<h4>Chapter 160: Back To Damona</h4>


    (Author’s POV)


    Myra didn’t really believe that ric would help her and book a flight for today. So, she took matters into her own hands and started searching for flight schedules. Soon, a soft knock on her door interrupted her actions as ric entered slowly.


    Before she could say anything to him, he uttered, his tone sedated, "Your flight ticket has been booked for this evening. I have sent you a message. You can take a look."


    Myra looked at him with suspicion, her eyes narrowed, ’Did he seriously book it or is this just a bluff?’ A message popped on the diamond studded phone as she confirmed, he really had booked her a ticket to Damona for today, quite unexpectedly.


    She zoomed in on the details and studied every little word very carefully. Her attention shifted to the ss section. He had booked her a seat in the business ss section and the airline he has booked for her was also a luxurious and premium one.


    Shemented, "There is a mistake here. An economy seat would do for me." She had nned to pay him back but this was way out of budget for her. ’Why does they have to be so extravagant all the time?’


    "Nope, that won’t do," ric refused her words immediately.


    "I am not asking you. Fine, if you won’t do it, I will do it myself," Myra didn’t back down.


    ric casually mentioned, "It is non- refundable, but if you want to try, go ahead."


    Myra closed her eyes in, trying to calm herself down. She took deep long breath and came to terms with it, "Ok, give me your ount information. I will transfer the money."


    "There is no need for that," ric straight away refused again.


    "It is definitely needed. I don’t want to owe you anything anymore," Myra shot back.


    "Do you really have to do this, huhh? I am sorry for what I did earlier." ric muttered softly.


    "Apology not epted. ount Number," Myra didn’t back down though conversing with ric was really exhausting for her.


    ric licked his lips in frustration, ’Why does she always have to be so prideful all the time? Can’t she just ept like it is?’


    "I have something to attend to. I will send it to you. J will be handling your discharge procedure," ric gave in and departed her room.


    Shortly after, the female doctor came in, did a formal check up and once again advised Myra, "Ms. Miracle, are you sure you want to travel in your current state? As your doctor, my suggestion is to rest for a few days. Otherwise, your injuries might get aggravated."


    "I am sure doctor. I will be fine," Myra said reassuringly with a determined look.


    The doctor sighed heavily, giving in, "Ok, but you have to be extremely careful with your foot. Do not put pressure on it."


    "I will remember that," Myra hummed in response.


    The doctor departed and the day went by quite smoothly without any more disruption.


    J took care of her discharge and returned Myra’s luggage and essentials bag to her. ric didn’te even once during that time.


    Soon, it was time to depart for the airport. J took her luggage and bags while Myra walked with the help of crutches. She was relieved, she was finally leaving this ce for good.


    They got out of the hospital and a ck Maserati was waiting for them at the gate. J loaded Myra’s luggage and opened the back door for her.


    She was about to set her foot inside the luxurious vehicle when she saw the familiar person sitting there, reviewing some paper works. Myra’s jaw tightened but she didn’t say anything just got in.


    J took the wheels and soon they dashed off. All throughout their journey, ric didn’t give her a single nce and just kept his eyes on the documents. He was reclined elegantly, his legs crossed in a graceful manner as he was immersed in those documents.


    Myra didn’t know what his purpose was, for joining her, but she didn’t say anything about it. She was in no mood for any confrontation.


    The airport was fast approaching and Myra suddenly remembered about flight money which she had to give ric. She looked his way and said, rather courteously, "You haven’t giving me your ount number yet."


    ric gave her a sidelong nce and returned back to his documents, "I don’t remember it."


    Myra’s mouth twitched at his tant lie as J restrained herself fromughing out loud. She scooted to the other side and looked the other way not wanting to indulge with him.


    After five minutes or so, they reached the airport and Myra got out of ric’s car with J’s help. ric looked at her, walking away, aplicated expression etched on his face.


    J took care of all the procedure, talked to the airlines about Myra’s condition and handed Myra her boarding pass, "Ms. Miracle, have a safe journey." She turned around and about to walk of when Myra called her, "Wait, Ms. ~"


    "Yes, Ms. Miracle? Do you need something?" J asked, her tone formal.


    "Can you give this to Mr. ric Everests?" Myra handed J an envelope. J took it without question. Myra took another thing out of her pocket and said, "And this. Please return this as well."


    J narrowed her eyes and said, "I can’t take this phone Ms. Miracle. You will be needing it."


    "I have already told my family about my arrival. They will be there to get me. Please," Myra shoved the phone in J’s hand. J reluctant took it.


    Myra didn’t wait any second and walked away, the polite airline staff helping her with everything else. Atst, Myra settled in her seat, waiting for the ne to depart.


    The spacious seat wasfortable for her as she leaned backward, closing her eyes tiredly, ’Finally, it is over.’


    But soon, another passenger came in and upied the seat which was near Myra’s.


    Myra kept having an unsettling feeling as she felt dizzy. She opened her eyes to call for an air hostess when she saw the other passenger, her eyes widened, about to pop out.


    "What are you doing here?" she looked at ric with an annoyed look.


    "I am ying golf," ricmented yfully. Myra red at him. "I have some urgent business in Brulena and there was no direct flight. So~," he didn’tplete his sentence.


    "Don’t you have private nes at your beck and call?" Myra said tly.


    ric nodded and uttered, "Yes, we have. But they are getting remodeled. So, I didn’t have any other choice." He smiled as he said that.


    Myra mockinglymented, "What a coincidence." She ignored him and looked out of the window, waiting for flight to depart.


    ric break the deadlock, asking, "Why did you return the phone? It was purchased especially for you."


    Myra kept her mouth sealed, totally shutting off him. ric got up, ced the phone on the desk and said, "Take it," and walked back to his seat. She still didn’t budge. She didn’t even look at him or the phone.


    Soon, the announcement for departure was made and the flight took off. The journey was a silent one. Myra slept throughout the entirety of the flight and ric didn’t disturb her.


    He just wanted to make sure she had returned safely back home and that is why he came with the pretense of business matters. The staff was polite and professional.


    After five long hours, the flight touched down at Damona’s airport. Myra was woken up by the announcement as she felt her whole-body sour. The staff assisted her and even briefed the airport personnel about Myra.


    Myra looked around and didn’t found ric following her. She sighed in relief and walked away.


    ric, who was at some distance, watching her every move.


    Wendy was waiting for Myra with another person. From where she was standing, she could only she Myra’s upper body and shouted, "Sis, over here. We are here."


    Myra looked her way and smiled at her cheerful sister. When she saw that Sandra and William were not there with her, she exhaled a long, heavy breath, ’She kept her promise. Ohhh, I missed her so much. I missed home.’ Her eyes turned teary.


    Getting impatient, Wendy ran towards her and when she saw Myra’s foot covered with a cast and her walking with crutches, the look on Wendy’s face was horrible. She was left dumfounded. She approached Myra, "What happened to you, sis? How the fu~, how the hell did this happen?" Her voice was loud and as everyone’s attention turned towards the duo.


    "Sshh, rx. I am fine. Just had a minor ident. I will tell everything in the car," Myra was a little embarrassed.


    Wendy understood and took her luggage from the security personnel and thanked her. They made their way towards Yelena, one of Myra’s roommates. Myra had already briefed her about her situation and asked her for help. So, Yelena, when she saw Myra like that didn’t freak out like Wendy.


    They all got inside the car and zoomed off.


    Seeing Myra’s car dashed off, ric, who had been keeping an eye on her, turned around and walked inside the airport. His job, here, was over.


    To Be Continued . . . . . . . .