her

true-life story but this island is too small so gossip is the official tabloids here.” Mr. Harry smirked as he

continued. “They say, Helen, came here to hide something. Her baby. But … no one could confirm that

gossip so it remained a gossip.” Realizing that he already talked too much to his most VIP guest, Mr.

Harry quickly gathered his best composure. “I’m sorry Mr. Grant, I didn’t intend to waste your precious

time on this trivial matter.” Mr. Harry quickly bowed politely and planned to leave immediately

embarrassed by his long storytelling about another people's life.

His sympathy for Helen just enveloped him totally which made him share her story with a stranger.

“Wait, Mr. Harry.” When Mr. Harry thought their topic was over and he could leave him freely, Eric

stopped him.

The old man looked at Eric puzzled.

He seemed to study Eric through his eyes and he could not get any answer to his questions.

There was no way that this billionaire had something to do with Helen as they came from two different

worlds.

Mr. Eric Grant is like a sky. So high and unreachable.

Helen is so poor trying to strive every day for herself, her baby, and her little brother.

If there were no guests in the resort, she sells dried fish in the street with her brother just to earn and

put food on the table.

So there was no way these two were connected.

“This Helen has a brother? What’s his name?” Eric asked full of curiosity which made Mr. Harry more

confused as his wrinkles showed deeper.

“Hmmm… Johnny. His name is Johnny.” Mr. Harry answered truthfully even though he was troubled

about a billionaire interested in someone’s life. Still, Eric is their guest and if ever he leaves the resort,

the old butler believed that Eric would not remember their topic tonight. He is a busy man to start with.

“Helen… Johnny?” Eric muttered like he was thinking of something deeply. “How old is the baby?” He

added.

“Hmmm… If my guess is right, 4 months, sir” Mr. Harry answered blankly. “Mr. Grant, are you okay?”

The old man asked when Eric was taken aback.

Why his heart was racing so fast and his mind could not find its calm?

Eric heard something interesting maybe because he remembered someone but it wasn’t just like that.

His mind was running wild.

He knew he had to control it as he knew it was too impossible.

‘Helen is not Hanna.’

‘Her brother’s name is Anthony, not Johnny.’

‘And a baby???’ Eric remembered their last night before she went away.

It pained his heart unbearably.

How could he not forget her?

Connecting the dots could not change the fact that it was too impossible to happen.

He knew where Hanna flew by tracking the flight that day.

The place was very far away from this island.

And that Helen was just a resemblance because his mind kept on thinking about Hanna.

He had to forget Hanna.

He was so tired of her memory.

Admittedly, it was not her memory but his guilt and his own self.

Though his mind was telling him that he was right but his heart was still longing for her.

And that was the very hard part.

How to teach your heart from forgetting someone.

In that part, Eric failed.

There were so many women seducing him every day but they could not get his interest.

What’s wrong with him?

Why he could not take away Hanna from his mind?

It seemed all the faces of women he encountered changed into Hanna’s beautiful face like he was

bewitched by her.

Should he date another woman to get rid of Hanna in his mind?

It seemed working a lot was not that effective.

“Sir, do you still need anything?” Mr. Harry broke the deafening silence.

"Ah... nothing,” Eric answered plainly trying to get a grip of himself.

“Well then, I would like to excuse myself.” Mr. Harry bowed and after Eric responded to him with a nod,

he left.

Eric was left rooted in his spot.

He could not get rid of all the thoughts in his mind.

Helen reminded him of Hanna but again he debated, it was too impossible!

After a while, he gave up thinking about Hanna.

Hanna chose to leave him and that is the fact he needed to live and accept.

When he finally calmed himself, Eric walked in his room’s direction.

He had to take a nap for his early flight and he badly needed to rest his mind.

He continued walking in a long hallway but then he suddenly stopped after passing a wide foyer of the

main villa.

His expression turned sharp as he took a few steps back and his eyes quickly landed on a mid-size

picture framed and was hanged on a wall together with some other pictures.

What caught his attention was the group picture of the employees in the resort and he believed the

well-made woman in the middle was the owner of the resort, Charles’ mom but it wasn’t her that made

him halt.

One of the employees there was none other than the woman who never let him sleep at night.

“Helen…” Eric muttered as he gritted his teeth. His eyes turned the sharpest. “Hanna…” Then he

smirked meaningfully.

“Brother?” Suddenly, someone sounded behind him. “Are you, okay?” Arabella came in still having

troubles about how she would keep Hanna’s existence on this island from Eric.

She felt she was caught in a big situation where she had to choose one person to save but it wasn’t an

easy part for her.

It was too difficult as she felt like betraying the person she didn’t choose.

Hanna and Eric were her friends.

Eric is her closest but how could she forgive herself for betraying Hanna who struggled enough in life

just to have a simple and peaceful life?

Arabella could fully understand Hanna as they shared almost the same sentiments in life.

Fate was too cruel to both of them but they continued their lives for their loved ones.

“You are here,” Eric quickly snapped back to his senses.

“Hmmm…” Arabella hummed uneasily but tried not to be obvious. “Are you… are you ready for your

flight back tomorrow?” She wanted to confirm.

