"Who was that man?" Alex asked as soon as Ayla settled down in her seat. His eyes were glued to the coat hanging down her shoulders which clearly didn't belong to her. He had a good idea about who might be the owner of it.
"Huh?" She looked up at him, her brows drawn together in deep contemplation. "Didn't you greet him just now?" It was impossible for Alex not to know Claude was.
"I know who he is, obviously." The man shook his head. "What I am asking you here is about who he is to you? Or should I be asking it the other way around?"
"The other way?" Ayla could now tell where he was heading with his line of questions.
"What are you to him?" He explained. "If looks could kill, I would have been six feet under the ground. He clearly wasn't happy seeing me with you here."
Ayla hurriedly spoke up in Claude's defense. "It wasn't like that. That
"I am sorry to be troubling you, but I was told to come inside without knocking or anything." Her soft, yet apologetic, voice was enough to draw the attention of the two men who were ready to brawl their issues out. "Ayla?" Alex was the one who broke the silence which had so suddenly taken over the spacey office. "Alex?" The woman was as puzzled seeing him sitting there in Claude's office as Claude was, seeing her standing right at the entrance to his office. "Ayla?" Claude spoke up as soon as he was able to recover from the initial shock. He was up on his feet the very next second. "Come on in, please." There was no way he was going to let the estranged man sitting in his office ruin the perfect opportunity that was presented to him. "Umm… yeah." She was finding it hard to form a coherent sentence. Her mind was nothing but a jumble of thou
"While you were away, I got married…" Ayla dropped the news on him like a bomb. The room went silent entirely as Ayal listened to the soft thudding of Claude's heart, while waiting for Alex's response. "You did what?" Even after a good couple of minutes, Alex failed to register the news. It shook him, all of him. "I got married." There was no resentment or regret hidden in her words as Ayla answered the baffled man. "When?" Alex snapped, still taking his own sweet time to understand the situation completely. "Two years back." "It was two years ago." Claude and Ayla both replied to him at the same time. Looking into each other's eyes, they smiled at one another before turning their attention back to Alex. "So…." Alex dragged it as he put two and two together. "You two
Alex watched their expressions turn solemn and cursed himself internally for not reading the situation right."I… I don't mean to intrude here." Alex spoke up, making an attempt to recover. "I think… umm… I should leave now." With those words he got up on his feet and began to walk away from the couple. Just as he was about to reach for the lock, Claude's stern voice came through."Please, stay. You don't have to leave because you said nothing wrong."Alex turned around to face the man only to see him standing by his desk. Whilst Ayla was still standing in her earlier spot, her arms holding on to her elbows like she was hugging herself."I didn't mean to sour either of your mood. I only wanted to know. Because that's what I am. A curious soul." Alex shrugged, apologizing to the couple once again for his questioning."I can understand.
"Hey." Claude turned to watch the person who had interrupted his thought process. If it was someone else, they would have probably earned themselves a scolding if not mockery from the man. But who was he to mind when it was the only person he wished to be with. Ayla. "Hey, you." A soft smile crossed his stern features as he gazed at the owner rather lovingly, his eyes filled with pure adoration. "What are you doing here?" Ayla raised an eyebrow in his direction as she eyed the white sport's car parked right behind him. It was miraculous enough to earn the man a few glances from the onlookers. But did he really require a car for the purpose? He so did not. His face would be enough to have random strangers, both men and women, drooling. And to a certain extent, it annoyed her. What she found more unfair was how he had only grown more handsome over the time they had spent apart.
"Who said that?" She snapped at him. "Who said I don't have feelings for you anymore? Because I do!"As soon as the words escaped her lips, shock took over her senses. Biting down on her lower lip—hard, Ayla buried her face into her palms. She didn't have the strength to look in his direction let alone meet his intense gaze. Though she did not see the look on his face, she could feel the man's eyes boring into the top of her head as the car slowed down further until it came to a stop."Ayla?" He called out her name in a low whisper but she refused to look up.It was no secret that she still had feelings for him, but saying it out loud made it all too real. And it scared her."Ayla?"Claude spoke up again, this time he wasn't whispering. Something else laced his voice, something she could not put a finger on."Will you
"What is this place?" Ayla couldn't hold her curiosity back for another minute as she allowed Claude to guide her down the dark path. Though there were a couple of street lamps located down the cobbled stone pathway, the light only helped her vision to a certain extent."You will find out soon." Claude refused to disclose anything about the site but he was sure of one thing. Ayla was going to like it."Why won't you tell me anything?" Ayla groaned out in frustration though she continued to follow in his steps."Because that would ruin the surprise." He replied in a duh tone."Or, maybe, you are kidnapping me. That is why you won't tell me where exactly we are." She speculated."It could be it. I don't want you knowing the location just in case you are able to escape from here. How are you going to find your way back to the city without knowing where
"What?" Her eyes wandered around as Ayla took her surroundings in. It wouldn't be wrong to say that the breath was knocked out of her lungs right away. Everything looked so beautiful, almost serene. They were sitting by the bank of a small lake with nothing but greenery surrounding them. Golden fairy lights hung from the branches of trees, engulfing the couple in a glow so warm that she was finding it hard to tear her gaze away from the sight. The cold wind played with the locks of her hair as Ayla took her time in admiring the arrangement. It wasn't until minutes later that she found her voice. "So, this is what you have been up to." It wasn't a question. She didn't need any confirmation from the man to know that he was the one behind it all. And that it was all for her. "You have been working too much these past few days. A small break from everything wouldn't harm you." Claude muttered next to
The scream shook the man to its core, making him almost drop whatever it was he had his fingers wrapped around."What?"Claude looked up in her direction the very instant. His brows were drawn together as his worry filled eyes searched for any kind of injury on her. It took the man a couple of seconds to realize that it was nothing. Ayla wasn't screaming because she was hurt, but because her eyes were glued to a dish covered with some saran wrap."Seriously?" He gave her a deadpanned look."What?" She barely glanced in his direction as her eyes kept staring at the glass bowl. If it was to continue any longer, he was sure that there were going to be two holes in the transparent sheet."I thought something hurt you." He shook his head as he went back to unpacking the rest of their dinner."That mac and cheese is more than enough fo