Chapter 125 Chapter 125

Chapter 125 Chapter 125
"Then, may I ask, what issue was Mr. Roize talking about?"
"Oh." He gulped his tea before glancing at me. After we had a misunderstanding in my office, when I ran after you in the lobby and grabbed your hand, many employees thought I was harassing you because I was into young ladies. Why do you have such a baby face? You appear like a minor. They thought I was doing something wrong to you."
Pfft. Was it the true issue? I couldn't stop laughing at him. "First of all, why would you grab me that way? I was astonished as well."
"Why wouldn't I? I was panicked. You were quite angry at me. I thought we had addressed our misunderstanding on the night of your birthday, but it appears you were so intoxicated that you overlooked it."
"Why are you talking to a drunk in the first place?" I laughed at him, but he appeared offended by my laughter, so he stole a kiss from me. I'm not sure why I was thrilled, even though he ate foods I disliked. I don't think I'll get sick from eating sushi and sashimi like this. "Let us go immediately. Aren't we going to your house?"
I smiled and chose to disregard Mr. Roize's earlier actions toward me and Ismael. I feel like there's a problem, but I can't figure out what it is.
I attempted to remove myself, especially when we got down to the lobby. There are many scattered employees, and they can clearly see their CEO as well as the former candidate, who is now a marketing associate in another company with which LMC collaborates. I know they'll think it's silly and unbelievable. Insulting eyes were nothing new to me; I had experienced them while attending Marcus University. I know they will immediately talk bad things about him when his back is turned.
Perhaps I should not pay as much attention to them. After all, Ismael isn't concerned about them either. I can't stop thinking, but that doesn't matter. Ismael is with me. I have nothing else to worry about.
I got in Ismael's expensive car. Lost in contemplation, he noticed that I was not wearing my seatbelt, so he came over and did it himself. "Are you okay?" he inquired, his eyes filled with concern.
I nodded. "Of course."
"You, sure?"
When I look at him, I can't help but recall how we began. The teacher I used to despise is now by my side, caring for me. I caressed his face and kissed him. He was caught off guard. "I'm just nervous for some unknown reason."
My feelings were never wrong. When we arrived at my house, my breath became heavy. I quickly went to the room to look under the cabinet for the promise ring that Ismael had given me along with his promises.
When I couldn't see anything, I slumped to the floor. My tears roll down my cheeks.
"Why? What happened?"
I looked at Ismael, and I did nothing but cry. "The ring is missing." My voice broke as a great regret gnawed at my chest.
Ismael sat in front of me before caressing my hair that was stuck to my cheek. He looked at me closely before hugging me. I'm like a child who can't live because of a heavy heart.
"Are you sure that you put it there, my love?" Ismael asked me calmly, but I could feel from his caressing my back that he was affected. Of course, he will. It was the ring from his ancestors, and I just lost it. I wish I hadn't taken it off. I wish I hadn't taken it out of my hands if I had known it would happen.
I shake my head. "No, Ismael. I'm sure I hid it there. I'm sorry," I said to him, full of sobs. I feel so much shame for him. I feel like I didn't take good care of the ring he gave me, where he promised to marry me. It's like I didn't appreciate them because I took them off; now they're gone.
"Shush. It's okay. Stop crying."
I keep shaking my head, even now that he has removed me from his wrap. "It's not okay, Ismael. It will never be okay. I lost your ring, and not just any ring. How am I supposed to get over it?" I winced. I felt his soft touches on my cheeks while he was wiping my tears. "Get mad at me, Ismael. It's okay to be mad. I made a terrible mistake. How can you be so calm even up to this thing? That ring is precious!"
He chuckled. "How can I be mad at you? You are more precious than that ring, Jothea. I don't even understand why you are crying over that."
I cried even more because of what he said. I hit him on the chest. "This is no time for joking, Ismael," I muttered. "Besides Mael, you gave me that ring as a gift. I wish I hadn't taken it off." My voice broke again, and at the same time, my tears fell.
"Why did you take it off? Now it's lost because of what you did."
My crying got louder.
"Oh, see? That's why I don't want to be mad. You'll just cry even more. I don't want to see you cry even more, my baby." He pinched my cheeks. He seems to be enjoying seeing me in this state. I can really feel miserable because of what happened, and then he just laughs at me.
"The next time I give you a ring, never ever take it off, okay?" he advised as we departed from my residence. I calmed down and stopped crying. I may have been preoccupied with my pet cat to the point where I was unable to do anything else because Mael was clinging to me.
"Not anymore. I promised," I answered him, with a soft sob that caused him to laugh again. Ismael cupped my face as he kissed both of my cheeks. "Good girl." He even wiped the corner of my eyes. "You always cry this way, like a baby. How am I supposed to get mad at you?"
"I'm so sorry, Ismael. I'm so sorry."