Eric looked at Arabella seriously. “I changed my mind,” Eric answered plainly. “I want to have fun on

this island.” He added with a stern tone.

“What???” Arabella’s jaw dropped.

It wasn’t intended but she could not control it upon hearing Eric.

“What’s wrong? Is there something that I didn’t know?” Eric asked meaningfully.

Arabella could feel her heartbeat was going to explode.

She wasn’t good at lying but of course, she had to try her best.

She promised Hanna that she had to help her no matter what.

“What do you mean, brother?” Arabella could not look at him.

She was trying but she could not deceive someone like Eric.

“Nothing.” Eric smiled. “Why do I feel you are so tense? Where have you been?” Eric averted the topic.

“Nothing.” Arabella smiled at him awkwardly too. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

‘I’m so sorry, brother.’

At the back of her head, she was so sorry for Eric.

“I just walked around trying to breathe some fresh air and mingle with the good locals.” She added to

break the awkwardness she felt that was starting to build up in the air.

“Oh, so how’re the people here? Are they beautiful? Because… I am thinking to date someone from

here. You know, maybe that’s more fun than my work in the office.” Eric uttered naughtily as he smiled

at Arabella.

“Brother…” Arabella complained.

“Hahaha! Just kidding!” Eric chuckled. “Good night!” He sounded plainly then went away.

Arabella froze in her spot frowning so deeply.

She was stunned by Eric’s trait just now.

What happened to him?

Did he know something?

Thinking about this, Arabella could not help but felt nervous for Hanna.

The internet wasn't available on the island the same as the network.

Only in this resort, they could get better connections and networks with their own signal transmittal

equipment.

“Hi,” Suddenly someone sounded behind her.

Arabella quickly turned around.

“Hi,” She answered formally seeing it was Charles who had a wide smile on his face as he strode

closer to Arabella.

Arabella didn’t like the obdurate air Charles was bringing in.

She didn’t like him for so many reasons like she could not identify them all.

“Where’s everyone?” Arabella felt she was away for a long time and she didn’t know what she missed

tonight.

Charles smiled at her.

His dimples were deep showing off like they were seducing her.

He stopped in front of Arabella leaving only a half meter away from her.

She quickly took a few steps back from Charles.

“Can we not talk about the others? Can we talk about us?” Charles sounded sexy.

Instantly, Arabella quickly felt all her tiny hair skin go up with this man’s arrogance.

For her, it was so irritating.

“I’m sorry. I’m not interested.” She quickly answered to block his intentions looking at him with sharp

eyes. “Rosy is too good at you. Please behave yourself.” Without wasting any more time, she turned

around to go directly to her room but Charles suddenly grabbed her arm.

“Oh, sorry. Please, I don’t mean to be so rude.” Charles mumbled stopping her to go away.

Arabella halted.

She forcefully withdrew her arm from Charles but he gripped it hard.

“Let her go!” They all jolted with the angry voice.

Charles looked at the man quickly.

“Dude, it’s just a misunderstanding!” Seeing another man who was so angry approaching their

direction, Charles quickly released Arabella’s hand as he explained but it was too late.

“Ahhh!!!” The next sound heard was Charles’ painful cry.

Damien enragedly strode forward clenching his knuckles so hard and before they could react,

Damien’s fist already landed on Charles's face.

Blood quickly slipped from his nose.

“Ahhh!” Another punch and cry were heard at the same time.

Charles was directly shoved to the floor.

“Damien! Damien! That’s enough!” Arabella sounded in panic blocking his way to Charles.

His expression could kill and Arabella would not let that happen.

“Damien! Stop! Listen to me! Will you, please?” Arabella tried her best to control Damien’s intense

temper.

She then held his wrist.

“Please…” Damien halted and looked at her seriously.

“Dude! Are you nuts? Why are you acting like I am holding your girlfriend, huh?! It’s not your girlfriend!”

Charles was wiping the blood from his nose as he hissed.

“Ahhh!!!” Another cry from Charles made the servants and the other people went out.

After his words, Damien kicked him on the floor.

"Oh my gosh!" Rosy screamed in shock seeing the violent scene.

"Damien! Damien! Stop!" Lira came running in panic.

The two girls heard the screaming and some servants came in too.

"Rosy, what's wrong with your friends? This guy just hit me!"

Arabella and Lira quickly assisted Damien before everything would get messier.

They knew Damien's temper and no one could stop him from hurting Charles if he continued his

arrogance.

When the three left, Charles shooed his servant.

"Rosy, this is just a misunderstanding, okay? Don't worry. I am an open-minded person. I already

forgive them." Charles sounded boastfully trying to get Rosy's side.

Rosy gracefully strode closer to Charles as she smiled at him sweetly.

Then she held Charles' shoulders.

"Don't worry. I am also open-minded Charles." After Rosy sounded, "Ahhhh!!!" Charles' painful cry was

heard again.

"Oopsie! Sorry, I trust my friends more than you." Rosy said after she strongly hit Charles' manhood

with her knee then she strode out gracefully leaving the man crouching on the floor with intense pain.