Demon CEO's Hidden Love: Mr Grayson Stole Me From My Abusive Husband-Chapter 133: Capable Of Loving

Brooke stayed at the hospital, besides Thane until she ended up falling asleep. She stayed asleep until she felt a weight on the back of her head.

Reflexively, she sat up, shaking the hand off her head.

"What the-"

"I’m sorry, did I wake you?" Thane asked, his hand suspended in the air.

Brooke’s eyes widened, and her vision of Thane turned watery. "Mr Grayson, you’re awake?" She asked, rather than stating.

Thane’s gaze softened, "Thanks to you keeping an eye on me."

She frowned while wiping her tears, "How can you sound so reckless? Can you even begin to imagine how scared I was? Why didn’t you say anything to me?"

A sigh escaped his lips, "Brooke, it isn’t easy," his hand fell to the back of his neck, "Showing this to you." He explained.

Brooke’s heart sunk, "You don’t trust me enough? Is that it?"

"No, I trust you the most-"

Brooke cut him off, "I don’t think you even know what that word means. You don’t hide something this big from the person you claim to trust." She wheeled herself forward and held his hand, intertwining their fingers.

"I trust you with my life, so please, don’t hide anything from me. I don’t think I’ll be able to take something bad happening to you right under my nose." She sniffled, her tone breaking with each word.

Thane parted his lips to speak, but his eye caught sight of Brooke’s cheek, at the slight red hue that painted it.

"Who did this to you?" Thane asked, changing the subject.

Brooke reflexively cupped her cheek, confirming Thane’s suspicions. "That’s not important right now, we’re talking about you-"

But he interjected. "I’m sorry, but I can’t sit here without knowing who did this to you."

Brooke sighed, to her what happened didn’t matter anymore, and it felt like Thane was simply just trying to change the subject.

She wheeled herself away from his bed and made for the door. "I’m leaving."

"Brooke-" he tried getting up, but held his hand to his chest, his body in pain from the sudden movement.

"I’m really okay, it’s not a big deal." She let out a sigh, "And you were right, we shouldn’t have come here. It was my mistake, I’m sorry you had to suffer for it." She said then left the hospital room.

Once she left, Thane reached into his shirt, searching for the ring, but he could not find it on him. He frantically looked around him, so engrossed that he barely heard Maverick come in.

"Are you looking for this? Cousin?" Maverick asked, holding the ring up.

Thane kept a frown, "Give it here."

Maverick clasped it in his palm as he approached Thane, "She is the girl you’ve always been fond of, isn’t she?"

"The ring, Maverick." He held his hand out, refusing to listen to anything else.

Maverick sighed as he tendered the ring over, "I guess somethings about you never change. You’re a very simple man now, despite how much mystery shrouds you."

Thane took the ring off his hand, "Who was the one who hit her?" Thane asked, ignoring everything else he said.

"It was grandfather, apparently, she talked back to the old man and he did not take that too kindly." Maverick answered swiftly.

"That fucking bastard." He clenched his jaw, "I won’t let this slide."

"I know you won’t, that’s why I told you." Maverick pointed out.

Thane hissed, "I was poisoned, wasn’t I?"

Maverick raised a brow, "A correct observation." He folded his arms and reclined against the wall, "You know Thane, you really must be careful with your health, you had the Mrs beyond worried."

Thane ignored his last remark. "And? Have you been able to trace the drug?"

"You don’t sound as surprised as I imagined you’d be. It almost seems as if you willingly drank the poison-" midway through his sentence, Maverick gasped and widened his eyes.

"Oh no." He slapped his temples, realization hitting hard.

He looked at Thane incredulously, "Tell me you did not drink that drug willingly."

Thane responsed calmly, "I was skeptical at first when I saw the change in medication, it wasn’t that I willingly drank it, it was just..." he recalled that day, and the excitement he felt over taking Brooke to his company.

He sighed, dismissing the thought, "I should’ve confirmed first, I realize that now."

