“Ouch, Ouch, damn you,” the old woman immediately removed her legs from the bowl as soon as she put it and she kicked Izabelle away from her that she fall backward. A loud noise reverberated in the room and Izabelle’s groan followed. “You evil girl. Do you plan to burn my legs? I said it that you are going to kill me. Didn't I said so? You plan to kill me evil girl.”“Mother, calm down,” Mrs Wilson rushed to her mother in law’s side and patted her legs for her before turning to Izabelle. “Didnt you add cold water to it? You plan on burning my mother in law’s legs?”Mr Wilson. Who has been calm since he entered into the room stood up from the couch and walked to where his mother was.“Mother maybe she did not know the temperature was too hot. Calm down.”“Shouldnt you been asking your mother if she's fine instead of supporting the girl. She clearly wanted to burn my legs,” the woman glared at Izabelle. “If you were sent by my enemies or my son’s enemies to kill me please tell them th
Just as Izabelle started throwing the couch covers away, the door of the condo pushed open and Marcel walked in. He frowned at the sight that he was met with and his eyes scanned the scattered room. What was going on here? “What's going on here?” He asked Izabelle who was the only one he found in the living room then. Why was she removing the couch covers? Was it because his parents and grandmother sat on it and she couldn't bear to sit on the same couch that his parents had sat on? At that thought, Marcel could feel his breath itch and his blood started boiling. Does she feel so disgusted with his parents? It was a known fact that his parents did not like Izabelle and vice-versa. Might he add that the reason they dislike themselves was unknown to him? At times when he tries thinking of the reason Izabelle and his parents do not agree, he only ends up getting strong headaches that lead him to sleep. Their situation was just too stressful and confusing. Now, seeing Izabelle doing t
“I’m not only sorry about all of that. I’ve never told you this before but I’m sorry that you had to leave five years ago. I’m sorry that I pinned the blame on you even though it was clearly my fault and I’m sorry that I ran away from my responsibilities. I didn’t look for you and Rosie. I’m sorry that you left everything behind, your family, your friends, your dream, you left them all just for our baby. I’m sorry…”“Enough of all the sorry’s please,” Izabelle interrupted. His voice, the sorry’s, his presence, everything was making her emotional. They were making her reminisce about everything that had happened in her life for the past five years. The memories that she had almost forgotten. His apologies were making her remember them. “No, it’s not enough yet. I have to settle this.”He said that and walked even closer to her that Izabelle feared that if he took one more step closer, he was going to be so close and would hear her heartbeat then.
Too bad for Izabelle as sleep has other plans for her. Sleep ran very far away from her at that moment as she kept tossing around the bed. She couldn't concentrate on sleeping as her mind took different dimensions. She just couldn't stop thinking about Marcel. All her mind and thoughts were about him. He has literally invaded not only her space but her heart too. What was she going to do? She definitely doesn't want to see when he comes out. Maybe she should just pretend to sleep and eventually, she would fall asleep. That's a good idea right? Five minutes later, the door of the bathroom pushed open and Marcel came out. Since she was sleeping on the other side of the bed and her head was facing the other side of the room, she couldn't see him and could only feel him as he walked to the bed. Was he dressed already? Is he going to sleep so close to her? Goodness! He had told her not to let her imagination run wild but who was she kidding? Her imagination
“Then we should return them in the morning, right?”“Leave them there. I'll return them after reading all of it. It's not like Dalisay is in a hurry to take them back.”Izabelle stretched and snatched the Magazine from him before placing it on the bedside table at her side. She stared at him for a while as if waiting for him to say something and when he didn't and just kept staring at her like a zombie, she immediately closed her mouth. Just then, something caught Marcel’s eyes and he stopped staring at her. Izabelle wondered what he was staring at behind her and turned to look at the thing. She quickly snatched it from the table. It was a bottle of wine that she put there that she was going to drink before she slept. She snatched it and rolled it under the bed. “It…It’s….”“I'm not dumb. I know what it is. What are you doing with it?” His voice was cold. “It's nothing. I just put it there.”“For decoration?”
Marcel’s hand rubbed on her back as the other caressed her thighs upward. Their kiss deepened and before they knew it, they became so deeply engrossed in their kiss that they forgot about their surroundings and the circumstances they were in. If this was a dream, she doesn’t want to wake up. Izabelle thought as she matched his pace. No one could imagine how much she had thought about a time like this. How much she has anticipated Marcel’s lips on hers. Him kissed her like her lips were worth killing for. She has imagined this scene a million and one times.Just as she was starting to move her body against him and rubbing her hand on his neck, Marcel held her hair and pulled away from their kiss. His head moved away when she tried to capture his lips again subconsciously. Her vision suddenly blurred and she was pushed back on the bed with him on top of her.He pulled away so that there was a bit of space between them. “Damn it. I hate being force
Ding dong!Later in the day, the doorbell to Izabelle’s condo rang and she stood up from the couch where she was watching a Disney cartoon with her daughter to answer the person at the door. She wasn’t expecting a visitor today and Dalisay already left since they agreed that she would only be here three times a week to clean up. The other days in the week, she could spend with her family. The doorbell rang for the second and third time as Izabelle had to scream at the person that she was coming just to calm the person down else the person was going to keep ringing the bell and might just block her ears for real. She looked through the peephole to find who it was and her eyes widened. What the hell was she doing in her apartment and how did she even know this place?She confusingly opened the door slowly and stuck her head outside without opening the door freely for the girl to see what was in.“You?”“Hey, how are you doing?”
“And that's why you came here? You don't know the road to the Wilson enterprises?”“They wouldn't let me enter your office.”Marcel almost face-palmed himself. Why would they let her in when she always comes in as if she owns the place? “Go home.”“But….”“Just go home. Hardy would accompany you to get what you want.”“But brother Marcel you promised to accompany me. Please accompany me to the mall. Everyone there must be anticipating for us to come,” she gave him puppy eyes but too bad it was not going to work for him. “I said go home or you find someone else to accompany you. I'm busy.”Her face fell and she looked really pitiful that anyone would fall for her trick and do whatever she asked. This was the face that she always used on Marcel to get him to accompany her or buy her something but it seemed like it was not working on him anymore. Should she perhaps change her trick and use something else? “Okay. I'll go home.”She said and waited for a while if he was going to say any