Chapter 51 Miles
It took ten to twenty more minutes, but they finally got to the car and began heading home.
Irene could feel the muscles in her legs aching. She felt so tired... But strangely lighter.
No matter how it made her feel, she was certain that she wasn't going it again.
See... Another difference between her and the other Irene. Who knows maybe one time of hiking changed her mind and she suddenly started to like it, while Irene... This one, she would never do something so stressing again.
Her body wasn't meant for exercising... She had said it countless times. Only for food and music.
Nelson sat on the driver's seat. He had rolled his sleeves back to his upper arms, revealing his muscular arms.
Irene couldn't dare look at them for too long so she opted to stare at the window. While muttering a 'No... He's not that hot. He's not hot.' in her head.
It wasn't working though because it was a lie.
He was hot. Really god-damn good looking.
"Hey, Irene..." Nelson suddenly spoke, breaking the silence in the car. It hadn't particularly been a peaceful one, but it was comfortable. Not the noticable awkward one they normally had around each other.
"Hm..." She mumbled without looking away from the window.
Nelson went quiet for a few seconds before speaking again. "I have a favor to ask of you."
A favor?
That question sounded so weird in Irene's head, she couldn't help but turn to look at him, a brow raised. "I don't know why that sound terrifying."
Maybe it was because the Nelson she knew rarely ask for favors. Unless maybe it was something which was entirely up to her, and she mostly regretted it at the end.
Still, she decided to bite the bait and ask "What is it?"
Nelson, who still had his gaze fixed on the road shook his head slightly. "I'd tell you when we get back to the country. But you can't disagree."
'But you can't disagree...'
Those words were familiar. She had heard it a few times before from Nelson... Her Nelson back in school.
Everything was just giving her a sense of deja Vu.
But Irene had to stop herself from thinking too hard. It wasn't the same place, it wasn't the same universe.
So even if they were the same words, it wouldn't be the same outcome... The outcome being her in tears and pain, annoyed that she had agreed but then she would calm herself with the fact that she could do nothing but agree... Then return home.
If her mum was home, she would cry to her, and if she wasn't... She would cry on a pillow and fall asleep.
Irene pressed her lips together. "I don't think that's a rule concerning favours... Not being able to disagree. But oh well, if it's something I can do... Willingly, then okay."
She added that clause 'If it is something I can do' so the second she realizes that it was something too hard, she could bail.
Nelson noticed it but didn't say anything. After he was sure that he would get an answer, he changed the topic.
"Are you hungry, there is a restaurant just by the corner that serves the best sea food." He said, looking outside from his window.
Food?
Irene's eyes lit up. The way they always did from the mention of food.
She nodded. "I love sea food." And every type of food whether they were from the sea or not. 'Sure... yeah, Okay."
...
Nelson took Irene to an high-end seafoods restaurant, once which she hadn't expected in the slightest.
She thought that since he had just come with teh idea on the road, it wouldn't be so fancy... She was wrong.
The place was beautiful... With an exquisite design, almost as though it was meant for royalty.
It was only after they had stepped in did Irene immediately began to regret her choice of clothing.
Okay... Maybe there were a few things that could go wrong with pants, this being one of them.
Especially after seeing how nicely dressed everyone was there, she looked less than a maid.
Nelson wasn't exactly dressed to be here either, but he had this perfect face and body. In short, even if he wore rags, he would fit in anywhere.
Irene bowed her head most of the time. She could feel most of the customers atthe restaurant curious gaze at her.
Most of them probably wondering whether or not she was his servant... Or slave.
There were two reasons Irene hadn't buried herself in a hole because of embarrassment, one... The clothes she was wearing belonged to the real Irene, the wife of Nelson Clark.
It was impossible for her to have anything fake and kess than two thousand dollars. Which meant, most of the people here would just assume that she had terrible style (the really wealthy ones that could tell real from fake apart at just a glance) and not that she was poor. But others like the waiters and assistant would still assume that she was a servant.
And the second reason was because... There was no hole.
"Good day sir." A waited walked up to their table and greeted Nelson with a huge smile on his face. It wouldn't be a surprise that he knew who Nelson was... Irene didn't even mind being ignored. She just kept her head lowered.
"Welcome to El-nano. Can I take your order?"
Nelson eyes darkened.
He hated the way the waiter openly disrespected Irene and was about saying something about it when he heard a familiar voice call him.
"Clark? Nelson Clark?" The person repeated.
Irene heard it too.
The voice sounded familiar... But older than she remembered. She turned around to look for the person calling Nelson. She didn't have to look too far because the person walked towards them.
Irene watched as Nelson stood up, a bright smile on his face.
"Miles!" He yelled the guy's name as they shook hands before releasing it and touching fists. "Hey, dude..."
Miles?
Wow... That sounded awfully familiar.
Irene thought, taking a sip of her water.
Then the thought crossed her mind.
Fuck... Miles!
She snapped her head to look at him.
Miles... Nelson's best friend back in highschool... Wait, she was still in highschool. So just Nelson's best friend...
"What are you doing here?" He asked then his eyes glanced at Irene... A flicker passed through Miles eyes as he stared at Irene, but before she could make sense of it, it disappeared. "You're with your wife. I should be with mine too, but I'm here on a business trip." He commented.
"Is this leisure? Really?" He then added with a short chuckle.
"Miles..." Irene muttered his name, shaking her head still surprised he was actually there.
Miles heard her and frowned. "Hi..." he greeted. "Is there anything wrong?"
"No." Irene immediately shook her head, suddenly feeling embarrassed by the sudden attention he was giving her. "It's just... I didn't expect to see someone else familiar here apart from Law..." She paused.
She almost mentioned that bastards name but held herself before she could.
"I meant em... You look older, and more mature and... And a lot more handsome."
Handsome?
Nelson eyes darted between Irene and Miles.
He didn't like it when she looked at other guys, and worse called them handsome... Even when it was his best friend.
Irene who didn't notice the chance in his expression, continued talking her voice getting lower and lower with every sense. "Tori would shriek when... If she sees how goodlooking you are now. Then she would hit my shoulders continuously, yelling in my ears... I told you so, I told you so, I told you so..." She ended with a small a chuckle... A nervous one.
'Why did I talk too much?' Irene mentally scolded herself, feeling a lot more worse than she had in the beginning.
Miles barely understood her, but he caught a few words. "Well, I doubt Victoria would be so surprised." He said with a small smile, a bit confused.
"You know her?" Now it was Irene's turn to be confused.
Nelson... Who was the only person who understood both people whispered to Irene softly. "She's his wife."
Oh... That made sense. She was his...
She was his what?!
"Wait..." Her eyes widened, "What?!"