I keep looking myself at the mirror. The wound in my neck is totally gone. I was so sure that there was blood in itㅡthe blade cut it! How can he possibly do that with just a kissㅡ
A kiss?
I shook my head. Hell no, it wasn't just a kiss. I felt his tongue. He is a pervert. He really is. But... his voice was so manly. I hate to admit it but my heart raced like crazy when I heard his voice. Ah, this is really driving me crazy!
A lot of things happened today. My heart melted when I saw Lawrence, Melissa told me she hates me, I remembered the past, I was tired, and now Gusion kissed my neck. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I checked the time and one hour had already passed. I haven't had dinner. I usually don't eat dinner but it's different now that there's another person inside my house.
I grabbed my things and went out my room. He's probably sleeping but it's too lame not to feed a guestㅡan unexpected guess. I knocked on his room and I was surprised to receive a sudden response. He opened the door.
"D-Do you want to come with me?" I asked, trying not to maintain an eye-to-eye contact with him. I feel awkward about what he did.
"Where?"
"There's a restaurant nearby. I was thinking to have a dinnerㅡ"
"Okay." He didn't let me finish. Jerk.
We walked our away down the parking lot and entered the car. I feel awkward being around him now.
"About what happened earlier," I cleared my throat. "Why did you do that?"
"I already told you," he replied.
I just nodded and focused on my driving. I took my bag with me when we arrived at the restaurant. The waiter led us to the empty seat and took our order.
"Your world is really different from mine," he said while his eyes were wandering the entire entire.
"Honestly, I didn't want to believe everything you said but it made sense when I found out that you were a fictional hero." Mobile Legends, huh.
"I am not a fictional hero. I am real. I exist."
"Yes, you do. But you are a part of a game. You are a fictional hero."
He is sitting formally and looking at me with those cold eyes. I guess I will be frozen in a minute.
"Having a conversation with you is the hardest thing I have ever experienced in life." He said and he shook his headㅡas if he was talking to himself.
"Let's just continue this later. You see, this isn't the right place to talk about it." I shrugged my shoulders. This isn't really the right place. There are a lot of people here and they might hear what we are talking about and they might think that we are stupids.
The waiter arrived with our food. I thanked him after putting everything on the table.
"I had no idea about your favorite food that's why I ordered the best-selling menu of the restaurant." I said.
"You could've asked me," he answered me as he grabbed a bite on his food.
"Right." I mumbled.
"It's salty," he said while wiping the corner of his lips with the napkin. I raised my eye brows and took one bite of the food.
"It isn't." I took another bite. It wasn't even salty at all. The taste was perfect.
"It is," he insisted. "And what do you call this?"
"Oven-fried fish fillets."
"The chef must have put too many salt and the fish doesn't look fresh at all. Why do they cook like this?" He said without any pause.
"Sshh," I hushed him. "You're insulting the chef. He might hear you!"
"Shouldn't you tell him the truth for him to correct what he failed to do? So he will do better next time?" He raised his eye brows. My throat dried up. This guy, really! How can he act like this at this moment?
"I never thought you could be this picky." I said, shaking my head. I can't really believe this guy.
"I am not picky. I was just stating facts." He shrugged his shoulders.
"Well, Mr. Paxley, you weren't stating facts. What you did was just insulting the chef and the restaurant. Why would they play with their menu when people are paying for it?" I raised my eye brows. He looks calm and that really annoys me.
"Exactly. People are paying. Big money." He agreed to me as if the last words that I mentioned were the only things that matters. He really wants to insult the chef. Like hello, the food was perfect. It was delicious!
Or he was just actually picky?
"Whatever," I rolled my eyes. "I don't want to argue with you just because of this. It's a waste of time."
He continued eating as if he didn't say anything about the food before, so am I. I took a sip on my juice and wiped my lips.
We finished the food quietly and I paid before we walked outside the restaurant. We were about to enter the car when I saw someone very, very familiar to me.
"Ren?" I almost wanted to ran away when I saw Lawrence. He walked towards me and he looked at me and with Gusion with a confused face.
"Lawrence, what are you doing here?" Oh, my God. What should I do?
"I bought a snack and I was planning to visit you at home." He glanced at the person standing beside me. "But you seemed occupied. Maybe next timeㅡ"
"No, wait!" I grabbed his arm when he was about to leave. "It's not what you think. Iㅡ"
"I wasn't thinking anything," he laughed. His laugh broke my heart. Why do I always think that he'll like me back when he isn't even interested in me?
"This is..." I looked at Gusion who looked back at me. I gave him a go-with-the-flow look and I hope he'd understand it. "...my cousin, Franz. He just came back home from Europe." Gusion raised his eye brows at me but I just ignored him. I had no choice!
"I am Lawrence. Renesmee's friend." Lawrence offered his hand to Gusion for a handshake. Gusion stared at Lawrence's hand for a few seconds before accepting it.
