Twenty Eight

We took empty seats in the corner. It's great that there are still seats available.

"A lot of people are eating right now, Zander, so it's a good thing we found an empty seat since I wouldn't be able to eat otherwise," Duke explained.

"Shut up talking, since you're so talkative, a lot of people might assume you're gay," I said,

I sat down while Duke went to the counter and ordered dinner.





I shook my head. When he was hungry and didn't eat straight away, he grew afraid. Duke was approaching our table, and a lady I recognized as a server was following him. They placed the food on the table, and Duke sat down.

"You know, bro, you have the appearance of a woman," he grumbled.

"You're the one who should be serving, after all, you're the one who invited me here." My response.



"I'm completely pissed off with you," Duke said, once he sat down.



"Can you tell me what I did to you?"



"Why didn't you use your new car? I still want to see and drive it."

"You have a car, Duke. You can buy a new one if you want. Don't ruin mine. That was my gift given to me and you're insisting you use it," I said.

"You're mean. What do you think of me? I don't know how to drive. I'm not going to crash your car. And I know that's important to you," he said.

I sighed. "I'll take my car tomorrow," I said.

Duke nodded and started eating.



The girls and I had finished our drinks by five o'clock in the afternoon. Because we only had a few bottles left, we didn't get drunk after that. We're all in our respective rooms. I'm currently lying on my bed with a blanket wrapped around me. I would have planned to take a bath before going to bed. The water, however, appeared to be icy. I couldn't close my eyes and continue because my phone rang. I answered it while holding it next to me and without looking at the person on the other end of the line.



"Hello, Elodie, How are you?" he asked me from the other side.

I woke up suddenly. What else does this man need? I should have calmed down because he suddenly disappeared. But this is him again now.



"What do you need, Mr. Yun?" I asked him.

He laughs at the other line.

"You're still too rude to me. I thought if I didn't show up and never called, you would miss me. But I was wrong," he says.

I get irritated. He's too assuming. Not even in my dreams did I think of him as a friend.

"What do you want this time?" I asked in a disgusted voice.

Mr. Chin just laughs at the other line.

"I appreciate your demeanor, it's incredibly harsh and filthy. But I've seen that you've treated me differently and badly than other people you know. What is the reason for this? I believe you have a problem with me," he says.



"Whatever, Mr. Chin, I want to sleep," I said.

"It's too early to go to bed. We'll talk first. Don't you miss me? "he asked me.

My mouth was wide open.

"Why do I miss you? I will never consider you as my friend," I said.

He laughed, as if unaffected by what I was saying.



"You're so mean, but I love you." Mr. Yun said directly, which surprised me.

What on earth is going on here? He's probably joking. It's difficult to tell someone you love them when you're unsure about your feelings for them. This man, on the other hand, has a sixth sense. Surprisingly, I did not say goodbye to him as I hung up the phone and set it on my desk. My attention was drawn to the clock on my room's wall. It was a little after eight o'clock at night. I'm assuming the girls are already asleep because I didn't hear them laugh. They share a room, but each has its bed.

They are overjoyed when they realize they are in the same room. I grimaced as I heard the doorbell ring. I didn't put up a security guard at my mansion because it's been a haven for us for years. I took off my slippers and exited the room. I'm already making my way to the front door. As I opened it, my employee's face, Mark's, was exposed to me, if my memory serves me correctly. He was taken aback when he saw me.


"Ma'am, good evening. I didn't know you were the one who opened the gate," he said in a confused voice.

I know that he's here for Hannah, and maybe Hannah didn't mention to him that he lives with me.

"Hi, Good evening. Do you need anything? Is it work-related? " I asked him, pretending that I didn't know where he was going.

"I was looking for my woman. Maybe I went to the wrong house. But she said she lives here." Mark replied. I smiled.



He is so brave to come here.

"Who are you looking for here? I have many girls girl companions here." I asked him.

"It was Hannah Marquez."

"She's here, come in. Didn't she tell you she's been with me for more than five years already? "

"No, ma'am."



"I see, sit down first. What do you want to drink? Feel at home. Don't be shy. You'll just think I'm not your boss for tonight, okay?" I told him.

"Okay, ma'am," Mark replied.

I went to the kitchen first and got some juice and gave it to Mark.

"Thank you, ma'am."

"I'll leave you first. I'll call Hannah in her room."



"All right."

I left in front of Mark and walked to their room. I knocked three times.

"Girls, are you all asleep?" I asked them outside the door.

"Not yet, Miss? Why do you need to cook something? " Devora asked.

"What about Hannah?" I asked.



"I was asleep earlier, Miss," Hera replied.

"Can I wake up? He has a guest waiting in the living room."

"Who?"



"Mark, her boyfriend," I replied, smiling at the same time.

"Oh my! Hannah, wake up! Mark's outside! "they all shouted at Hannah.



"What? Why is your nose? " Hannah asked, knowing I was suddenly awakened by the noise of them all.

"Didn't you hear what we said? Mark is outside, "said Lucy.



"What? What is he doing here? " Hannah asked, in shock.

I laughed outside the door.

"Where is Miss Elodie now? Does she already know?" she asked.



