Chapter 117 Chapter 117

Chapter 117 Chapter 117
"That's one of the reasons, but I want to stay healthy as long as possible so that I can see my children and grandchildren," he explained before drinking lemon water. I'm impressed by the way he thinks. I don't usually eat stuff like this, but because I smoke and drink alcohol, I didn't think I was harming my body or my health. Perhaps it was because marriage and children were not on my mind at the time, or because I hadn't given much thought to this type of thing while still in a relationship. I was brought into this world without a family to lean on; no one guided me, therefore I don't really know anything. And Ismael is the only person who makes me think about such things.
"What if I can't handle twelve children, Ismael?" I questioned out of the blue, given my harmful tendencies and how I could go with twelve.
He looked at me, smiled, and wrapped his arm around me before kissing my head. "What about it?"
"Are you going to find someone else?" I've got a serious question.
"No, why would I do that?" he replied.
"I mean, it's your family custom, which I don't quite understand. Even your family clan wants you to be the next president of it."
His expression of surprise was clear. "How did you know that far?"
"Isa told me that. She tried to explain everything, but I don't think I'll comprehend it unless you talk about it with me. Would you care to share?" I put my hand on his leg and looked him in the eye. I want to get to know him better. I'd like to know about his family and background. If he genuinely wanted to marry, I would know, right? I have the right to ask, right?
"It is more complicated to explain, but I will try to make you understand everything about it," he said. "What I'm attempting to break is the Mondalla family tradition. Every time I recall what my mother went through with my father, I am reminded of why I left the household. I opposed their divorce, but what could I do? I was young. But, when I thought I no longer belonged to them, they informed me that it was still my responsibility as the firstborn to marry and carry on the legacy—the tradition of becoming a large family across the country. They want to create a dynasty."
I continued to listen to him while memorizing the facts he was sharing with me.
"Even though my father divorced my mother, I remain his first legal son from his first marriage. It was just that he needed to follow tradition, so he married again to fulfill his duty and pledged to give birth to another ten babies in this world with a different woman. And that is what they told me I needed to do, but I am opposed to it. I don't want these things to put pressure on my wife, making her anxious about not bearing enough. I want to have a regular family that does not need me to follow such rituals. I want my future family to be happy and free, with no constraints or eyes that judge and monitor everything we do. I want to live a peaceful life with the one I love, Jothea."
A tear fell from my eyes. I was merely observing the sweetness of his lips as he spoke, but what struck me most was how courageous he sounded. He presented everything to me in such a way that his point of view amused me. He really convinced me that he thinks differently and that his brain works very differently than mine. What he wants is simple, and the luxury he has is something he can sacrifice for his dream family, which he has never had.
I caressed his cheeks before hugging him. "You don't need to have twelve children, Jothea. We do not have to follow tradition. You do not need to worry about it. We'll just get what we can."
I nodded and caressed his back. "I understand. Thank you for telling me."
He took my hands away from his hug and turned to face me. He cupped my face and gave me a warm kiss. "Let's go now."
I nodded. We arrived at his hotel in just a few minutes. His possessions are incredible. I was astounded by how wealthy he was.
I came out of the bathroom and noticed him watching television. He showered first because I had done something regarding Safira's marketing. I grinned while watching him. How can this man look so amazing just sitting in front of a television?
"Oops!" He immediately glanced at me because of the noise I made. Because I was staring at him, I accidentally took a lot of extra lotion.
"What happened?" he said, concerned.
I replied, "Nothing," before approaching him. "I just took a lot."
I applied lotion to my leg, and there is some leftover. I looked at him, who I noticed was watching me. "Give me your hand," I said. He did protest when I applied lotion to his hand and arm.
"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?"
My brow furrowed as I gazed up at him. "What do you mean?"
"Are you seducing me?"
I laughed at him. "No," I firmly responded, continuing to caress his hand. "What are you watching?" I asked a different inquiry, pointing to the television in front.
"You put lotion on my hands after you put some on your legs while you're in your robes."
I shook my head, then let go of his hand. I was astonished when he urged me to lie down on the couch but even more surprised when he climbed on top of me. I was caught in his arms, and despite knowing where we were going, I couldn't help but be terribly nervous.
"Are you drunk?" I asked.
"I sipped a little." I noticed some white wine on the table next to us.
"Eh, why do you look so drunk? What is the alcohol content?"
"Fourteen point five percent."
I giggled at what he said. That is why even if he just sipped a little, he already looks so tipsy. "That's why your eyes are drawn to me," I explained. "Come on, let's go to sleep."
I was ready to get up when he yanked the string on my bathrobe, causing it to loosen. "Ismael! I simply put some lotion on you; why are you acting like this?!"
"The weather here is extremely cold for me. Can you give me some warmth?"
I giggled at what he admitted. I can see the flush on his cheeks. It was because he was very inebriated. "That was the reason you drink alcohol?"
He nodded. "Tsk, you should have drunk coffee instead."
"No, I had a cup of it earlier. But my heart has been racing enough since you've been around. I don't want to die yet, but even your beautiful face takes my breath away." I laughed again. Is an Ismael cheesy while drunk?