“Izabelle, how long do you plan to keep me waiting?” Nick asked, his hands still on Izabelle’s hands as he rubbed it gently. Izabelle swallowed as she tried so hard to look at everyone and everywhere in the surroundings except him. She felt so uneasy. Why hadn't she seen the green light and run away from it? Though she had expected that this would be the case when they met again, she didn't expect it to be so soon. Having this conversation with Nick felt so wrong to her and why? She doesn't even know. “I...I don't understand what you're trying to say.”“Stop being like this, Belle. You and I know what I mean. I'm going crazy thinking about all of it. Do you plan on keeping me waiting forever?”She sighed. “We talked about this before, Nick. I told you my answer.”“And I told you I'm not giving up.”“Nick.”“I'll keep waiting until you're ready. Just don't keep me waiting forever.”“No, you shouldn't. There are a lot of girls in this city. Most of them have crushes on you. You shoul
“We're here,” Nick announced as he stopped his car in front of her condo. “Thank you so much for today. I appreciate it.”“It's fine,” Nick assured. His eyes caught sight of something in Izabelle’s home. Her lights were on. How come her lights were on when she hadn't come back from work yet? Was there perhaps someone in her house? He felt overly uneasy about this. Who was she keeping in her house? Or wait… What if the person was dangerous? What if he was a killer that was waiting for them to come in? He can't let that happen. Before Izabelle could climb down from his car, he held her arms and said. “Your light is on.”“Yeah.”He frowned. “I mean your light is on and you are here. You haven't even stepped inside. What if there is someone harmful there? You two shouldn't go in, it's dangerous. How is your light on and you aren't even there yet?”Izabelle followed his sight and saw him looking at her condo’s light that was on. She sighed. “It's alright. There's no one harmful here,”
“And I don't care if we have anything or not. You are mine and I won't be so kind when next he holds your hand that intimately.”“Ho..how do you know?”“Doesn't matter how I know. Just stop seeing him. I saw how he looked at you.”“How?”“Like he couldn't wait to have you in his bed. Bastard.”Her face grew red like ripe tomatoes. How could he be so blunt? And how dare he speak about Nick. Nick is nothing like him. He isn't a coward nor does he say mean things to her. He was nice and a better option. He was in no place to speak about him in such a way. “You are in no place to speak about Nick. He's far better than you. Way better. Besides, it's my life. You can't tell me what to do with it.”“So you like him then? Just because he speaks to you nicely or what.”“At least he speaks nicely. Don't speak about him. You have no right.”“What are you going to do if I keep speaking about him?”“Just stop already and let go of me or I'll bite you,” Izabelle threatened. “Try it.”She glared a
“Dalisay, is everything alright? Is the food ready?” Izabelle asked, coming out of her room and walked into the kitchen where Dalisay was preparing something for them and their guests that would arrive soon. It has been two weeks already and Dalisay was back from her small break that she was given to go spend some time with her family. “No, Miss Izabelle. It's almost ready and I'm sure it's going to get ready before they come.”“That's good then. I'll go clean the chairs.”“You don't have to do that, ma'am. I will be done in no time and will come to you.”“Oh really, it's fine.”She walked to the sitting room to go do her stuff and probably get Rosie ready before their guests arrive. Well, it wasn't really an important guest but important enough for her to do all of these shits. She had to else she was sure that her day was going to end so badly. The people coming here aren't just ordinary people that she could just sit and fold hands for. They are Marcel’ parents for Christ sake.
“Such a good looking child. She does take after my son a lot,” Mrs. Wilson complimented, her lips pecking the child in her face causing little Rosie to move her faceaway from her uncomfortably. “Look at her eyebrows. I can remember that this is how Marcel’s eyebrows were when he was her age. “What is your name little girl?” She already knows the little girl’s name but wanted to see if the child can say her name fully and also wanted to test how smart this child was. If she was smart then that means that she takes after her son because her son was super smart. “My name is Rosie Mae Rossador,” the child answered. “Rosie Mae Rossador. Good girl,” she was smart. She could pronounce her name fully without any help and she was sure that this smart child can also spell her name. The Wilson family are always smart. Wait! Rosaador? Did the child just say that her surname was Rossador? What the hell?“Is your surname Rossador?”The child nodded. “Ho…how can that be? It is supposed to be Wil
“Ouch, Ouch, damn you,” the old woman immediately removed her legs from the bowl as soon as she put it and she kicked Izabelle away from her that she fall backward. A loud noise reverberated in the room and Izabelle’s groan followed. “You evil girl. Do you plan to burn my legs? I said it that you are going to kill me. Didn't I said so? You plan to kill me evil girl.”“Mother, calm down,” Mrs Wilson rushed to her mother in law’s side and patted her legs for her before turning to Izabelle. “Didnt you add cold water to it? You plan on burning my mother in law’s legs?”Mr Wilson. Who has been calm since he entered into the room stood up from the couch and walked to where his mother was.“Mother maybe she did not know the temperature was too hot. Calm down.”“Shouldnt you been asking your mother if she's fine instead of supporting the girl. She clearly wanted to burn my legs,” the woman glared at Izabelle. “If you were sent by my enemies or my son’s enemies to kill me please tell them th
Just as Izabelle started throwing the couch covers away, the door of the condo pushed open and Marcel walked in. He frowned at the sight that he was met with and his eyes scanned the scattered room. What was going on here? “What's going on here?” He asked Izabelle who was the only one he found in the living room then. Why was she removing the couch covers? Was it because his parents and grandmother sat on it and she couldn't bear to sit on the same couch that his parents had sat on? At that thought, Marcel could feel his breath itch and his blood started boiling. Does she feel so disgusted with his parents? It was a known fact that his parents did not like Izabelle and vice-versa. Might he add that the reason they dislike themselves was unknown to him? At times when he tries thinking of the reason Izabelle and his parents do not agree, he only ends up getting strong headaches that lead him to sleep. Their situation was just too stressful and confusing. Now, seeing Izabelle doing t
“I’m not only sorry about all of that. I’ve never told you this before but I’m sorry that you had to leave five years ago. I’m sorry that I pinned the blame on you even though it was clearly my fault and I’m sorry that I ran away from my responsibilities. I didn’t look for you and Rosie. I’m sorry that you left everything behind, your family, your friends, your dream, you left them all just for our baby. I’m sorry…”“Enough of all the sorry’s please,” Izabelle interrupted. His voice, the sorry’s, his presence, everything was making her emotional. They were making her reminisce about everything that had happened in her life for the past five years. The memories that she had almost forgotten. His apologies were making her remember them. “No, it’s not enough yet. I have to settle this.”He said that and walked even closer to her that Izabelle feared that if he took one more step closer, he was going to be so close and would hear her heartbeat then.