Familyship
"Hello?" I said in a drowsy voice.
Perhaps my drowsy and low voice was the reason why he became alert.
"What happened?"
"Are you busy now?" I asked as I rolled down the window of the car to catch some fresh air after taking a deep breath.
It had taken a lot of courage to decide to call him. I had always been causing him one problem or another, and now here I was.
"I really need your help right now. I really need it."
Enzo wasn't a bit impatient. Instead, he asked worriedly, "What happened, Alice? What problem are you facing now?"
"I'm fine. School is fine too. In fact, I am just coming back from the lecture room. I just... I just... I was just called back to our family house, and I know that given what had just happened at the movie premiere, there will be a huge problem. So, I thought... I'll need a few people from you."
"Just five or six of them, I mean bodyguards."
Enzo immediately agreed without even finding out what or why I needed them. "Alright, I'll arrange for them to go over. Are you really sure you'll be fine by yourself? Or do you need me to come over?"
I felt warm and fuzzy in my heart when I heard the care and concern in his voice. Even the anger I felt towards Judy and her mother was significantly softened by his charming voice.
I smiled. "It's alright. I'll be safe. As long as I have my lucky charm here with me, I'll always be fine. Get on with your work, don't bother with me. I'll handle the situation myself. After all, I have always been facing them all my life."
Enzo sighed, and there was a long silence before he affirmed, "Alright. Just don't push yourself too hard. If you feel you can't handle it anymore, just call me, and I'll come over in a flash."
With that, he hung up.
What is wrong with this man?
Then his voice came in from the other end of the phone, "Remember, Alice, I'll always have your back. You're Enzo Clinton's wife. No one can upset you, no matter how much guts they have."
I didn't realize how much I was smiling widely now. I was indeed beaming with smiles. For the first time in my life, someone took the initiative to take care of me, someone wanted to protect me, and someone wanted me to be his, without any problems.
I suddenly found myself saying, "Thank you for everything, Enzo. Can we go and see Kyle later in the day?"
His cocky and lewd smile could be heard over the phone. "Yes, we'll go if there's time. But why are you thanking me? You'll enjoy it more now that you're my wife."
I coughed uneasily as I was lost in admiration of him. "Who... who said I am thanking you? I am only saying thank you for the bodyguards, not for anything else. I'll compensate you when we meet at home later."
"I'll look forward to your compensation later," he replied before hanging up.
Enzo Clinton, that pretender!
We were now in front of the Lewiston family house. I walked into the house with arrogance.
"Stop there!" I heard my stepmother's imposing voice from behind.
I froze. Mrs. Linda, Judy's mother, my uncle's wife, and Judy came down the stairs.
"Judy is packing into your mother's room. I called to tell you that," Mrs. Linda announced.
I was shocked. "Why?"
"Since you choose to sleep around with rich boys, I thought you'd forgotten home."
My face turned cold, but I decided to start on the right footing. "Yo, who am I? It turned out that this house belonged to my dad, and I was the only one who had a say here. But I remembered that I still have a family, and I am willing to come back."
"What a good girl," Mrs. Linda said, her tone dripping with irony.
I walked in front of them and stopped. Ignoring Mrs. Linda's sarcasm, I sneered at Judy, who stood aside. "Judy Lewiston, I really underestimated your shameless ability. What's wrong? Being a third person destroying people's feelings can't satisfy your awkwardness and disgust, so you have to do something to show how shameless and disgusting you are?"
Judy's face changed suddenly. She wanted to get angry, but when she glanced at her father standing on the stairs, she immediately put on a weak and pitiful appearance. "Sister, have you misunderstood me? I never thought about intervening in the relationship between you and Gaston Veriland. You broke up, not because of me. Your mind was never on him, and he couldn't bear to continue with you before breaking up."
"I can understand the pain of falling out of love. But have you ever thought about why you and Gaston, who have known each other for so many years and were talking about marriage, broke up?"
"Sister, if you don't love, you don't love anymore. You have to recognize the reality."
I gulped, feeling a pang of fear. But I held my stance.
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