Chapter 121 Chapter 121

Chapter 121 Chapter 121
I smiled of amusement. "Sure! Let me see!" I responded lovely. The individual who approached me appeared to be a photographer due to his standing position.
"Here," he pointed to his phone before showing me photos of Ismael and myself. I was astounded by the amazing photographs he took of us. I'd love to have a copy. "Would you like a copy? I can send it to you."
When he suggested it, my smile grew. It's a shame to not accept his fantastic offer. I still want to acquire that photograph of Ismael inserting a flower into my ear, as well as photos of me smiling while Ismael looks at me. Just in those images, I can see how much that man adores me.
"Give me your phone, Miss."
I instantly gave him my phone so he could send me the photos he had taken. It's a good thing there's someone like him because I only saw a glimpse of Ismael and me. It still differs if the individual capturing the photograph has a different point of view.
"The mountains are beautiful, yes?" He asked, which is why I stared at the mountains in the distance.
"Yes, you're correct. They are quite gorgeous. I have recently arrived in Baguio, so I barely had the opportunity to see this stunning location. I was amazed that there is something like this in the Philippines." I returned my eyes to the man who was still tinkering with my phone, but it appears that he is also an iOS user, so it is easy to AirDrop images.
I smiled at Ismael as he came out of the rest house with his coffee and looked at us. "Ismael! This gentleman has several photos of us! Look, he is sending them to me!" I called Ismael.
"Actually, it is over. I appreciate your time. I need to leave. Here's your phone," the man replied swiftly.
"W-wait! I'll introduce you to my boyfriend!"
The man stepped away from Ismael and me, who had just arrived, as our brows touched. "Who's that?" he inquired before handing me the bottle of fresh milk, which I took. His impulse is to buy me some milk. Am I pregnant, or do I simply appear like a baby?
"Just a random person taking pictures of us. He sent me photos of us." I took out my phone before going to the gallery and glanced at them. I was immediately upset when I saw no photos of Ismael and me.
"Where?"
I stared at him and shook my head. "He didn't send it," I admitted as my shoulders slumped. "I guess he doesn't know how to send it."
"Oh," he responded, drinking coffee. "That's weird."
"Wasteful. Our photos of him look even better."
"Really?" he inquired before taking another sip of coffee. "Why would he even take pictures of us?"
I shrugged. "He said I caught his eyes; that's why he took pictures of me with you."
I watched Ismael's brow furrow, and he frowned even more. "He told you that?" I nodded. I am ready to open the bottle of fresh milk that I am unable to open. He instantly took the bottle from me and opened it. "Okay, I could agree. You've always attracted my eye, even before."
I grinned at what he said. I drank the milk he had bought me.
"Come here, Jothea." When he called my name, I gave him a quick glance. I had no idea that the way he addressed me would make me appreciate my name even more. "Sit with me. Let's shoot some nice photos so you don't feel horrible about it."
I followed him. I can't help but tremble as I realize he has not changed. He still gives me what I desire, even when I don't ask for it. Even this small act offers joy to my heart. I never imagined that my professor would do something like this for me, only to accompany my journey through life. "Thank you, Ismael, for spoiling me."
"As I should." He kissed my cheek.
We are delighted to return to the city and cherish the good memories we had in Baguio. We were only there for a short time, but I felt like I got to know him better because we had spent so much time together and missed each other. We returned to his penthouse since he did not want me to go back to my place alone. As for me, I'll admit that I'd rather live where he is so that I can constantly be with him.
Ismael promised to see me at my place only after completing his scheduled meetings with their clients and business partners. I am currently attending a meeting at LMC with the marketing team, which includes Mr. Roize and Miss Levanier. They are discussing their plans for collaborating with Safira. They stated that they would host a press conference about the collaboration and the official signing of the contracts. I still couldn't believe Ismael would do this because of me. He takes his jokes so seriously.
"We will launch a limited set of perfumes under the names LMC and Safira," Miss Levanier announced as her presentation appeared on the display. I, on the other hand, am simply listening intently because I am Miss Sapphire's proxy and she is too preoccupied with other matters. All I have to do is report to her on the status of the LMC's planning and marketing strategies. "As of now, we're still trying to come up with the name of the set and also the main ingredient of the said perfumes," she said.
"How many perfumes are there in a set? "Do we have an estimated count yet?" asked a member of LMC's marketing staff. I, on the other hand, am simply listening intently because I am Miss Sapphire's proxy and she is too preoccupied with other matters. All I have to do is report everything to her, including the LMC's planning and marketing initiatives. "As of now, we're still trying to come up with the name of the set and also the main ingredient of the said perfumes," she explained.
"How many perfumes are there in a set? Do we have an estimated count yet?" questioned a member of LMC's marketing team.
"We will go for twelve perfumes per set."