"I don't know what you're trying to say, Bonifacio," he replied calmly.
It's been years since he last saw Bonifacio. He did not change at all, except for the white strands in his hair. If he only knew that Bonifacio is also invited to this event he shouldn't have come.
"I want to talk this matter privately, Venedict," he said as he put both of his hands inside of his pocket.
"I believe there's nothing for us to talk about so please excuse me for I have more important things to do."
Bonifacio chuckled. "Oh c'mon, Venedict. Don't act as if you are trying to hide something."
"I'm not hiding anything from you," he firmly stated.
All of a sudden, Bonifacio's face darkened. "You are hiding my son."
Venedict's jaw clenched. "Vincent is my son. You better watch your words."
"I am watching mine, Venedict. But are you watching yours? Don't make a fool of yourself. Both of us knew that your wife never loved you—"
Venedict
No one dared to speak. If crickets were present, it might be the only thing they would be hearing. The idea of marriage never crossed her mind. And now that it did, she doesn't think she's ready for that. "What? You don't want to marry me?" he asked, his eyes still on her. It was not his intention to say it out loud but he already did. She bit her lower lip. "It's not that I don't want to marry you." He put his phone back in his pocket then he folded his arms against his chest. Celestine is not facing him; she's staring at the garden. "Then what is it?" he asked, desperate for answers. He doesn't have any plans of proposing but he wants to marry Celestine but it doesn't mean that he will make a move to make it happen this early. He's aware that they just started getting to know each other and they're in the process of just enjoying things between them. He's not the kind of a guy who wants to ruin things by rushing them. But Celestine is acting
"Are you hungry?" Celestine asked Vincent as she was putting all of the beers out of the fridge and putting them on the bucket that has water. The beers were hard as stones so she put them on the bucket of water so they melt down a bit.She just realized that the day Vincent took her away was the only time when all of the maids left the mansion. The fridge is still on, as well as the aircon, the lights, everything."Nope, I'm not hungry," Vincent answered."I can cook for you. I'm hungry. But if you're full I'll just cook for myself—""Give me some."She smiles. "I thought you're not hungry?""Yes I'm not but I want to taste what will you cook."She rolled her eyes and closed the fridge. "Okay, let me find some available ingredients here first."Celestine opened the cabinets and the refrigerator again. The vegetables she only find were carrots, canned corns, ham, and eggs. They put them all out and she tries to find rice.
Venedict had emptied his bottle of champagne yet he was still sober enough to clench his fist in thoughts of Bonifacio. He knew that there would be a time when crossing paths with Bonifacio is inevitable but he wasn't expecting to see him at the event, for Bonifacio is never fond of events, most especially of after-parties. And until now, he's still thinking of possible reasons why Bonifacio was there."Give me another bottle of champagne," he said to one of his men that answered him with a simple nod before walking towards his champagne collection.He put a cigarette in between his lips and lit it. He immediately sucks smoke and lets it out to his nostrils. As the smoke invaded his body the memories from the past come rushing back to him like smoke that did not get out of his body and possibly he will never get rid of.Losing up his tie has always been the first thing he does he step his foot on the doorstep of their house. Tonight is like those usual nights ex
Bonifacio put his phone down and sat on his swivel chair again entirely dismayed that Vincent refuse to see him tonight. He couldn't wait to get his son and tell Venedict how stupid he is to keep the son of his wife from another man. "What happened?" Kingston who was comfortably sitting on the couch asked. Bonifacio turned his swivel chair to face Kingston that he had forgotten that was still in his office. He intertwined his hands and rest both of his elbows on the table as his eyes focused on Kingston. Even though the man has already introduced himself, waves of doubts for the man come rushing to Bonifacio. He's not stupid enough to trust a man who he doesn't know. "He refused to meet me," he simply answered. Kingston nodded his head. "As expected, he wouldn't accept your invitation because of Celestine." "Celestine, Celestine, Celestine," Bonifacio said moving his swivel chair to place the busy city again of Italy. "I've heard her n
Celestine uncontrollably yawned. She was sitting on Vincent's lap for almost an hour now but Vincent never did complain about it. He just let her sit on his lap like she's a weightless paper that would never numb his legs.He gently squeezed her hip. His right hand was resting on her hip the entire time to support her balance. Her curves made it easy for him to stay his hand on it without feeling restless or making his arm sleep."You want to sleep now?" he asked softly. He look at her as the wind danced to her hair while her hand was busy stopping it. He just couldn't stop admiring this beautiful girl in front of him.She nodded as she wipes the tears on the corner of her eyes. Her wet, daydreaming eyes were enough to make him believe that she is drowsy."Want me to carry you inside of your room?""No, I can still walk. I'm just sleeping," she answered after getting out of his lap and standing on her feet. He stood from his seat and followed Celes
Celestine's lips curved a smile as the welcoming scent of coffee wafts through the air. Sunlight trespassed in her room through the opened curtains of the glass door and has heated her bed, making it warmer and even more comfortable to lie on. She arched her back, stretching her body by raising both of her arms to the air. She keeps her posture until her arms become numb. A loud yawn escaped from her mouth then she dropped herself to the bed again. Her eyes roamed around her room, trying to find where the coffee scent was coming from. She slowly sat on her bed and squinted her eyes to adjust her sight from the brightness of the sunlight. Vincent is not in her room. That was the first thing she had noticed. She ran her fingertips to her bed that was supposed to be Vincent's place yet he was nowhere—his place on her bed was left untouched. She gets out of bed. She wants to find Vincent. She did bother fixing herself and just go straight out of her room.
Celestine decided to just stare blankly at the floor while still remembering what Vincent's suit smells like. She's a hundred percent sure that the perfume was owned by a woman. It was sweet with the scent of vanilla. In the middle of her thoughts, the loud ringing of the phone is what brings her back to consciousness. She gets to her feet and leaves her seat. She followed where was the sound came from and found herself walking upstairs. She walks slowly, trying her best to not make any noise. The loud ring from the phone suddenly stopped, even so, she was certain that it was Vincent's phone. When she was about to get close to her room where Vincent is resting she heard a clicking sound coming inside of her door. She ran to the other side and hide when Vincent opened the door and rest an arm on the railing. His phone was against his ear. Celestine wants to punch herself. She just realized that following where was the phone ringing was a stup
Sebastian raises his hand and waves it in front of Vincent's face. Vincent hasn't spoken to him—his eyes were stunned outside the restaurant, his breathing is heavy, and he remained in that position for half an hour now. "Boss? You're fine? You seemed preoccupied," he said when he can't take any more silence between him and Vincent. As a matter of fact, he arrived a bit late and he was expecting tons of curses from his boss but he didn't receive any of those but complete silence. Dark circles under Vincent's eyes were evident, his hair is messy, and his eyes couldn't seem to focus on a particular thing, therefore, he concluded that his boss probably hasn't had a good sleep last night or he's probably not sleeping yet. "Boss?" he tries to get his attention again. Vincent blinked his eyes consecutively and he look at Sebastian. He creased his forehead upon seeing Sebastian in front of him. His mind is in chaos, he doesn't