"I felt so lonely…"
"Oh, baby." Claude did not know what to say to her to make her feel any better. So, he chose to do the only thing which he could think of. "I am so sorry, my love. I didn't mean to make you feel like that."
"It's okay. I know. I was the one who was at fault." Ayla shook her head hurriedly. "I shouldn't have said that."
"Ayla, love, as much as I agree with you on that, I am at fault here just the same. I should have just told you straightaway who Eleanor was, but my temper got the best of me. It just ticked me off so much that you didn't have an ounce of faith in me… in us. I would never cheat on you. Never." Claude knew better than to just blame her for everything. He was not innocent in the matter either.
The whole situation could have been avoided if he would have handled it better. But the truth was, he had no control over his emotions. The foreign emotions she brought forward in him were someth
Claude smiled at her, seeing how vexed she looked all because he refused to continue kissing her. He really wanted to, but at the same time he needed to clear a couple of things."Spill it out, Claude." She pressed him. "Or do you want me to go find someone else who will be willing to kiss me without ruining the moment.""Oh, baby…" He smirked down at her before leaning forward. Bringing his lips next to her ear, he pressed them against its outer shell. "I want you to remember one thing clearly, if at any point you don't feel comfortable, ask me to stop right away. I won't push you, neither am I going to mind it. Got it?"Ayla's gaze softened as she looked up at him. Instead of letting things take their own pace, he was putting her comfort above everything else. She was touched by his thoughts alone. "I will keep that in mind." She gave him a small smile, hoping that it would be enough to convey how grateful she was to him."Good.
"Good noon, Mr. Lawrence." Claude greeted the old man as soon as he stepped inside the room behind Ayla. All the playfulness was gone from his face which was there a couple of seconds ago. In its place were brooding expressions and a calculated smile that never reached his eyes.It was the first time Ayla was actually getting to witness him in his form. The meeting was one thing since all of his attention was on the issue at hand rather than the people around him. Moreover, he barely paid them any attention with her on his lap. But now, all of those factors were taken out of the picture, leaving him bare and exposed to her eyes.She couldn't see him like this. It pained her for some reason."Good afternoon, lad. You can call me grandfather." The old man stood up from the chair and gave the duo a polite smile."Good afternoon, grandfather." Ayla spoke up to break the tension which was lingering in the air. Sparks could be seen flying acro
"Your mother raised you better than this."That was it, the last straw of her patience snapping into two."Don't you dare bring my mother into this conversation." She raised her voice a couple of notches. "I get it that you detest me at times, I truly do. And I am fine with it. But you don't get to talk about my mother like that just so you could get the upper hand in a conversation over me.""That's not what I was trying to say." His tone dropped down to normal as he shifted his eyes to the floor as his gaze became clouded."I don't care what you meant by it, grandfather. But you don't get to talk about her. Especially not when you didn't even bother showing up at her funeral." Ayla spoke up, her voice never wavering. She didn't mind it whenever the old man scolded her as if she wasn't good enough, but how could he do this?"I had my reasons." He spoke up as he looked up to meet her gaze. "I am sorry if it came out wr
"You should hear the rest, my child." Her grandfather spoke in between before letting out a dark chuckle.Now that definitely made everything suspicious."What are you not telling me here, Claude?" She narrowed her eyes at her husband who was looking everywhere but at her."Let's just say the rest of my family isn't really a fan of you." He scratched the back of his head as he looked down on the floor."But, I have never even met them. I highly doubt they even know about me except for my name maybe." She made it a mission to always stay out of any kind of news whether or not it involved her own family."I know that already, love. It's just that they know about your existence." He sighed in frustration."And that's enough of a reason for them to dislike me?" Ayla couldn't believe her ears. Being judgemental was one thing, but disliking someone before they even got to know them was definitely another.It wa
"Do you want me to come and pick you up?"Ayla shook her head instinctively before realizing that Claude couldn't see her reaction. She smiled at her own antics before finally replying to the man."No, it's fine. I can manage." She spoke into the phone's speaker as she made her way down the corridor, her feet moving towards the main gate of the campus."I can send in a driver. I don't want you to go alone." Claude's strained voice came from the other end once again."Claude, I appreciate your concern. But I am only heading to the mall. It's not like I am jumping off a cliff without a parachute. There's nothing to be worried about." She shook her head to herself. As much as it made her happy, knowing how much he cared for her, she couldn't help but become somewhat irritated about it.She got free earlier today than she expected, so she decided to visit the nearby mall. They were supposed to leave for Claude's grandfathe
"Ugh!" Ayla groaned out in frustration as Ayla walked out of another shop without having any luck in finding something that was able to catch her eye.She knew that there was probably nothing that Claude's grandfather lacked, but she had to give him something that spoke volumes. It was a long shot, but she had to try.From what Claude had told her, he was a man of temper and character. She was having a hard time deciding on anything. She was practically just strolling around the mall, going into antique shops one after the other with the hope that she might find something, anything.She checked the time on her phone once again. It had already been an hour and half since she arrived here and still no luck. What ticked her more was how eerily quiet her phone was. There wasn't any new message from him. His last text was a simple okay, that too in response to her text in which she had informed him of her arrival at the mall. She fought the urge to
"Your nuggets… are finished."Ayla followed his gaze and found the empty box but instead of minding it, she gave the old man a wide smile. He made it sound as if they disappeared into thin air and the culprit was nowhere to be found. But in reality, he was the culprit. He practically devoured them whole without even bothering to leave a single nugget behind for her."I should get some more for myself. What do you think?" She raised an eyebrow at him when she saw him chuckling out loud."What?" She deadpanned."I don't think you should get any more of those as much as I would love it. My doctor will kill us both if he finds out." He mused."You were not supposed to be eating those?" Her eyes widened in shock."Why do you think I have this boring bowl of salad before me?" He deadpanned."Makes sense." She shook her head. It was no wonder that he ate all of her food. "But you better avoid fried
"I am so sorry, love." Claude apologized to her the minute he threw his arms around her. He pulled her into his chest, inhaling deeply as he buried his face into her hair. "I didn't plan to make you wait for this long." He continued. "I really didn't.""I know, I know." Ayla spoke up, leaning back a little so that she could have a look at his face. "Don't fret about it. I was just roaming around. Now that you are here, we can actually shop for the gift.""You haven't bought anything yet?" Claude looked behind her only to find her college bag resting on the floor next to a seat."I couldn't find anything that screamed gift worthy for your grandfather." She pursed her lips together as she recalled her senseless strolling around the gift shops. "Though I think I now have an idea about what to get him, it could be worth a shot." She added hurriedly as her thoughts drifted back to the small sticky note which the nugget loving old man had left behind