Chapter 5 Shopping

WHERE ARE WE GOING?" I asked as I combed my hair with my finger.

I was disgusted because I wasn't wearing a bra. My cleavage was exposed, and my nipple was scratched on my shirt.

When his car came to a stop in front of a shopping mall, I raised my eyebrow.

"Are you serious? Do you seriously expect me to go there while wearing this?!"

He shut off the engine and then turned his attention to me. He gave my chest a quick glance before setting his jaw firmly.

"Who told you it was okay to go out in public dressed like that?"

My full attention was focused on him the entire time. I don't even know where to begin.

"Excuse me, but you're the one who makes me want to get in your car because I'm dressed like this!"

He turned to face me again, and this time I yelled up my chest, raised my eyebrows, and grinned.

I could see how hard his jaw was working and he tried to look away.

My mouth curled into a naughty grin.

One point, Natalia!

He retrieved the draped long sleeve polo from the back seat and handed it to me, "Wear this, and then change when we're inside."

Without saying anything, I done the polo shirt and folded it up over my arm. I also connected a portion of the hem to my shorts and braided the hair high with the rubber bond on my wrist.

Ready!"

He stares back at me and at the instruction I've just given his expression stern. His brows furrowed and he shook his head. He didn't respond, instead reaching for his shades to put on before getting out of the car.

I tried to keep up with him, but because of his large steps made it impossible for me to do so. Consequently, I decided to slow down my step.

My gaze was fixed on him as he paused and turned toward me. My lips began to move when I noticed how dark his eyes were.

"Isn't there anything you can do to quicken your step?" There was an audible grunt when I reached out to him.

"Why am I not being pursued by anyone? There's no need to rush. Surely you are the one who is pursuing me because I carrying your child." I twitched my lips as I uttered the word that made him look even more irritable.

"Poor woman, you need to keep your mouth shut. You're spouting rubbish."

When he resumed his walk, I observed that he was moving at a more leisurely pace than before. It appeared as though he was holding back in order to me catch up.

Natalia, I'll give you two points for that. I winked and smile at the back of my head.

I couldn't help but look at him as I walked. Despite the fact that he's different, he does not leave me behind. He's tall dark and sexily handsome which is a quality I look for in a man.

Also, passers-by find him more handsome as a result. Even if they're older and have a partner or husband, they can't help but stare at him. Geez, I think, I've hit the jackpot with this handsome guy! I chuckled to myself.

Our first stop upon entering the department store was the women's clothing section.

Choose whatever you want. "Dress, shoes, bags, anything."

In awe, I looked up at him. Is what I've heard correct? Will he fulfill all of my requests?

He, pull down the shades he was wearing, looked at me.

"What exactly are you looking at, L'amour?" "Go shopping!"

FOLLOWING his command, I smiled broadly. For the first time, I can go shopping without worrying about what I'll eat the next day.

I think I bought almost everything in the shop we went to. He also purchased shoes and bags for me.

Our purchases barely fit in his backseat. I finally put on bleached jeans, a black T-shirt, and two-strap sandals to change.

"I'm so worn out from shopping!" After we exited the mall and walked to his car, I said.

He didn't even bother to respond. We sailed away again once he started the engine.

When he drove his car into a well-known restaurant, I didn't even say anything.

"I wish I wore a gown, you didn't mention you wanted a date!" I gave him a kind grin.

He hissed.

"Shut up..."

I looked around the restaurant before rubbing my palms together and saying, "I'm hungry!"

before getting out of the car, he simply nodded his head. I followed him immediately. He was able to secure a table for us as well as the VIP, which was awesome!

"Oh, my goodness! I'm so full!" After a meal, I lean back in my chair and try to ignore the pain in my gut.

I looked him up and he was holding his phone earlier. He attempted dialing someone, but he was unable to do so.

I shook my head. I think he's trying to call Florisse. He also couldn't finish his food because the contact was so inconvenient.

I shoved my hand deeper into his plate. As a result, I got his attention.

"Why don't you eat something? What a waste of a meal?"

He took a deep breath and then dialed the number he'd previously called.

A big smile spread across my face as I drew his dish in closer to my own

"What exactly are you up to?"

"If you don't want to eat, I will. It's too bad it's so expensive."

"You've already had four plates, yet you're not yet full?"

"This is my first time dining in such a well-known establishment," I curved my lip.

As I was about to finish my sentence, he merely raised his hand and nodded sluggishly "That should be fine now. Place your order, but keep your mouth shut and don't make any comments..."

He got up and left the restaurant, assuming he was already full. While the device was still in his ear, I gazed at him through the glass pane.

While he waits for a response on the other end of the phone, he wanders back and forth.

The food that was supposed to be his drew my attention as I bent over to pick it up. I can't help but be engulfed by the weight of my own guilt.

