“How did you know I was here? And how did you locate this place?” I asked.]
He scratched his ear softly as he tried to make up an excuse. “I… I…“8
“You’re spying on me?”
“No, no,” he replied quickly.
“Then how did you know I am here?”
He gulped.
I assigned some guards to follow you around, in case…”
“Leave!” I cut him off.
Enzo stopped talking as he studied my expression, confusion and worry written all over his face.“]
“Your guards said you weren’t happy. Was your meeting with the agency bad?” he asked, his voice softer than usual.
I didn’t respond to him. I simply walked towards the door, pushed it open, and gestured outside.
“Come on, babygirl, tell me what’s going on,” he said, approaching me and trying to close the distance between us, but I stopped him.
“Nothing is going on. I just don’t want to be around you for now,” I replied.
“Be away from me?” He frowned. “Did I do something wrong? Is it because of the bikini modeling? I already agreed–you can go on with it. Just don’t show too much skin. I’ll get jealous and…”
“JUST LEAVE!” I screamed!>>
Seeing him here is triggering my emotions. His presence is reminding me of his father and the decade–long enmity he talked about.
Tears flowed down my face. I’ve shamelessly fallen in love with my family’s enemy.”
“But how can leave when I don’t know how I’ve offended you? At least, tell me what my offense is and I’ll make amends.”
I shook my head. “You didn’t do anything. I’m the one at fault, okay? Just leave, please.”
He stared speechlessly at me. He must be asking himself what’s going on. He seemed like he wanted to stay, but my him was advising him otherwise.}
“It’s clear that you’re not coming home tonight. I… I will come and check on you tomorrow,” he said.”
He stared at me for another brief moment, then swallowed hard and left hesitantly.
My eyes might just be playing tricks on me, but I swear I saw a lone tear run down his cheek.
I slammed the door shut when he left.”
“That was harsh,” Kayla, who’s been listening to our conversation, said. “Do you really have to treat him that way?”
I ignored her and walked towards a sofa.
“You’re not even sure yet if his family is involved in your family’s decline.“@
“I don’t care, Kay. Until I find out the truth, I’ll regard him as my family’s enemy!” I said.
“Maybe you should ask him about it instead of torturing yourself like this.”
I scoffed. “And you think he’d tell me the truth if his family is truly involved?“}
She sighed. “I think you’re just overwhelmed by the recent events, and it’s messing with your sense of reasoning.”
reaction towards
Kayla is right. A lot has happened recently. There’s the episode with Fred and his son. Then I found out that my parents are not my biological parents, and now, I might be married into my family’s enemy’s family.
All these are enough to make me go crazy.
*Take it easy on yourself, girl. Your parents died more than ten years ago. In fact, they died when you were a toddler. Why not just let the
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“Take it easy on yourself, girl. Your parents died more than ten years ago. In fact, they died when you were a toddler. Why not just let the
past be in the past?“}
Let the past be in the past…
“That’s not possible for me,” I said.
“Why not? I believe it’s your biological parents‘ wish for you to live a carefree life, and that’s why they entrusted you to your foster parents.“>
“I know, but…”
“Girl, listen to me. Don’t go looking for the past if it doesn’t come looking for you,” she said.
She reached for my hand.”
“I only wanted you to be sure of your identity. I didn’t want you to go fighting battles that aren’t yours. Whatever happened between your parents and Enzo’s parents is their business, and it should end in their generation. You and Enzo are both innocent. Don’t let their conflict come between you two.”
Listening to Kayla’s advice, I couldn’t help but agree with her reasoning. My parents are gone and they’re never coming back. There’s no need to find out who they were.
If they wanted me to know who they were, they’d have introduced themselves to my dad.
“Fine,” I said.
“Great. Now pick up your phone and call your husband. Let him know…“}
Kayla’s words were cut off as my phone beeped in my pocket. I reached for it, and there was a text from Enzo.
know you’re mad at me, but I still want to remind you–please don’t forget to eat well and sleep early,” I read the text out loud.
“Awwwww! He’s dangerously romantic! I want a romantic bad boy too!” Kayla pouted.
I couldn’t help but blush as I stared at the text, reading it over and over again in my mind.”
