"Call me as soon as you get home."
"Of course, Hon. I'll get back to you right away."
"Okay. Come and hug me."
Two people in a bond of love hug each other tightly and kiss each other on the lips. The two of them seemed to be doused by a bucket of glue that made their bodies unable to move away. Getting stronger.
And it's more crushing to Ivory's feelings.
Ivory averted her gaze with all her might to avoid the spectacle that heated her heart. She was currently in the dining room of her partner's house. She explored the space and objects around her.
'Partner your ass! He already has his own life partner,' Ivory thought languidly.
More precisely, the house of her future baby's father.
'Ugh, that's even more terrifying. I'm not even pregnant yet. How can I call Aaron the future father of my baby for now?' Ivory thought back.
Regardless of Aaron's status in her life, the most important thing right now was that she had to avoid them and do something more productive. Driven by a strong motivation to get away from the annoying love bird, Ivory got up from her seat and cleaned up all the dirty plates and glasses the three had eaten. The girl with a gummy smile, cleverly piled several plates into one stack high. She lifted it steadily with all the chopsticks, spoons, and glasses on top. Ivory carried the pile of dirty things into the sink. She snorted in disgust when she heard Joy's sigh.
Instead of saying goodbye and leaving, Aaron and Joy were making out right behind Ivory's back. With an annoyed heart, she took a deep breath to neutralize the noise of her feelings. After feeling calm, she switched to taking a pair of greenwashing gloves and started cleaning the dirt on the pile of dishes.
"Well, I ate the cuisine too, and she's done a great cooking," she said to herself.
Once again, Ivory acknowledges Joy's abilities. Not only beautiful, but Joy also seems to be reliable in processing food ingredients. The cuisine was absolutely amazing. According to Ivory, maybe the food was equivalent to food in an expensive restaurant that she could only see from the outside.
Made her shrink even more.
No, it's not that she can't cook because, for whatever reason, Ivory has been trained in cooking for many years by her sister. Coincidentally, her sister's hobby was cooking, and it was more or less contagious to her. Usually, she always feels victorious in the case of the kitchen when she's with her sister. According to her, her cuisine cannot be considered not good. Her hands seemed to have taste in every concoction she made.
But not today. Ivory felt defeated by the fantastic dish of the big-breasted girl. Oh, looks like Ivory has a new nickname for Aaron's future wife. Big-chested girl...
And slender hips, and S Line body, and a big smile, and a pretty face...
Aarrghh.
Ivory was getting madder when she compared herself to the charmer.
"Hey, why did you wash it?"
A low-pitched mutter from behind managed to make a plate slide out of Ivory's hand. Luckily it didn't break because her hands were not too far from the sink. Ivory just stared in horror at the thing she almost broke.
"Ah, I'm just uncomfortable seeing my plate of used food lying around," she boasted.
The man who had been the subject of daydreams in her head laughed lightly. "Don't do that. Just put it down. I have a maid who takes care of all these things."
The man casually pulled Ivory's hand from the pouring water and put down the plate she was rinsing. He helped Ivory take off the green gloves without letting his own hands get wet. Ivory hastily withdrew her hand because she was shocked by Aaron's move.
"I can do it myself—"
"Just obey me," Aaron cut in, causing Ivory to keep her mouth shut. Somehow the deep voice that came out of Aaron's lips always made Ivory directly obey the man's orders. "I'll show you your room," Aaron added.
Once again, as if Aaron was used to it, he pulled Ivory out of the dining room by the hand. His hands didn't grip; he just wrapped his fingers around Ivory's wrists. They stepped on the beautiful gray floor that made the sound of tapping shoes.
Ivory admired this house. According to her, Aaron really has good taste. On every wall she passed, there were paintings that Ivory had no idea of artistic value but which radiated an artistic and elegant aura. The choice of wall color is also quite classy. Aaron colored it with a mix of dim gray and cornsilk that was beautiful and mysterious at the same time. With just one look, Ivory could tell that this man was a person with interest in art.
The two of them turned right and stopped behind a tightly shut ivory door. Aaron reached into something from the pocket of the material he was wearing and pulled out a flat silver key. Ivory watched nervously as the man put the key in the lock and turned it twice until the door swung wide open.
Ivory's small mouth suddenly opened wide. She hastily covered her mouth before she looked even more stupid. Ivory was taken aback by what lay before her.
A room that was much larger than the rest of the house filled her view. What surprised her was that all the things there were full of red and black. These two colors are her favorite colors.
How could Aaron know? Just a coincidence? Couldn't he have just found out?
These were the questions that circled Ivory's head at the moment.
The girl then looked at the king-size bed wrapped with maroon sheets. Next to it, there was a dressing table with red and black carved ornaments, a red wardrobe with black handles, and a wall clock in the shape of a cute character that was also red and black. Everything was so beautiful.
"Wow…"
She could only mumble wordlessly. She walked in and sat on her bed. Her hands brushed against the satin sheets that were so soft. Not to mention the softness of the mattress seemed to invite her to lay down as soon as possible. Way much different from her brusque and cold bed.
"You like red, don't you?"
Ivory nodded slowly. "How did you know?"
The owner of the house did not immediately answer. He just gave a fleeting smile and walked right in front of Ivory. Aaron didn't want to tell the answer.
"This is your room. Use whatever you want. You can decorate it as you like. You can even ask me to change the color or layout of this room if necessary."
"Okay," Ivory mumbled hesitantly because she still couldn't believe that a room this large would be living in.
She had fallen in love with this room. She could not ask Aaron to replace everything in this fantastic room. Ivory really felt lucky.
"That door..." Aaron pointed at the back of the girl, who Ivory immediately followed. "... is the bathroom. There is a toilet, shower, bathtub, and everything. You just have to use it and let me know if you need anything else."
Ivory nodded again.
"There are clothes in the closet that you can wear every day."
Again Ivory nodded.
Of all the facilities provided to her, there was still one crucial question that stuck in her head.
"Then…"
Ivory bit her lower lip hesitantly. She still doubts and is ashamed to ask or not.
"Then what?"
Too bad for Ivory. Aaron continued his question in a sweet tone. It was as if he was asking a toddler for chocolate or strawberry-flavored candy. Her heart was beating wildly. She was embarrassed to ask but also needed an answer. That's why Ivory immediately asked the question stuck in her mind.
"Where are you gonna sleep?"