Chapter 135 Chapter 135

Chapter 135 Chapter 135
I remembered that position again. I cannot stop giggling. "No need to apologize, love," I exclaimed enthusiastically. "It was good." To be honest, I appreciate the activities he suggests we do together. Because our circumstances have changed since we began dating, I am convinced that he is exceptionally proficient in bed. I do not know. I can't recall if there was. All I can say is that each night brings a new experience for us to share.
I stepped away from his hug and met his gaze again. "Do whatever you want with my body. I'm also yours."
I gave him a short, deep kiss, and he replied somewhat. It's always a good sensation to have sex with the person you love. Adds vitality. I wish I could constantly hug him like this.
He pulled some hair strands under my ears as he continued to stare at me. I was doing the same. Making the most of the opportunity to glance at his face. I'll never grow weary of looking at his face for the rest of my life. I cry at the thought. One day, I'll see him every time I open my eyes in the morning. He is also the last person I see each night. I am in tears because even the simple things I do every day will suffice for me.
"You're such a crybaby," he said, wiping away tears from my cheeks that I hadn't realized had dropped. "Why are you crying? I am not doing anything with you, my love," he murmured, attempting to console me. If he had known the reason, he might have shed tears. If he could only hear what my heart and mind were saying, he wouldn't have to ask any further questions.
"I can't believe you're here with me. It feels like yesterday when we were still bickering," I said. "Never did I imagine I could be with you freely."
"Yeah, a student-professor relationship is something I never imagined would happen to me. I became a useless man after eating my words. At first, I was just frustrated by how you fared in my class, but then I realized I was overly concerned about you. Jothea, you have successfully conquered me."
"How did I do that? Ismael, what made you like me? I'm curious."
"You won't even remember." He kissed me again, as if he were evading the question. "I won't tell; you might cry even more."
I snorted. "Crying is normal! I am glad, eh? When you departed, I cried nonstop! How about you? Didn't you cry after you left me? Aren't you hurt?"
"Why should I answer that? Of course not," he responded, chuckling.
"Liar," I murmured, lightly squeezing his arm.
He only grinned slightly and lifted his brows. "If I tell you how much I cried the day I left you, would you believe me?"
I paused and glanced at him for a moment. I smelled my cold, which was going to drop along with the tears. Why did he respond like that? Not straight, but telling the truth!
"See? That is why I do not want to inform you. You keep crying."
"But I want to know," I said, holding onto his shoulder. He tampered with my hair.
"I cried for you in prayer."
I sniffled even more after hearing what he said. I was taken off guard. I can't believe I'll be part of someone's prayer.
"Ismael!" I went for his arm since I was crying all the time, and he was simply watching me, waiting for me to calm down.
"You're so beautiful," he said. "Do you mind showing your beauty to me only?"
I just held him since I didn't know how to respond. I feel as if I'm in heaven because of him. I wish I could stop time.
We remained in each other's arms for a bit before deciding to take a shower and prepare. It's almost lunchtime. Ismael informed me that we would be eating lunch together with his brother, Danjer. I can't help but feel worried about meeting one of his family members again. I was just as nervous when Ismael and Isa escorted me to their home to meet their parents.
I'm wearing a floral dress with matching flat sandals, while Ismael is dressed in a brown polo shirt and slacks. In fairness, jaw-dropping.
We headed to a restaurant where they could meet. When Ismael and I arrived, Danjer was already present. I was even impressed by his good looks, as he and Ismael are very similar. Sir Mikael's genes appear to be strong, as his offspring look alike.
"This is my brother, Danjer Vanne," Ismael introduced him. He stood up and shook my hand.
"Danjer Vanne Mondalla, mademoiselle," that's what he said.
"Jothea Alvandra, sir," I responded before reaching for his hand, which didn't linger long because Ismael had already begun speaking.
"She's my woman and future wife," he introduced himself before stroking my waist. I try to hide my delight. Why would he introduce me this way?
"I can see. Take your seats," Ismael's brother urged us. Ismael pulled the chair for me. A waiter approached us and took our lunch orders. My eyes almost widened at the price, but after realizing that the restaurant where we are presently is of good quality and has a lovely atmosphere, I was no longer surprised.
"Bonjour. Je prendai l'habituel. Poisson et frites." (Hello. I will have the usual. Fish and chips.)
Danjer spoke, and I was in awe. I didn't understand what he said except for the phrase bonjour, so I looked at Ismael, expecting him to explain what his brother said to me.
"Veuillez nous servir un hors-d'œuvre, une soupè à l'oignon, une bouillabaisse, un coq au vin et un verre de bourgogne. Deux commandes de chacun. Merci." Kindly serve us an hors d'oeuvre, French onion soup. bouillabaisse, coq au vin, and a glass of Burgundy. Two orders of each. Thank you.)
"Whoa, you ordered a lot," Danjer exclaimed.
"Well, she's a heavy eater, and I think I got it from her," Ismael said. Did he call me a heavy eater? But wait a minute, does Ismael speak French? Since when? Why didn't I know?
"Heavy eater? What do you mean? Is she pregnant?"