Yzabelle.
“Eat the veggie wrap. I swear it’s good,” he said while eating.
I already told him I was not into veggies. Why would he still insist?
“It’s good for your health,” he added.
I gave him a fierce side glance. “I already said I don’t like veggies.” I could not help being grumpy.
“I heard it. I get it. But that doesn’t mean I will indulge your whims,” he firmly said.
Ugh! Indulge my whims, huh?
He was definitely waging a war on me over a meal!
I took a deep breath and rolled my eyes. “I thought we agreed on a truce.”
“Yeah?” He frowned. “Are we going to fight over a veggie wrap? I was just looking out for your health. I realized you always eat meat—salty meat. And eating them would not be good for your kidneys. If your kidney fails, there will be a whole lot of internal complications.”
It’s my turn to frown. “And what are you now? A doctor?”
“Need not be a doctor to figure it out. It's common sense.”
I took a deep breath to calm myself.
Did he just say I don’t have common sense?
He was just trying to escalate my anger with everything he said.
“Let’s face the truth. You are not as strong and as healthy as me. You probably would not leave as long as I will. So, I better keep an eye on your health, for you to live longer than you probably would.”
What the heck was he talking about?
Deep breath.
I tried to put some sense in everything he just said.
This guy was not good with words, but I guess he meant well.
I looked at the veggie wrap in front of me. I hated veggies when I first tasted them as a kid. And growing up, Dad never joined me in any of my meals. I was always alone eating. He told the maids to give me everything I wanted to eat and that was fine.
I was a picky eater ever since. Maybe it was because I lost my appetite eating alone.
And when my stepmom and stepsister came, I thought I would dine with a happy family.
But I didn’t. Dad didn’t join them eating and I don’t want to join them as well. I once did and it didn’t turn out well.
Since then, I have eaten alone in my bedroom. And our maids delivered what I just asked them. Sometimes, I made my own meals. Since Dad never forbids me with anything, I eat what I only want.
So, now that someone is telling me—no, he was lecturing me about what is good for my health—it’s kind of new to me.
I already knew that too much salt is not good. And if you wanted to live longer, you needed to have a lot of water, fruits and veggies. I have known it all since I went to kindergarten. I knew what was good and what was bad for one's health. But I just ignored doing it. because I got used to eating what I just like. And it was heaven!
It was the first time that someone had gotten concerned about my health.
And it was kind of… warming.
I didn’t think Killian was a warm person but his words of concern and his acts never failed to warm me.
For the first time in forever, I didn’t feel alone.
Yes, I have a Dad. He looked after me and provided me with everything I needed. We have a good relationship, though not as close as other father and daughter I knew. Somehow, I felt a wall between us. I couldn’t feel that he was with me.
I have this feeling that he was avoiding being really close to her daughter because he was hiding something. I am not sure, but that was what my gut felt told me.
I sighed and took the veggie wrap.
I could not remember the first and last time I had a vegetable on my plate. It would not hurt if I tried it again today.
I took a bite with my wrap and as soon as I tasted it, I quickly loved it. The tortilla was great and the fillings were tasty. I could taste all the spices in one bite. I love the crunchiness of the whole thing as well. It was a complete healthy meal already. Tasty and healthy.
And…
I wanted to have another bite.
And I did.
I could not get enough of it!
“So? What's the verdict?” I heard Killian asking.
I turned to him, a little embarrassed that I was enjoying the food I was about to wage war over.
“It’s… superb!” I could not help blurting it out.
And oh, I hate it when he glances at me like that. It seems like he was telling me: I told you so.
“I am looking forward to seeing you eat healthy foods. Oil and fats weren’t bad if it’s in moderation,” he added.
Good thing it was all that he said.
“I was near to thinking that you really want to grow old with me,” I chuckled, trying to get funny.
He stopped eating and glanced at me.
“I don’t grow old. And I want to turn you into one. So we can be together for long,” he said.
My smile melted. I didn’t know if it was meant as a joke.
But looking into his eyes, I could see the seriousness in it. The same wild throbbing in my chest caused by that intense gaze said it all. I wondered when I would be able to get used to this chaotic feeling inside me.
I didn’t know what to think at the moment.
He seemed to talk in riddles.
And he seemed not.
I didn’t know if I should take his words literally.
Or I shouldn’t.
I decided to just smile at him. That was the only answer I could give.
We continued eating our dinner in silence. And though I only get pissed when we are making conversation, I’d rather get pissed and enjoy it in the end, than having a silent moment with him.
My inner self was in an uproar while having a silent dinner. And that was so not me. I preferred silence… until Killian stepped into my life.