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This was the most boring breakfast I've ever had with someone.
He just sat on the chair opposite mine in the restaurant, eating and not saying a single word.
Well, at least he wasn't doing anything on his phone.
But neither spoke, so I decided to just let my gaze wander where we were.
The restaurant was obviously of high class.
We weren't the only once in it but the people there were obviously millionaires and billionaires.
I was certain there was no one here who cared to even take a photo of us, that is if they knew anything about us.
The food was also very expensive, that when the menu had been bought, if I wasn't with Don, I'd have gone for a glass of water.
It was still confusing to me why meals in high class restaurant were slways so expensive.
There wasn't much special thing in the foods. They were ust like any normal food anyone has eaten, only sweeter, I guess.
My gaze moved to him, where he seemed focused on his food.
Staring at him, I couldn't help but think about the kiss.
Did this really handsome and rich man like me? What's so special about me that he likes?
Will it be good if I end up liking him back?
He wasn't so bad.
I mean, he was extremely hot and rich.
But then, was that all life is about? He doesn't have the human characteristics.
He's also so cold, so demanding, always feeling superior. His wealth had gotten into his brain.
What if I fell for him and he doesn't change his attitude towards me? What if he even treats me worse than he already does?
What if he ends up not taking care of me like how a man should take care of his woman.
If this is how he's been acting for 26 years of his life, what makes me think he'd change just because he likes me?
He raised his head from the food, catching me staring at him.
It had come as a surprise as our gaze locked but I didn't want to look away. That'd made it look like I was admiring him.
“Is there a problem?” His voice wasn't stern or cold but still sent shivers down my spine.
“No.” My tone had come out so different and matured, I had to wonder if it was mine.
Then slowly returning my gaze to the food in front of me, I took a spoonful of it.
There was silence for a while till he broke it. “We'll be going for a walk down the road this evening.”
I could still feel him staring at me so I didn't raise my head, fearing what another locked gaze could do to me.
“Sure okay.” That was all I could say as I felt my heart beating ten times faster.
***
Again silence as we ambled down the road.
This time though, it was unbearable.
It didn't help that where we were walking was as silent as ever.
“Don’t you ever have anything to say?” It slipped out before I even thought that true.
But I mean, anything was better than silence.
“I'm not that good at starting a conversation.” I hadn't expected that to be his reply. I hadn't even expected him to reply at all.
Either way, I muttered, “well that's obvious.”
“Maybe you can start a conversation and I'll reply,” he had a small smile on. “Ask anything you want?”
That was unexpected, and my surprise was evident in the raised brow. “Really? Anything?”
“Yes.”
“Okay then, can you tell me about your family?”
Wait, was that me going too far? Asking about ones family could be weird, right?
It seems to speak different meanings.
“My family?” He sounded like he hadn't expected that.
“Yes, I know nothing about them. They are my in-laws for two years so I just want to know a few things about them.” I quickly clarified.
Was he going to reply?
“Well, okay.” He actually agreed.
Wow. Maybe this hot dude really had something for me.
He seemed to be thinking about what to say. “Well, there's nothing much to know about them. I'm the only child of my parents. My cousin, Violin has been living with us since she was thirteen.”
“Why?” My curious part asked.
“Her parent's private plane crashed on their way to Germany twelve years ago so my parents took her as theirs since then.”
“Her parents, were they from your mom's side or dad's?”
“My mom's the only child, my dad had a younger sister, but she died in the plane crash.”
That was going to have been so sad. “I'm sorry.”
He stared at me for a moment with an expression that seemed somewhat muddled.
“There's no need to be, it's not like you're the one who caused the plane crash.” His gaze went back to the road.
“Your family must love one another.” My thoughts spilled out in words.
It was true. They accepted Violin as theirs so they must love one another.
But his scoff spoke otherwise. “It's actually the opposite.”
“Huh?”
“We aren't the definition of a happy family. My dad has always only cared about the success of his company and nothing else. When he handed it over to me, he told me I must take care of it.
“If anything were to happen to me right now, he would only be worried about who would take care of the company since I'm his only child.”
“I'm sure he'd be worried about you.” What father wouldn't? Even if a family member doesn't act it, they truly love their family, right?
“You don't understand, his company's his life. Ever since my grandfather handed it over to him when he was just 20, mom says it had been his only priority.”
“Wow,” that could be a sad life, “how about you mom? Is she nice?”
“Well, of course she loves me as her only child but she also cares about her wealth. She's a very nice woman but when it comes to material things, she could become violent.”
“I don't understand.” I had to admit.
“Like, if you touch her gold, she could cut your hand off.” He chuckled, but I only gasped. That was creepy.
“Not literally cut it off.” He clarified, sounding like he found me weird.
“And Violin? Do you two get along?”
“Not at all, we're like enemies. She never does anything useful in her life and that only infuriates me.”
“Wow, your life is so weird.” What was even more weird was how interested I found myself.
“I guess.” He shrugged a shoulder, then we continued walking in a comfortable silence.
“Why don't we head back to the hotel.” He stopped walking, causing me to involuntarily do the same.
The thought of heading back and not talking when we were at the hotel made me feel slightly sad, I had no idea why.
Maybe I just wanted to have more conversations with him, not because I liked him or anything.
Well, the conversations were over with, time to head back.
“Okay.”
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