"I am really sorry, Alessandra," I said with my weakened voice.
"Hmm, you better talk to Gabriel regarding your resignation. He'll surely understand your reason behind of it..." She spoke with cold formality.
I gasped. What do I have to say? I'm sure Gabriel won't accept my resignation. I'm sure he would force me to stay, but my decision is final.
"Yeah, I'll send my resignation letter to him through email." I bit my bottom lip. That's the only way I could think of.
She sighed again. I know that she's not happy with my decision. She's been kind to me from the day I stepped onto their household and we became close to each other although we shouldn't.
But, I know in time, she will understand my decision. I'm not hoping that we'll reconcile after what I'm gonna do. But deep inside me, I know that she had a big heart to understand.
After talking to her, I suddenly felt hungry. I decided to take a bath and dressed into a simple dress to prepare myself to sleep.
I went downstairs, but I was confused to see the lights from kitchen.
My heart raced unexpectedly when I saw the familiar figure inside my kitchen.
I was about to open my lips to talk when he turned around to me, flashing a small smile and making eye contact with me.
"You're awake. I already cooked dinner, I'm sure you're hungry..." he was talking to me in a deep, smooth voice.
I twitched my lips and slightly brushed my wet hair before walking towards the granite table.
"I don't want someone touching my things. I can cook for myself, you shouldn't have bothered." My voice had a hint of bitterness.
He didn't utter a reply, instead, he turned his back on me to turn the stove off. He moved to his right and opened the cabinet casually like it was his house.
I sneered, crossing my arms and sitting down the stool chair in front of the granite table.
He faced me and placed a plate of carbonarq in front of me. My stomach did ecstatic cartwheel when I glanced at the smoking pasta.
I licked my lower lip, but I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms again.
"I'm not hungry!" I lied.
Again, I can only hear his deep sighing as a reply. He chose to sit at the stool in front of me and placed his arms on the table.
"You'll feel better if you eat something..." he said with authority.
My eyes went to him. I'm not surprised to see his dark but expressive eyes.
"Why are you even here, Ellwood? Didn't I tell you that I don't want to see you?!" I muttered with a trace of roughness.
"You should eat, or else you'd get sick," he said firmly, eyes holding a dim but cooly authoritative.
My lips pouted, my gaze went down to the pasta as I felt my stomach rumbled in hunger.
I pursed my lips and slowly lift up my eyes at him, "How about you?"
His mouth painted a soft smile as he leaned his back against the chair. "I'm still full..."
Damn it! I shouldn't have ask him that! I'm angry at him, he betrayed me! He let Mom deceive him and chose to team up with her. How could he smile and talk to me as if nothing happened?
I don't know why he's acting like nothing happened. But he still looked calm and quiet, wearing his white long sleeve polo. Some buttons were opened, while his sleeves were rolled up to his elbow.
I shrugged it off and started eating, but I felt uncomfortable with him quietly watching me.
I gently dropped my fork and raised my head to him. He continued staring at my eyes passionately. The playful smirk in his lips was still evident.
My frozen heart shifted at the sight of his gaze. "I'm full, you can leave now..." I said coldly.
I quickly drank my water and stood up to walk away.
"I'll be sleeping here tonight..."
My feet froze on its tracks when I heard him say those words.
I abruptly turned to him and threw him a venomous glare. "I'm sorry?" My eyes narrowed at him.
He glanced down at his wristwatch and glanced back at me. "It's late, I'm tired from traveling from San Marcelino to Queensland. You have a lot of guest rooms here, right?" he said casually.
I blew out a breath and crossed my arms. "Are you out of your mind? You're not welcome here anymore..." I said it sharply.
Instead of talking, he walked closer to me. I had to step backward because of his sudden movement. He stopped just a few inches away from me.
He's too close, stealing my breath and the heat from my skin. I had no clue what's going on in his mind. What couldn't he understand from what I said?
"I'm tired too, I'm very tired, Ellwood! So please, don't be nosy and leave!" I blurted out.
"I can't leave you in this situation..." he said in a low tone.
Before I can draw in the air my body needed, his hand reached up and caressed my cheek with his calloused hand. I closed my eyes, heart slowly calming down.
Why? Why couldn't I be mad at him for long? Even if I knew that he's one of the reasons why I'm hurt like this?
I shook my head. He lied to me, even if he only did that because he loves me. I don't understand his real feelings toward me...
"I'm tired... Ellwood." I whimpered, a pair of tears raced down my cheeks.
He didn't utter a word, instead, his arms wrapped around my back, drawing me in closer. I have melted to his chest. I can feel his firm torso and the heart that beats within.
"Ssh... I'm just here for you..." He pulled his head back and wiped my tears.
I gently held borh his wrist and slowly looked at him.
I watched his dark eyes and how I found myself lost and mesmerized by his heartfelt gaze.
Ellwood pulled me close to him and kissed my forehead. I shut my eyes with anticipation. A heavy breath drew out of my lips as he stayed in front of me.
"Emory..." he uttered my name in a soft-melodic voice.
I gasped, gripping at his wrists even tighter as he wiped my tears away.
I can't understand myself, I still get confused whenever he's around. I was never feel alone nor lonely at the same time. With him, everything else has dissolved like it was never there at all.
"Fuck..." he cursed.
Then, before I know how it happened, he smashed his lips against mine. Our tongues entwined in a kiss, gentle and it tasted like my tears.
My heart was moved, I felt like something pinched my heart that I couldn't name. Our lips fitted perfectly, as if were meant for each other.
I grabbed the back of his neck to deepen the kiss. And his warm hand ran down my body and I shivered with delight.
I knew it was wrong, but why do I keep on answering his kissed? Why do I choose to accept his hot embrace?
And I asked myself once... do I have to give him a chance or not?
I ended up letting Ellwood stay last night in a guest room here in the Villa.
After that kiss, I realised a lot of things.
Ellwood is madly inlove with me. He taught me what love is all about. It has no possession, it is not blind. But no one ever teaches you that not loving at all is better than loving the wrong person. And apparently, I realised he wasn't mine to love.
I woke up early next morning. As usual, I cooked for myself, but since Ellwood is also here, I decided to cook for three. I'm sure a big bowl of rice isn't enough for him, considering how big he was.
I'm done with my third dish when I heard his strides nearing.
"Good morning..." His voice was still husky from sleep.
I look at him over my shoulder and gave him a nod. "How was your sleep?"
He smile broadly at me, "Good, your bed is soft..." He clasped his hands together and stretched it up.