Killian.
DON’T DO THE LAST OPTION OR SOMEONE WILL DIE. –K
I frowned as I read the note inside the luxurious box. That was the only thing it contained.
I tried checking the whole thing. Maybe there’s something more to it.
But there was none.
What is this? What did he mean by this note? What option?
I didn’t understand.
As much as I wanted to ask my future self, I couldn’t.
It would be awkward and troublesome if I ordered Butler Creek to come to Forks Town and ask my future self about it.
And besides, I couldn’t risk sending the old man to my pack’s place.
What should I do? This must be an important notice that I should ignore. If he ordered his butler to make sure I got the notice, then I must follow it cautiously.
But then, how should I follow it if I didn’t even know about it?
I was drowning in deep thinking when I heard footsteps coming to my door. It stopped in front and I knew who was there outside.
But, why didn’t she knock or call me?
What did she need?
I waited for a few more while, thinking she must be taking her time knocking. But she didn’t.
I grew tired of waiting, so I quickly opened the door.
Yzabelle gasped in surprise. Her eyes widened, like a scared cat caught in the act.
“What? Is there something you need from me?” I asked in confusion.
She never once approached my door. It was always the other way around.
“Uhm…well,” she straightened herself. “Actually, I can’t decide what to prepare. And I know you always want nutritious food. I’m worried you might think I am preparing trash again,” she uneasily explained.
I scrunched my forehead. I knew there was more to it but she decided not to tell me.
I crossed my arms above my chest.
“When did I say you prepared trash for me?”
“Well…” She looked towards the kitchen island. “The first time I prepared your food, you didn't want to eat it. And I understand now, why. You don’t like fatty foods. That’s all I can prepare. And maybe you’ll get disappointed again.”
I raised an eyebrow. “So, you are technically telling me to prepare our dinner? Is that so?”
“Oh, no… I-I…” she sighed. “That’s not what I meant.”
Her eyes flew inside my room, towards my bed, in a specific thing—the black box.
I quickly went to it and hid it in my drawer.
“What’s that? Do you get a present from an admirer?” she curiously asked.
Admirer my foot!
Well, she could say that, too. I admired myself though.
“Yeah. A very charming admirer,” I answered playfully.
I saw how her face stiffened. Different emotions filled her beautiful green eyes, but the strongest among all of them was the fierceness passing through.
“Oh, great. You made company with your ‘charming admirer’ when we haven’t broken the engagement yet,” she sharply commented.
What is with her tone? Was she kind of pissed? Was she jealous?
Whoa! I kind of liked it, seeing her jealous of my future self.
And I thought I would enjoy it if I continued pestering her.
Alright, let’s do this!
I shrugged nonchalantly. “Well, you said that it is not official yet. No one knew aside from your best friend. So, it was safe for me to entertain an admirer, right?”
“What?!” she growled at me. “That’s bullshit!”
Oh, she was infuriated. I like that she was showing strong emotions like this. I could sense her strong character. That made me feel proud even though she was a human.
“And what happened to ‘I want us to stay together for long’ huh?” In controlled anger she hissed at me.
“Oh? I thought you didn’t like the idea?” I slyly grinned.
“When did I ever say that?” she hissed again. I could tell there was a thin line between yelling.
“You did,” I silently said.
My state of emotions suddenly changed thinking that she didn’t like that idea, the first time I told her what I genuinely felt about her.
“Not with words, but the expression on your face said it all. I bet you would not stay here in my place if only you had a choice.” My jaw tightened.
I hated that fact. I hated to spill it out. But it just came out of my mouth.
I hated to feel this way that there was a girl who didn’t like me being near her.
Yet, that didn’t also mean I would back down. I would do everything to make her mine!
“Damn it! Do you think I don’t have a choice? I can get another place to stay until the renovation is finished. But I didn’t. I still choose to stay here in your place. Does that mean I don’t like your idea of—” Yzabelle stopped in mid sentence.
She seemed to realize something. Her eyes grew wider upon realizing that she slipped her tongue.
And for the first time in my fcking long years of living, I was struck dumbfounded.
Did she just proclaim herself? I still couldn't find a word to say. I was just looking back at her, jaw dropped.
And this was just not me.
“Argh! Forget it! I didn’t mean it!” she embarrassingly yelled and ran as fast as she could.
The next thing I knew, I heard her door slam shut.
***
Yzabelle.
“What the heck?! What the hell was that? Why did you say that?” I scolded myself as I slapped my mouth with my own hand.
I shouldn’t have said that!
I just fed his ego!
I slumped to my bed, trying to calm myself down.
What should I do? How could I step outside this door without feeling embarrassed?
Argh!
But didn't I just tell the truth?
Still, I should not have told him.
I lay flat above the bed, took the throw pillow and covered it on my face as I shrieked in great humiliation! I even kicked my feet in the air, thinking it would help me feel better.
But then, I felt I brushed my arm off with something. Then there was the noise of falling objects. Not too loud but enough for me to stop shrieking and kicking.
I quickly got up to check. And there, I saw a whole bunch of shopping bags from different luxury brands.
What were these? Who brought these things here? And what for?