“I’ve made chamomile tea for you, take it first. The soup will be done any minute now. I’ll bring it to you.” She turned around, and gestured to the flask on the center table in the living room. She then met my gaze. “Why don’t you settle down, you still have a headache, don’t you?” Her brows drew in worry.
I pressed my lips together, then shook my head slightly. “It’s better now, I’ll be back to normal after the soup. Don’t worry.” I offered her a small smile.
She narrowed her eyes at me, as if she would see whether I’m lying on my features. The look had me chuckling slightly.
“What?” I asked, “Do I look especially pretty after taking a shower that you can’t help but look at me?” I teased.
She scoffed, rolling her eyes in the process. “Nona looks better. And that’s something.” She said, referring to her sweet grandmother. Oh, how I love the woman. She’s the most fun to be around…if she likes you that is.
“Nona was stunning back in the day.”
She hummed, in way that showed she doesn’t agree with me. “That’s one way to put it.”
“Is there anything I can help you with?” I asked, trying to fold the sleeve of my oversized hoodie which I had paired with joggers, perfect for a stay and slack at home before I leave tonight.
“I’m done.” She turned off the cooker. “Pass me the bowls, will you?”
I nodded, then made my way to the counter where the two bowls she had brought out earlier are, before passing them to her, along with a tray to place them on. She poured equal amount into each of the bowls, and the minute she was done, I picked it up and took it to the living room.
She followed with the four chopsticks-two for each of us, before settling on the floor just like I did. I don’t know if it’s just me, but there’s just something about sitting on the floor, watching TV and enjoying a warm bowl of noodles. It’s like heaven on earth.
She passed my chopsticks to me, while I did the same with her bowl. “Thank you for the meal.” I said to her, before I used the chopsticks to get the noodles, bringing it to my mouth and eating it.
The moment it was on my taste buds, I had to close my eyes and let out a small moan, the flavors busting on my tongue. “Ah, that’s the taste that I know.” I grinned, then settled my gaze on her. “Do you know what would be good with this? Cold beer.”
She gave me a deadpanned look, silently asking if I really just said that while nursing a hangover. I flashed her a sheepish smile. “Right…”
She sighed, “Well, you seem to be doing well.” She commented, “After the mess you made last night.” She gave me a pointed look, and I just know there’s a scold to follow, but I’m in no mood for it.
I waved her off. “Don’t remind me.” I gave her the best puppy look I could muster. “I’m just glad you handled the press for me. I don’t know what I would do without you.”
She hummed, “Yeah, about that.” She reached her hand out and picked up the remote. “He beat me to it.” She turned on the TV.
Confused, I moved my gaze from her to stare at the TV, my gaze instantly falling on my face bold on the screen, along with that of the man I literally just made a promise fifteen minutes ago not to get entangled with ever. Amy increased the volume, as if I couldn’t hear it well.
The reporter’s voice, filling the living room.
“And the news that has been making headlines, the newly announced relationship between the hidden heiress of Montague Group and the CEO of King Enterprises;
Lady Isabella Vivien Montague and America’s most eligible bachelor and heartthrob, Christian Kingston has swept the media and stirred the business world as a whole.
I chocked on the noodles, hastily dropping the bowl and chopsticks on the tray and hunching over as I coughed, my eyes burning with unshed tears. Amy moved closer to me, patting my back as she got out a few tissue papers and handed it to me, holding my hair over my shoulder so it wouldn’t bother me.
I took the tissue from her and covered my mouth it, coughing a couple of times more before I finally returned back to normal. “I’m okay…” I whispered, sitting up again, blinking to get rid of my blurry gaze.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I’m good now…” I waved it away, my gaze slanting back to the news on TV, my eyes dilated as our earlier individual pictures were now replaced with a clip of us kissing at the bowl. It even zoomed in on our faces. “The actual fuck…”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.