Chapter 34

Too preoccupied with my feelings, I didn't even realize when I moved further wanting to hug him and he knew my intentions because he smiled and opened his hands for me to fall into his arms but then the elevator door pinged open and I looked back the door when Alex stood right before me with a smile on his face.
"Ivona, hey!" he smiled and walked forward and pulled me into his arms, surprising me with his actions. I looked back at Zachary to find him standing with his back facing towards us. Unlike me, he was quick enough to react and as Alex hugged me he walked to the elevator and hurriedly pressed the switch. But as the door of the elevator closed, his eyes met with mine, it was filled with sadness and sorrow.
My eyes teared up as I knew I was again the reason for that emotion that I saw in his eyes. It is really hard to see the person you love in somebody else arm. It was how I felt when I saw Loana Ularu and that woman from the previous day next to him. My palm formed into a fist when I realized how much I hated myself for doing this to him but this was all because of him. The guy who was hugging me.
The root of all these sufferings.
Could I be the one to end this all?
A realization hit me suddenly when I thought about it for the first time ever.
What if I end this all by myself? Can I protect Zachary?
Currently, I am the only one close to Alex. Even if its an act from my side and I know he is into it as well playing his side of the role of being my fiance I still have a chance to get close to him and I can kill him.
Yes, I should kill him and then it will all be over and I wouldn't have to stay away from Zachary.
"Where were you going?" he asked as he looked at me and I looked back at him forcing a smile.
"I wanted to get some ingredients. I wanted to make soup," I said and he nodded.
"Oh alright. I hope you can share your soup with me," he laughed and I nodded but balled my fist inside my coat.
"I will go get and get your ingredients, you can go back to your room. It's cold outside,"
"Alright," I muttered and turned around walking back towards my apartment. But my mind kept on thinking about the idea that I thought a few minutes ago.
"Actually, you know what?" I heard him and turned back to look at him raising an eyebrow questionably.
"Let's get to the nearby restaurant to have dinner," he smiled.
The place was crowded but was comfy. It was a family restaurant were average class people came with their family. Somehow I was grateful that he brought somewhere like this but then a scowl formed on my face thinking why would he who throws his shoes if it has mud on it and loathed poor people would ever bring me to a place like this?
I was tired of those fancy restaurants where you have to whisper to talk, take small amounts and wipe your face after every single bite to maintain decency of your high-class family. In those restaurants, people judge you by the dress you wear. The more the price of your dress, the more is the value of the person. You will get attention only if you have money in your wallet and people go their with their family not to have a stomach full of supper but to show off others that they have the status to come and eat in the restaurant. I was tired of it.
"I know, I know that you don't like this place. You don't like this place, its nothing like the restaurant we usually go but trust me, they have the awesome food served over here. Far much better than those five-star restaurants," he smiled and looked around for a waiter when we sat down in the corner of the restaurant.
You don't really know me, bastard!
"Alright, so how do you know about this place?" I asked seeming curious.
"This place...." he had a pleasant smile plastered on his face from the time we came here and he looked around as if reminiscing something.
"Has a special place in my heart," he said and looked back at me. His finger trailing over the rim of the glass.
"I used to come here with my mom," he said and I responded with an 'oh.'
"We used to come here every time I scored more in my school and every time I won a medal or trophy. We used to come here to celebrate,"
"I see," I said. I was not really interested to hear his melodramatic story when he has turned my life into a melodrama. Still, we chatted and waited for the food that he had ordered for us.
"Truly, the food was awesome," I said as I wiped finger using a tissue.
"I told you," he grinned like the Cheshire cat and went to the counter to pay the bill. I was gulping down the glass of water when my eyes fell on the knife on our table. A lot of questions formed on my mind and I thought about it multiple times when a voice behind me startled me "Shall we?" Alex asked as he looked down at me. I nodded and got up wearing my coat.
We walked out of the restaurant and back towards the isolated parking lot but then I took it my chance to shove my hands back into the coat pocket and fish out the knife that I had managed to steal at the last moment, sneakily. I held it ready to strike him while he stopped in the middle looking at his phone screen.
My hands trembled and I couldn't really breathe thinking that I was going to kill someone, but my mind was dead set. Counting internally, I closed my eyes and stroke as hard as I could wanting to stab his back but then I felt someone holding my hand stopping me. My eyes snapped open only to find Zachary in the middle. He took or more like snatched the knife away from me and glared at me before running towards the car beside me and seating inside while Alex turned back to face me.
"What? What happened to you? You look as if you have seen a ghost," he joked but I could feel my heart pounding.
Oh no! What was I doing?