"Miss Elodie is outside the door of our room. She opened the gate for Mark."



"Didn't even say he was going to be here. He was so stubborn!"



Hannah complained that I heard up here.



"Don't talk like that! He's interested in you because he came to see you here at the mansion. He gave you a surprise visit."

"How sweet!" said Devora.



"The more you say that Hannah, it turns out you're so lucky to have a man like him," Mila said.

I left it outside the door of their room. Because I knew they were all coming out.

It's already eight o'clock in the evening, but Mitch and I are still in the plaza.



We went for a walk while eating street food.

"Don't you want to go home yet, Zander?" Mitch asked.



"Not yet, Mitch. Why don't you want to be with me anymore, so you're sending me home?" I asked.



"Silly, not really, because you might be sweating, and your clothes were already wet. I'm bringing additional clothing, pants, and underpants to replace them because I'm sweaty, so you had better bring some clothes with you next time."



"It's Saturday tomorrow, and Amara's birthday is the following day," Mitch explained.



"That's why that moron is worried now; it's truly frightening; Amara's parents are even stricter; aren't your parents like that?" I ask.

Mitch burst out laughing.

"Don't worry, they're lovely and don't have any issues," Mitch said.



"It's all right."



"By the way, love."



"Hmmm, why?"



"Mom would like to meet you," I explained. Mitch was taken aback for a moment.



"But why?" you might wonder.



"Why are you still inquiring? What is our current situation?"



"I'm your girlfriend," she says.



"Exactly!" I exclaimed, "therefore she wants to meet you."



"Eh, Zander, I'm not ready to meet your mother yet," Mitch remarked.



I understand what she's saying.



"My mother didn't bite you," I explained, "so why are you scared?"



"That's usual for a meeting with parents. Doesn't it feel like it's too early for you to introduce me?"



"Is it awful to know you in person? What's wrong there? It was nothing and I asked her. I started to feel annoyed.

"Nothing, but we haven't been in a relationship for a year. How can I? "

"Enough, Mitch, let's not talk about that thing anymore. We might have another fight." I said because I was starting to get irritated with her.

I don't want my mother to feel sad since she's the one who requested to know about Mitch.

But so far, he doesn't want to. Why would I even insist?

"Let's go, let's go home," I said.

And I walked up to him first.



"Zander! Are you mad? I'm sorry, "he says.

It's okay. Get in, I'll buy something for mom and Melissa. " I said.

She looked at me. I knew she felt I was sulking because my tone of voice had become different.



"I'll just go with you. And we'll ride a motorcycle together," said Mitch.

"Next time, take her home safely," I told the driver.



The man nodded. So Mitch was forced to ride as well. After Mitch left, I went to a place selling chicken joy. When I came out of the room, I saw eight of them gathered together, hiding in a large jar near the living room.

"What are you eight doing? Don't you know it's bad to listen to other people talking?"

"Nothing, Miss, we just looked at them." Laica's excuse was lame.



"It's the same; we gave them privacy. Let's go in the backyard near the pool." I invited them. We went through the back door so that Mark and Hannah would not be disturbed.

"I thought you were asleep, Miss. Because when we came out of the bedroom door early, you disappeared," said Lucianna.

"Not yet, it's still early, and I can't sleep either. I also heard someone push the doorbell outside, so I stood up. When I opened the gateway, I noticed Mark's gaping face. Maybe he didn't think I was the one who opened the gate. He even thought he had gone to the wrong house," I said.

We all burst out laughing.



"Because Hannah didn't tell him, Miss," Lucy explained, "that she lives in the mansion and they both work for you."

"That's correct, I observed he looked to want to leave and even hesitated to walk inside, so you can join the firm tomorrow so Randolf and the rest of you can be assigned to your different areas of responsibility, so good luck to all of you," I added.



"Thank you, Miss," I said.



"All right, I'll go to bed first. Lock the gate when Mark gets home." I told them.

"All right, Miss."


I entered the bedroom and sat on the bed. I just returned home. I also noticed my phone was ringing inside my pocket earlier. I recognized Mitch as the caller right away. Even though I dislike her attitude lately, I can't stand seeing her upset. I care about her, so I should be able to understand her. I picked up the phone and answered it.


"Hello, Love," I said. "I just came home; I'll call you later."



"That's fine."

I opened and closed the gate. My automobile was obscured by a large blanket when I arrived. Maybe it was my mum who did it because I was too preoccupied to notice.



I had already entered the residence. My mother was dancing without music and with cream all over her face when I noticed her.

"Good evening, mother," I said, laughing. "Are you all right? Why do you seem to be having so much fun now? You're dancing without any music, which I didn't even notice before."



"Shut up there, what are you carrying?" my mother asked, her gaze fixed on the cellophane I had brought.

"A dish, and by the way, mother, where is Melissa now? I didn't see her at the house's corner."



"She's playing at our next-door neighbor's house, and she begged if she could go because she was so weary at school."

Melissa is like a grown-up who needs to decompress, which is why I'm laughing.



"It's getting late; she might be hungry."



"Before she left, I fed her," my mother explained.