Sorry Sir I Don’t Want You Back by Little Angelic Devil

Hudson straightened himself and pursed his lips. "She's feverish. I was going to bring her to the hospital."

Julian took a deep breath, crouched down beside the couch to feel Cherise's forehead, and found Hudson's words to be true. Cherise was burning up. He needed to bring her to the hospital as soon as possible, especially now she was unconscious. He carefully lifted his sister in his arms and turned toward Hudson.

"Amery, I thank you for supporting her on the stage, but you should have come to me instead of taking her by yourself," Julian said with sharp eyes. Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on . Visit to read the complete chapters for free. "I know you saw me in the audience. She's my responsibility now as Emely is your responsibility. Please do not come close to Cherise anymore."

After warning Hudson, Julian walked toward the door.

"Paula, call the driver and ask him to meet us at the back exit," he said to Paula and left.

Paula stood in the room, looked at Hudson's mask, then at him.

"You are Xav," she said.

Hudson kept quiet as it was apparent Paula was making a statement and not questioning him.

"What game are you playing, Hudson?" she asked with narrowed eyes. "You let her suffer for three years, cheated behind her back, and told her she didn't deserve to bear your child while that scheming evil mistress deserves it." Hudson clenched his fists, trying to control the surge of emotions he felt.

"You chose your mistress over Cherise," Paula stressed the words out. "She has suffered enough. Just let her go. She's happy now, and you should be happy too, as you are finally going to marry your mistress. Be a gentleman and stop playing whatever twisted game you are playing."

Seeing Hudson keeping quiet, Paula turned to leave.

"Oh, we are not going to tell her you are Xav," Paula said with her back facing Hudson. "She started dancing because she idolized Xav. We are not going to taint her thoughts of Xav."

With that, she left the room and called the driver.

Hudson, now alone in Cherise's waiting room, slumped onto the couch and ran his hands through his hair.

Cherise was Miss. X. He remembered the first time he saw her dancing in the competition when he was invited to be one of the judges.

At that time, he couldn't take his eyes off the young woman with the mask. Not only was her dancing technique and choreography the best he had seen, but the emotions she put into her dance were just spot on. Everything about her was mesmerizing. It would be a lie to say he didn't have the desire to at least partner up with her once, but he had only danced once, and it was because he lost a stupid bet with Luis, and he dared him to be the champion of a Salsa dance competition.

A bitter laugh escaped Hudson's lips. The one woman he had been hating turned out to be the only female dancer he had ever admired and wanted to partner up with.

"Cherise... Why didn't you show me the real you when we were married?" Hudson whispered to the empty room.

Suddenly, he saw the organizer peeking into the room, and her eyes widened as she saw his abandoned mask and attire.

"Don't tell anyone," he said coldly as he stood up, and the organizer nodded, understanding how the CEO of the Amery Group didn't want his identity as Xav to be known to anyone. "Mr. Amery, your fiance has been looking for you," the lady said instead.

Hudson nodded at her, and she left him alone.

He buttoned up and smoothed out his shirt. He didn't know why he felt so tired and not because he just danced after a long time of not doing it.

It wasn't a physical thing. He had great stamina, and he was just supporting Cherise in her dance, not when leading her.

It was more of an emotional thing.

For the last two weeks, he had shown up in public with Emely and felt it was tiring.

He shouldn't feel this way. Being with Emely used to be easy and comfortable. He didn't need to act to be gentle with her, and it used to come easily. But now...

He felt like being gentle with her was an act he needed to do, and it was getting tiring. Was his decision to marry her wrong? But this was his promise to Luis.

Hudson sighed again before leaving the room to get his suit jacket and meet Emely, who looked worried. "Where have you been, Hudson?" Emely was shifting on her feet with worry. "Just wandering around looking for Miss. X," he shrugged. "I know you are her fan and have always wanted to meet her. I thought I could make it happen," he lied.

A bright smile immediately replaced the worry on Emely's face, and she hugged his waist. "You are so good to me, Hudson."

Hudson patted her back instead of hugging her back and stepped out of her arms.

"Did you get to meet her?" Emely asked with hope shining in her eyes.

"No." Hudson shook his head. "Her room was guarded by bodyguards, and I wasn't allowed to meet her."

"It's understandable." Emely nodded in understanding. "She doesn't want her identity to be exposed."

"Yeah," Hudson replied. Although he knew who Miss X was and was lying about it to Emely, he didn't feel any guilt.