"You know, one would think that you would treat your life with more care when you finally found your little obsession-"

Thane strictly cut him off, "Brooke is not an obsession."

"Oh, but she is." He argued, "Don’t tell me you actually believe you love her?" he asked, holding back a laugh.

Thane glared harshly at him, "What?"

In a calmer tone he went on, "You place no real faith in her, you don’t trust her enough to tell her anything about your past and treat her like you both are anything but equals. Truth be told, it seems that you’ve been pining over not having her for more than a decade, and now that you do..." he lowered his gaze to Thane’s clasped hand and smiled.

"You’re treating her like you treat that ring. You don’t actually love her, you’re just deeply infatuated with the idea of having a person devoted to you all to yourself. I pity her, it seems that the poor thing has truly fallen in love with you..." he was saying, only to get cut off by the ring flying straight at his face!

"Thane you-"

"You talk too damn much." Thane said, cutting him off.

Despite the pain he felt, Thane got up from the bed, he walked past Maverick and got to the door.

"Thank you." Thane said, opening the door, "It seems I needed to have the situation analysed from another perspective, and it’s opened my eyes and made me realize something." Leaving his sentence hanging he left the hospital room.

Maverick turned around to reveal the wide grin on his face. "This reaction is even better than I expected."

He crouched down and picked up the ring, smiling, he said, "Who could’ve guessed this would happen? This woman right really be his one true weakness."

Mallory stared at Matthew, and had the urge to tell him to come in and freshen up. She could tell that he had a lot on his mind, but she didn’t know how to bring it up.

He had returned her book which was good and fine, but it didn’t stop there. Matthew came again to her villa at night, reeking of alcohol, looking troubled.

What did he come here for? Did he forget something last night?

"You don’t need to look so uncomfortable, I only came here because it was on my route." Matthew said.

"That doesn’t make any sense, my family owns this road, it isn’t on your route." She countered, failing to know when to play along with the scenario.

"You don’t think I came here to see you?" He laughed.

Mallory rolled her eyes, "No, I don’t think that." She said folding her arms, "But I do think that you’re here because you’re running away from something."

He scoffed, "Hilarious."

She narrowed her eyes, "Look, we’re in no measure friends, and I don’t want that in any form. But, you did return my aunt’s book to me, so..."

He raised a brow, "So?"

She groaned, "So, I am obliged to pay you one favor."

Matthew looked Mallory from head to toe before letting out a sneer, "Yeah, this was a mistake." He picked up his helmet, but Mallory reached for his wrist and stopped him.

"You’re drunk, too drunk to be driving this on the streets at night." She reasoned.

He traced his gaze from her frail hand to the worried look on her face. He hadn’t pegged her to be the straightforward type of person, but then again, she did mouth off to him at any chance she got.

He held her wrist and pulled her in, "And, where do you suggest I sleep? In your bedroom?" he whispered in her ear.

But Mallory kept a straight face, "Charming." She peeled his hand off hers, "I’m just being courteous, I didn’t expect you to take that for granted." She let out a sigh, deeply concerned over how this man could be related to Thane.

She turned around, "I really think you should leave, and don’t ever come back here again-"

"I’ll crash here."

Mallory halted in her steps, "Pardon?" She looked over her shoulder, "I don’t think I caught that."

He hissed and tossed his helmet to her, careful not to harm her. He walked past her towards the main house, "I said, I’ll spend the night here, but only because you won’t stop worrying your prissy head over it."

Mallory rolled her eyes, "You are a difficult person."

He raised his middle finger to her in response.

"And vulgar too." She mumbled under her breath, her eyes fell to the helmet sitting in her arms, and a small smile played on her lips...

Author’s Note: Have a happy new year guys! Thanks so much for reading this story and thank you for all the gifts, comments, votes and Golden tickets.

I hope we can be together for the next year too!

On an unrelated note, I’m entering a new novel into a competition and it’s a werewolf romance. I hope you all will read it, once it’s out!