Isla's Point of View "To the kitchen, we go." Rory chirped like a happy bird and then her feet led the way to her kitchen. I was about to follow her absent-mindedly and nervously as I thought of things that the two of us could talk about while we were preparing the hot chocolate for the two of us when I felt a familiar skin holding my arms. Kairos wasn't holding me strong enough for his finger to leave a mark around my arm once he let go but I believe that he is holding me strong enough to convey a message and that is he doesn't want me to come after her. I looked up to him. His eyes were filled with worry and her lips opened a bit. He was about to say something but he suddenly changed his mind and chose to bottle those words up inside of his throat. "I don't want you to go. Can't you just stay here with me?" He asked, practically begging and he is using that beguilling eyes of him to make me agree with what he wants to happen. I stare at him with my lips partially open. In my head
Isla's Point of View. Rory pulled the sleeve of her leather jacket to cover the bruise around her wrist as fast as she could after she realized that I saw it. She then moves away from me. She opened the cupboard next to the one where I found all the cups. Once again she is looking for something that she isn't sure where it was kept. She already had the cups and the electric kettle that she plugged in to boil the hot water for the hot chocolate had automatically turned off after the water boiled a moment ago. Next to the electric kettle is a silver tray where all the ingredients for the hot chocolate are kept and I am assuming that those are what she was looking for when she opened the cupboard a second ago. I cautiously pointed to her the silver platter. Rory playfully rolls her eyes for herself and she even shrugs her shoulder."I didn't notice earlier," she mumbled to me before she walked towards the counter table. My feet slowly follow her. The silence that fell between the two o
Isla's Point of View. "Not after you married the devil himself. A fair little warning from a woman who looks like you. You should know that Kairos owns you now, and that should send a chill down your spine," she said. To me, it sounds both like a threat and a fair warning. It wasn't her words that sent a chill down my spine but the smile plastered on her lips as well as the raging fire in her eyes. This is her. Rory finally took off her mask and she is finally allowing me to see the real her, for me to finally feel what she feels about me and she hates me. From staring at her face where I now notice that the smile she is sporting isn't a smile but a gritting of her teeth out of anger. Her fists were balled even though she was trying to control herself. The tension is sipping out of her body. One thing is for sure now. This woman hates me. I nodded my head at her. I can't please everyone and I wouldn't further waste this day trying to win her heart to be forgiven. I am not at fault
Isla's Point of View "I was just fooling around but your wife believe me. That you are an evil person. I mean, you couldn't blame her. You give an aura of hmm how should I put it into words? You are not exactly the stereotypical villain. Anyway, see? I won our bet. Your wife doesn't trust you the way you think she does. I'll expect the money in my account before this day ends." Rory said. She winked at Kairos and then she grinned mischievously afterwards.She had taken three steps away from us and was almost on her way out of the kitchen when she suddenly stopped. Rory graciously pivoted so she could face us once again. "I am jet-lagged. I won't be sending you out. I need to sleep now but I trust that the two of you know your way out of my house, right?" There was this small silence between the three of us before her forefinger rose because there was one more thing that she would love to add. "Make sure that you lock the door for me once you leave. Pretty please?" She said and she e
Isla's Point of View When I ran away from him in that elevator back when we were in Switzerland. I know that our marriage, at one month old, is about to face crises that would make or break us, and two months after that quick trip to Switzerland for me to meet Rory. Things were never the same. Kairos became cold to me. It felt like he had abandoned me already. "Hey, I was wondering if you and Eres are free tonight? I want to hang out. My treat," I said to Italia and Eres. Italia stares at me with this uncertainty lingering in her brown but deadpan eyes. "I think I am going to pass on that. I wanna go straight home and rest," she said but it made me frown at her instead. "Going straight home? Where to? To your apartment or Hyunjin's?" I teased her. Italia flashed a warning look and that made me pout my lips but ultimately stopped making fun of her. When Italia was already busy on her cell phone while waiting for her driver to pick her up because she was way too tired to drive fo
Isla's Point of View "I want that diamond ring as well as the tennis necklace that it comes with," I said. I didn't need to point at the jewelry myself. I am sure that they already know what kind of necklace it is that I am talking about. I already saw those when I came here with Gresya last week but I was hesitant. Kairos told me long ago to spend his money how I see fit and as much as I can. I made sure to thoroughly think about it before I made a purchase but today. I feel like burning all of his money after what happened earlier. When I found out that it was his secretary who sent me flowers as a gift on my birthday. I tried to understand that maybe because he had a lot in his head at the moment he forgot about my birthday. I am upset, yes, but I was on my way to go ahead and try to understand the situation. The only thing I can't accept is that instead of him apologizing to me for what happened. Kairos chose to send me an expensive birthday gift as if that would be enough to mak
I swallowed hard and breathed out before I removed Kairo's hand around my waist. He steals glimpses from me with curiosity filling that forest-green eyes of him. Fuck! Fuck me! If only I had known that he was here, I wouldn't have dressed like this."This new hair of yours. I don't particularly like it," he commented. I gently reached for the strand of my hair which, although was still long, was now way shorter than before. I moistened my lips and ignored that remark from him which I found offensive. How dare he say something about my hair? And he is the freaking first person to tell me that I don't look good with my hair. Everyone but him is down on their knees for me. I wasn't expecting to hear tons of compliments from him but I wasn't expecting that he'd say something like this too.I opened my eyes and found Gresya. Within the blink of an eye. I found a way to escape from Kairos and am now on my way to her. "You know that Kairos is coming to this party of yours? You could have a
Kairos wrapped his coat around my waist. I was about to say my protest about him giving me his coat when I wasn't even asking for it but the way he stared at me made me shut my mouth as soon as I could.My hand froze and I just held it and then adjusted it over my shoulder. Kairos sat quietly on the empty stool opposite mine.The silence that enveloped the two of us was colder than the wind blowing here on the rooftop. I always knew how to start a conversation. It was my forte as an entertainer but now I am not even sure how to utter the word hello to open the possibility of having a decent conversation between us."I thought you already changed your style? You are wearing things like this again?" Kairo's eyes and curiosity are waving all over his eyes.My eyes stayed on the female bartender who was busy mixing drinks for different people. And even though I chose not to pay attention to him, I know and I can feel that he is scrutinizing me right at this moment. I stopped playing with