"Did you meet Xav?" Emely asked. "I can't believe we could see the best Salsa dancers partnering up. I always thought they were both Solo dancers. But their dance was just... perfection."

"You did well yourself," he lied again just to make her talk about something else than about hiis dance with Cherise.

"Thank you, Hudson," Emely replied shyly. She didn't tell him she made mistakes because Hudson didn't know Salsa dance, and she didn't want him to think she didn't deserve the championship titles she had won before. But she didn't know Hudson was Xav and saw the mistakes she made, which, thankfully, her partner was able to cover up.

"Hudson, since we are getting married, I'm thinking of retiring from dancing and letting my partner be someone else's partner," Emely informed him.

Hudson nearly blurted out 'Thank God' because, just like Cherise, he also thought Emely was holding her partner back.

"Is that really what you want?" Hudson asked her instead. "Don't you love dancing?"

"I do." Emely nodded. "But being your wife is more important. There will be responsibilities after I become your wife, and I don't think I will have the time to practice dancing, compete, or even perform." Hudson nodded, going along with her. "It'll be good for your legs too. Dancing is not good for legs that have broken before."

Emely froze for a split second but quickly regained her composure.

"Have you ever checked your leg again?" Hudson asked.

Emely saved him when they were young. He was nearly hit by a car, but she pushed him away and got hit instead, resulting in a broken leg that almost made her disabled.

But he found the best doctors for her, and fortunately, her legs could be saved. After many operations and many months of therapy, her leg was as good as new.

Emely felt flustered when Hudson mentioned her leg. He couldn't and shouldn't know what really happened. His guilt about it, plus his guilt about Luis, were her two weapons to get him to marry her.

"You know my leg has healed fully, Hudson." She waved her hand to hide her fluster. "The doctor said I didn't need to check it except if I feel any pain, which I don't."

"Just make sure you go to the doctor if you feel any pain," Hudson said.

"I will," Emely replied while nodding her head, and a smile graced her face. "Thank you for worrying about me."

"It's what I should do," Hudson replied, taking her hand and placing it on his arm. Time to act again...

Emely felt uncomfortable hearing Hudson's tone when he said it was what he should do. It felt like she was a burden to him.

Maybe she was since his guilt was what made him decide to marry her, but she kind of didn't care about it as long as she could become Mrs. Amery, the envy of all the upper-class ladies.NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

"Let me drive you home," he said as he walked toward the lobby where Miles had been waiting for them. Drive her home?

"Don't we have a dinner booked?" she asked as she slid into the back passenger seat, followed by Hudson.

"I just remember I have something to do," Hudson murmured without explaining anything further.

"Oh." Emely was disappointed because the restaurant they were going to was the most expensive restaurant in the city, and she wanted those socialites who frequented the restaurant and used to look down on her to envy her now.

"Alright, then," Emely pretended to be understanding. "I can cook for myself, and we can change the booking to tomorrow."

Miles, who was driving, nearly couldn't stop himself from rolling her eyes. Wasn't Emely supposed to know everything about the upper society? Why didn't she know that it was impossible to just change a booking willy-nilly at the most expensive restaurant in the city?

They have very strict rules and treat all their patrons equally. Even someone as influential as Hudson couldn't demand a private room within a day.

If it were fully booked, which it usually was, they wouldn't make any concessions for anyone. It seemed Emely was just a fake-a fake in knowing everything about the upper class.

Miles disliked her and couldn't help but compare her with Cherise, who was always genuine and warm toward everyone.

He felt that his boss was blind for cheating on a perfect wife. But he was only an employee and couldn't voice his opinion on his boss' private affair.

After they dropped Emely off, Miles asked Hudson where he should drive him because he knew his boss was lying when he told Emely he had something to do.

It was dinner time, and he had no meetings or anything else scheduled except that dinner with Emely, which he canceled.

"Go to Keith's hospital," Hudson ordered Miles.

Hudson wanted to talk to Keith about what he was feeling and maybe did some checkups, but his main reason was that he knew Julian would have brought her to the best hospital, which was Keith's.

He couldn't stop worrying about her. He had never seen Cherise fainted before, and when it happened in front of his eyes, his heart nearly stopped beating.

He took his phone and texted Keith to let him know he was coming over and would arrive in less than 10 minutes.

When he reached the hospital, he went straight to Keith's office, where Keith faced him with a raised brow. "Tell me Cherise's room number," Hudson immediately blurted out.