Chapter Six

Patrick’s POV

I scooped a spoon of spagetti and I ate it quietly as I waited for her to pick up her spoon. 

“Mr who?” Grace asked as she raised her head to me.

I smiled, “Dean… A doctor.”

She gulped as she shook her head. “What about him?”

I stared at her mute. My mind reeling with thoughts. I hope she doesn’t deny knowing him. I saw the pictures Melissa showed me. Grave had been with Dean. that fraud.

If she denies him, then she is lying and who knows what else she is lying to me about. Could it be everything? 

I nodded at her. “Do you know him?” 

Grace stared blankly at me for a while, then she burst into laughter. “How would I? I just came back from the states, Patrick.”

“Is that so?” I asked, holding my smile in place, but dead down, my heart is in shambles. It had cracked from the core. She nodded and just faced her food as she ate.

The atmosphere had changed, it suddenly became tensed and it only points to the fact that the question I asked has touched a spot. I guess we should just have our lunch then.

I closed my eyes as I took a deep breath. I stole glances at her and the few times our eyes met, she would shove her hair behind her ear as she licked her lips.

She is lying. Why? What relationship does she share with Mr. Dean?

Grace… I love you so much, I hope all this is a misunderstanding. Could it be that Melissa had those pictures photoshopped just to make me leave Grace?

That must be it… or could it be that she was there for some charity case or study of some sort and she doesn’t know that his name is Mr. Dean?

I hope so. I hope Grace is betraying me. Like my father betrayed my father. I hope she would not break my heart.

I sighed as I pushed my food away. I have lost my appetite, totally. 

Grace raised her gaze to me. “What is the matter?” she asked with large eyes.

She looked so innocent. My Grace. I really pray there is nothing you are hiding from me. “I’m good.”

She sat there and ate her food in silence as I watched her. The moment she finished, she wiped her lips with the napkin and my eyes were peeled to it.

My mind went numb as I stare at her lips, which was still shining from the oil in the dish. She licked it as she looked at me. She raised a brow and asked me, “Why are you staring so much?” 

I sighed. “You’re pretty.”

She looked down and smiled, her cheeks flushed as she pushed her hair out of her face. “Thank you.”

The atmosphere is a bit lighter now. She doesn’t seem to be as tensed as before and I think I like this part of her. I would not bring up Dean’s matter again, until I am sure of what is going on as soon as Diego is don’t with the investigation.

I got up and walked up to her, I held the table and I bend down, as my lips nearly touched her reddened ears. “Are you shy?” 

She shook her head and looked ahead, trying to avoid eye contacts with me. I knew she wanted to melt away, but I just want to have a bit of fun with her, and make the room a little more lighter and… romantic.

“Stop it, Patrick.”

“Why?” I growled. “Don’t you like it?” 

She shook her head ads she pushed back her chair and she rushed towards the stairs. I caught her hand and piulled her back to me.

As she twirled in to my arms I pinched her chin and lifted her head as I pressed a soft kiss on her lips. Her neck muscles tightened as she kissed me back.

I took the initiative and I crounched down as I took her lips whole, sliding my tongue into her mouth. 

We pulled back, gasping for breath as I cupped her face and stared into her eyes. “See where running landed you.” I brushed my thumb over her plump wet lips. 

She smiled. “You are such a naughty boy.”

I smirked. “Am I?”

She rolled her eyes and then we locked gaze again. “Is everything okay?”

I raised a brow. What is she talking about? Is it the kiss?

“A while ago… your question, I hope everything is fine.”

I sighed. “Ermm…” My hand lifted to the back of my head as I scratched it. “Nothing is wrong, I was just telling you about my experience, that’s all.”

She stared at me blankly for a while, then her lips tilted upwards slowly as she smiled warmly. “That’s fine… I enjoyed the conversation, I will be going to my room now though.” 

I nodded and then grabbed the back of her head and I pecked it, as she shifted and slipped away from my hands I felt my heart race.

I tooka deep breath as I watched her leave. I feel empty all of a sudden. 

I love Grace a lot, I hope she is not lying to me… I hope you are not decieving me. I’ve already seen the worse, but I am willing to give love a try, I am bringing my walls down because of you.

Don’t fail me… It’ll break me.

I felt a pang in my heart at the thought of that and I staggered back and rested my hips on the dinning table, as I reached for my chest, grabbing my shirt tight.

“I love you, Grace… please don’t be fake,” I breathed as I ran my hand through my hair.

My phone started to vibrate on the table. It was Diego. I gulped.

I picked it up. “Hey…”

There was a pause and then a huff from the other side of the line. “Grace is…”

My heart paused and at theat moment I blanked out, not hearing what he said. “Could you please repeat it, Diego.” I gulped.