"Franz," Gusion said as he glanced at my direction. "Renesmee's cousin." Thank you, Gusion!
"Renesmee never mentioned anyone to me except for his sister." Lawrence added.
"My cousin doesn't like talking with other people about her family. I hope you understand."
"I am her friend, though."
What's with this atmosphere? They are looking intensely with one another's eyes. Lawrence has the ideal height but Gusion is taller than him.
"Right, you said you want to visit me at home. Do you want to come with us?" I interrupted.
"No. Maybe next time. And please check your mail. I have already sent you the replay." Lawrence smiled at me.
"Did you win?" I asked.
"Of course," he patted my hair. "You showed up. Of course I'd win." I feel like my heart left my body. It raced like hell.
"You really know how to make me smile."
"I will just see you tomorrow." He said before he left.
Gusion crossed his arms across his chest and looked at me with his eye brows raising.
"What?" I asked.
"Franz, huh?"
"I... I had no choice. Stop looking me that way. And besides, the name I gave you was good. It's my favorite musician's name."
"Since when did I become your cousin?" He asked, ignoring what I just said.
"Whatever!" I entered the car and he followed. I just want to go home as soon as possible because I don't want him to ask me about random things anymore
"You like him," he said right after we entered the condo.
"You really like stating things without even asking me, don't you?" I threw him a spiteful look.
"Why would I even ask when I already know the answer?" He asked, following me to the living room.
"Don't you have any thing to do in life? Why are you doing this to me?"
"I have. That's why I was telling you to help me to go back home."
"I can't help you!" He's really annoying!
"You promised me," he said as he crossed his arms across his chest.
"Since when did I promise you?"
"Since you brought me here."
"You are so annoying, do you know that?"
"That's what people say to me," he shrugged his shoulders.
This is so frustrating! Why am I even in this kind of situation? Why am I even arguing with this weird man?
"Okay, let's have some rules here."
"Okay," he answered.
"First, you are not allowed to ask me about Lawrence or whoever I like. That's not even your business. Second, you are going to follow what I am going to say to you. Third, while you are here, you are not allowed to go outside without me. Do you understand?"
"Is that all?" He asked calmly.
"Why? Do you want me to add some more?"
"As you wish," he said.
"Okay. The fourth thing is, you are not allowed to talk to anyone. Not until you have my permission." I don't want him to go to around telling everybody that he is an assassin who came from another world. It will just bring me headache.
"I will always remember the rules you have set."
"That's good, then."
"But I will also have my rules."
"Are you crazy?"
"I think it'd be fair if I have also my rules here," he brushed his brown hair with his fingers. Rules, whatever. "I usually have brewed coffee and freshly baked bread in the morning. Sometimes, I eat carrot and tangelo soup. Sometimes, cauliflower chowder. During lunch time, meat or fish dishes would be the best. I like roasted salmon with celery and bulgur salad, and white veal schnitzels. I usually eat vegetable salad, and easy raclette at dinner. And I don't like pasta and any food with a lot of garlic." He said as if he was telling his order to a waitress.
My jaw dropped to what I just heard. Is he even serious?
"Are you making me your cook?" I asked, almost raising my voice. "Waitㅡlet me rephrase that. Are you making me your servant?"
"What do you think?" He asked.
"You do realize that you are not a prince who is telling his servant to remember all the food that he wants to eat, right?"
"I just told you my rules. What's the problem with that?"
"The problem is I am not your servant and I will never be!" I yelled like a child. "God, I wasn't raised just to be a servant of a weird man."
"I was not asking you to be my servant. I was only telling you my rules."
"Well your rules won't apply here. This isn't your home. I don't even know how to cook!"
"Why are you so angry?"
"Because you're demanding!"
"Am I?" He asked innocently. I rolled my eyes and ignored him. I will only lose a lot of energy if I continue talking to him. I turned my back at him but he quickly grabbed my arm.
"What?" I looked at him.
"It was a joke," he said, trying not to laugh. "I never thought you'd react that way. You're hilarious."
"Are you happy?" I asked sarcastically before I pulled my arm away from him.
"My rules are just simple. All you have to do right now is to listen to what I am going to say."
"Okay," I crossed my arms across my chest and waits for his words.
"You have to tell me what you feel and what you are thinking. That's all." I laughed when he said those words. There's no way for me to tell him anything about it.
"Like what?"
"Like why you cried earlier. Why you looked so empty when you already have everything." His tone was calm and soft at the same time. I couldn't feel any coldness.
"It's none of your business."
"It's my rule. You have to tell me."
"Why? We are strangers to one another. It is uncomfortable for me to open up to a stranger, you see."
"You know my name."
"It's not enough." Knowing one's name doesn't mean you can already trust a person. It's not yet enough.
He moved one more step to me as he took my hand and say, "My name is Gusion, the fourth son of the Paxley household. If you want to know more about me, please ask me comfortably," and he kissed my hand.
What?