Chapter 55

"So, what do you think if I model your brand too?"

Both my brows raised as I waited for what Jaxson would say because his eyes just stared straight at me.

"That's not the reason why I told you my mother's past."

"I know, but don't you think I can do it? You don't trust me too?" I uttered as I held my laugh trying to pull a joke on him.

I don't think that Jaxson caught my joke as he just stared back at me as if wanting to pull my soul out of my body.

"I see your potential and I trust you too much that it's making me afraid of allowing you to be out there."

I was taken back by Jaxson's words. I did not expect those words to come out of his mouth. It even feels like the Jaxson I am spending the night with is not the real one.

"T-Then... If you trust me, why don't you just let me try? You know, you can actually say straight to me that I'm not the one you are looking for your brand and you need someone that has experience."

"No." He answered me quickly without wasting any second. "You are already a Madrigal, of course you can get what you want. I just can't let you do it. And believe me, it's not about you and your face. I am doing this solely to protect you.”

After gulping down a glass of water he stood up and left my eyes in the air.

"Uhm... Okay then... I'll try to rethink it." I just said and then continued eating while I let Jaxson walk inside our unit.

I'm sure he won't get lost in our very small house.

Jaxson's mother is so amazing, for her to save the brand using her own talent in promoting the brand. I wonder how beautiful she is to make their brand really popular, considering that it is food and drugs and they sell mostly products for skin care, body, and hair. She must be so beautiful that even Mr. Madrigal fell in love with her. It's just sad how she left the world too early before I even met Jaxson and saw her personally.

Although, I don't think that our paths will ever cross if he still has his mother right now and not Lance and his stepmother.

"Your room is cute."

I turned to the source of the voice and saw him inside my room.

"When you say cute, you don't mean it's small, right?" I jokingly told him as I let out a chuckle.

"It looks fine to me, actually." He uttered. "The decorations look even better than our room in the mansion."

"Eh?" I let out a fake laugh. "Are you trying to mock me? Your room is better than my room. Like big time! It's not even one fourth of it! Don't you see? I have no moving couch, I don't have those crazy huge designs or whatever scary gadgets it is in your room.”

"Yeah, but you have such beautiful wall decorations." He said in a soft tone.

I frowned and then followed him inside my room to see what he was talking about.

"You seem to be a smart kid." Jaxson said as his eyes were pinned on my wall which is full of my awards and certificates since I was young.

I kept it all posted in my room and my medals are hanging. My mother loves to see those too and she said that it always makes her smile.

"I am smart, I can't disagree." I'm bragging jokingly to lighten the mood because Jaxson looks a bit sentimental as he stares at the wall. "And look at those photos. Every time I get an award we always make sure to take pictures and print it so that I can display it on my wall. Here, this is my father right here. The one holding my medal.” I excitedly pointed my dad at the photo and then showed it to Jaxson like a child showing off his favorite play toy. "You know what, I really tried to make my father go up on the stage and be the one to put the medal on me. He is usually so shy and doesn't want to be the center of attention and cameras, I probably even got that kind of trait from him." I said with a giggle.

When I notice that Jaxson is still in the picture that I am pointing at, my smiles fade gradually.

"Are you okay?" I asked because he kind of looked shocked and confused.

When he heard my voice he seemed to come back to his senses.

"What's wrong?" I asked him again and then put down the photo I was holding. "Did I say anything wrong" I said worriedly because it was suddenly driven.

"No," Jaxson whispered. "It's just that... Your father seems a bit familiar to me. But I can't remember where and when I ever saw him."

I was shocked because of what he said. "My father is not a famous celebrity or model, so I don't know where you saw him. And as far as I know, my father didn't go anywhere other than to his work and home." Let me clarify, but this is not the answer that Jaxson is looking for because he seems to be in deep thought as his hand leaned on the side table that I have.

"I am not very sure, but I really feel like I have seen your father before. His face is really familiar to me.” He whispered while I turned my gaze back to my father.

I don't know what Jaxson is saying and where he might have seen Dad. We may not even have ever been related to each other, moreover, our state in life is so far apart that it is impossible that Jaxson and I are somehow connected.

"Is it okay with you if I take a photo of your father and later on, I'll ask Aunt Elsie if she can remember his face? I really feel like I should remember him, but I can't.” Jaxson asked me to which I immediately nodded and I agreed. I also want to know if it is true that my father and him have met once.