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Elizalde's POV . "You look devilishly handsome, and your eyes tell everything, Elizalde. So, could you not show it too much? It's creeping the hell out of me." Don bowed his head slightly to me and smiled. Being in love feels so damn good, and I can't wait to see Lizzie. I have arranged a dinner date for us down over looking at the sea. I know she loves the smell of the ocean breeze. "So what's happening tonight? Aren't you joining The Wranglers Boys? I-I mean, it's our boy's night out tonight." Don reminded me. I know that, but it doesn't matter if I join them or not. "I'll pass tonight, Don. You can tell that to the boys. I have an important mission." I shifted my gaze to my table. A black box is waiting for me, and I can't wait to give it to Lizzie. Don's eyes averted at my expression, and as he shook his head, his simpering smile indicated that I was doing the right thing with Lizzie. "Okay. I'll take charge of the boys tonight." His eyes beamed, and he gave me a friendly pa
Lizzie's POV . "That's all I need, Kristoff. I don't need your pieces of advice. I can manage it myself." I ignored the expression on his face after he submitted his proposal. The meeting will resume at two in the afternoon as the board has their candidate of which one to take as per the proposals. I have made up my mind and will stick to my principles. But my husband, Elizalde, will have the final decision. "You haven't checked it all, Lizzie. Consider it first, and see how the board will like it. I-m sure --" "I don't like it and don't care about the board's decisions either. However, the final verdict will be on my husband's end. And you know that." I stood up, ready to walk out of the conference. I handed Maya the documents, and I could sense Kristoff was following me. "Lizzie, wait!" He immediately blocked in front of me. "Please, look at it first. I have already presented this to Mr George, but he wants your approval. I am offering this as a worker in this company, not your
Lizzie’s POV . What’s the point of asking him? He seems pretty happy talking to his ex! “Why, what’s wrong, love? Is there anything you disagree with?” I shifted my eyes to where his table was. There were two empty cups on top. Seriously? He had a good time talking to his ex? Ugh! “Why did you approve Kristoff’s proposal?” I know this is very unprofessional of me. But who cares! This is how I feel, and I won’t lie about it. And instead of confronting me, Elizalde held my hand and stared intently at me. “Lizzie, when it comes to business, you should know where to stand. Use your brain, love and not your heart. But, then, that’s how you can take most of your enemy down.” My lips parted slightly as I couldn’t believe it had come out of his mouth. “So, you’re going to be friendly with them? Have a cup of coffee with them, pretentiously laugh and establish a fake relationship. Is that so, Elizalde?” My eyes furrowed. There was a slight smile on his lips, and then he gently nodded.
Lizzie's POV . "Thank you, Emma. I can really count on you." "No, problem, Liz. When it comes to you and the business, I will give all my support." Emma gave me a thumbs-up before she trailed off. Everything is back to its routine now. Most of the work at the company is now okay. My father rang me earlier and wanted a special lunch with my stepmother and Snow. I am trying to figure out what's the agenda. But I am no longer scared of the two. I will meet them soon. Elizalde arranged a date for us this coming Sunday. I've been bugging him since last night because he seems obvious when surprising me. Elizalde is not good at hiding secrets because I can read them in his eyes. So he's hiding something, and I'm itching to know what it is. It felt like Sunday was way too far for me to wait. "Thank you for coming, my dearie." My father gave me a hug and a pat on my back. I pleasantly answered him. I learned from Mr Maddison, my father's specialist, that my father has health issues and
Lizzie's POV . Silly as it is, but here I am, standing in front of the rotating entrance of the EL Del Real building. I can't believe I came here because I felt doubtful of someone. Or let me say. I felt jealous! Should I step back and go home? Or should I continue my fight? "What the hell am I doing to myself?" I silently whispered and turned around. I sauntered to where my car was parked and entered the car as if nothing had happened. It's only for work, Lizzie! I remind myself as I start the ignition and step on the accelerator. I got home early, unhappy with my decision. It's lonely when it's only me inside our massive house. The gardener kept the place tidy outside, and Miss Choco kept the area clean without dust. She does it once a week, every Friday morning. I sigh and walk towards the elegant classic kitchen—the white and black blended beautifully like an art. This is Elizalde's design. He loves the kitchen area more than I am. I'm not fussy when it comes to the kitchen
Elizalde's POV . Damn it. I'm feeling disoriented and a bit unwell. I had too much to drink and didn't anticipate this outcome. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to excuse myself earlier. The meeting was supposed to be brief, but it turned into an enjoyable dinner with the board members and investors. Emily did an excellent job managing the paperwork and minutes, as I didn't bring any of my secretaries with me. Unfortunately, Don was unavailable due to prior commitments. I planned to inform Lizzie that I'll be home late tonight, but Kent initiated a fun game where we couldn't use our phones and had to put them in a basket on the table. So, though I was having a good time, I was worried about Lizzie and hoped she was not too concerned about me. I exited the men's toilet, and most employees were heading off. They're all going home. "Let's go for a round two, Elizalde. There's a nice private place not far from here. We can sing and dance and drink all night long." Kent looped his hand a
Elizalde's POV . After thanking the cab driver, I closed the car door and took a deep breath, watching as the vehicle drove away. The surroundings were bright, thanks to the solar post that provided ample lighting on all footpaths in the front yard. As I stepped towards the house, my heart began to pound with anticipation, wondering if Lizzie was still awake. Upon entering the house, I couldn't help but feel a sudden loneliness in the air, which made me feel guilty. I realized I had contributed to this mess by not being considerate enough to message her beforehand. I should have known better. As I entered the kitchen, I noticed that the light was on along with the hallway. I washed my hands before examining the cooking pans that were out to dry. I couldn't help but furrow my brows in confusion. Did my wife cook something and wash them by hand instead of using the dishwasher? As I opened the fridge, I noticed the food container and realized that this had happened twice tonight -
Lizzie's POV . Although I attempted to remain composed and pretend to be happy, I reached my breaking point. I feel the urge to express my anger towards him. At present, I have no intention of cooking a meal for him. He can make a do sandwich with cold cuts of meat, which is no concern to me. I had initially prepared the food affectionately, envisioning how much he would enjoy it. But the hell, it was Emily who ate all the food and not him? What a load of crap! I swallowed hard when I heard his car getting into our driveway. I kept my pace, back and forth. Both of my hands were on my hips, and I was thinking of what to say to him first. As the door opened, my heart skipped when I saw him with a bouquet of roses. His smile was warm and welcoming, and I couldn't help but feel dazed by his presence. Shit. I swore in the back of my mind, and my lips parted when I saw the bundle of a thick bouquet of roses he was holding. He looks dashing, like a perfect prince, so masculine and mou