What if I can tell him that I'm not pregnant and that Rosario and I are merely scheming to gatecrash the wedding? Because of the luxury goods and money I received from him, he is certain to detain me and raise my charges.

I turned my attention back to him after noticing that he was engaged in conversation with someone over the phone. He was rubbing his forehead while shaking the person who was speaking.

After noticing that he was returning, the first thing that caught my attention again was the food.

"Are you done?" he says, his voice rough. Even though I was still hungry, I nodded.

The entire trip, we remained stoic. I didn't even try to start a discussion with him because I knew he was in a nasty mood.

As he parked his car in the garage of his condo building, I quickly adjusted my seat belt.

"Won't you take me home?" I tried to asked.

"From now on, L'amour, you'll be living here."

My lips parted and I couldn't speak. I couldn't feel my feet until we reached the 30th floor.

"This is my secret location. Only Christof and I are aware that I live here."

Everything we bought at the Mall ended up on the carpeted floor. Because I've been so nervous, I don't want to open it all up.

"I've got your new phone for you. You already have my cell phone number in case of an emergency."

A brand-new smartphone, which he must have purchased while I was out clothing shopping, fell to the table in front of me.

"Doesn't this seem a little pricey?" I looked up at him with a concerned voice.

"I'm not doing this for you," he said before turning his back on his room.

I shook my head. If he doesn't believe that I'm pregnant with his child, how can I give birth to the baby and deliver the baby to him?

I took out the phone he gave me. I memorized Rosario's number and left his unit.

"What? Are you sure you'll live there?"

"So, what can I do? I'll go to jail if I don't obey his orders."

"Didn't he tell you about the marriage? After all, you just insisted on being pregnant; you should also bring up the marriage. Because if you marry him, there is a slim chance he will imprison you."

"That's something I can't do. He'll notice that I'm not pregnant, and how about the money he offered me? He even bought me such a nice dress, bags and even a latest phone. I think this is too much!

"You didn't ask for it! He gave it to you voluntarily!" I chose to ignore it. She had it right. To be clear, I'm not asking for anything. He even gave it to me!

"I don't know if I'll go home tonight or not."

"Sure! Please don't be concerned. Certainly not!" Her response almost pushed me over to the edge.

I squinted my eyes! I was well-versed in the inner workings of her brain and intestines. The only way she can get rid of my problem is for me to become pregnant by Argo.

"All right, bye!" I went up to the elevator, put my cellphone in my pocket.

"Miss, which floor are you on?"

I looked at the young man next to me. They're not far from Argo's height, in my opinion. He also has a pointed nose and expressive eyes. He was dressed simply in a white shirt and black pants.

Sighing before responding, "Ah – on the 30th floor," I said.

"That's great, I'm also there."

Being the only two people in the elevator made me feel quite uneasy.

"Are you here to see someone or do you live here?" He bowed once more to me. This time he shows off his pearly whites.

"50/50?" I hesitated to respond before being greeted with a smile.

He chuckled a little "Excellent response."

"I'm Marco– Marco Sandoval," he say, biting my lower lip. He undoubtedly extended his hand to me.

"I'm Natalia Punongbayan," I uttered in a low voice, squeezing his muscular palm.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, we both turned to face the man who was standing directly in front of us.

Argo's gaze remained fixed on our hands and gently shifted toward me. I don't know how he reacted, but I'm sure he wasn't pleased with what transpired.

"A-Argo, you're there." I stepped out of the elevator, cautiously removing my hand from Marco's.

Argo drew closer, he took me by surprise. My expression contorted into shock as my head bobbed up and down in his direction.

"Where you have been? I've been searching for you for a while.

My gaze suddenly shifted to Marco, who had just emerged from the door.

"I was just on the phone. Oh, Marco - Marco, Argo."

"Hi!" Marco gave him a warm welcome.

He didn't say anything, just nodded his head. At my waist, I could feel his firm grasp.

"Let's eat, I'm starving."

I was unable to say goodbye to Marco because Argo quickly ushered me into his room.

"What the fuck is that?" After slamming the door behind him, he let out a snarl.

My gaze dropped to his arm as I met his piercing gazes.

"What are you doing outside?" Anger was already bubbling up inside of me, so I closed my eyes.

He suddenly let go of me and raised his gaze. He appeared to be enraged, and his demeanor.

"I did not bring you here to flirt with anyone."

Who informed him I was flirting with him?

"I just ran into him in elevator." I turned around and went back to the kitchen, but he wasn't over yet.

"What will happen next? So you two end up in bed together, huh?"

I savagely confronted him as he stood at the entrance.

'Keep an eye on your tongue, Argo!"

"What a shame, poor lady! Your itchiness will not be tolerated in my house, so put it out of your mind!"

What am I supposed to say? It doesn't matter if I tell him the truth or not, he still believes that way.

Slut! Poor fucking one night stand! I'm the worst of both words!

I kept my mouth shut and ate whatever he said.