The Boss is in Love with a Commonner

CHAPTER 3

CHELSEA P.O.V

As the plane touched down, a surge of relief washed over me. I hastily retrieved my belongings from the overhead locker and made my way off the aircraft. With each step, I distanced myself from Mr. Javier, not bothering to glance back or acknowledge his presence. I had already expressed my gratitude, so I felt no obligation to linger.

Exiting the airport, I hailed a cab and climbed in, eager to get back home.

JAVIER P.O.V

I disembarked from the plane, my eyes fixed on the retreating figure of the woman who had left without a word. It was clear that something I had said had affected her profoundly, casting a shadow over our encounter.

Arriving outside, I was greeted by my fleet of cars and security personnel. I climbed into one of the vehicles, but an unusual sense of guilt gnawed at me. It was perplexing how much I cared about a woman I had just met. A half-smile formed on my lips as I recollected the absurd things she had said and done the previous night. It had been an entertaining experience, to say the least.

Finally arriving home, I stepped into the elevator, accompanied by some of my security personnel. They remained silent, aware that I was lost in my thoughts. As the elevator ascended, I pondered the unusual scent that filled the air, signaling my sister's presence.

Upon reaching my penthouse, I made my way to the kitchen, anticipating the dramatic events that I had likely missed out on.

"Welcome back, bro," Isabella greeted me, her voice dripping with insincerity.

"Thank you," I replied, observing her carefully. Something about her demeanor seemed off. I approached her, and as she turned to face me, my suspicions were confirmed. A scar marred her once flawless skin.

"It was a mistake. I provoked him, and that's why he hit me," Isabella offered an explanation even though I hadn't asked for one. I never expected or wanted my sister to be trapped in an abusive marriage.

A wry smile played on my lips as I stared at her face for a few moments. "Please, Javier, don't do anything rash," she pleaded, her voice filled with desperation, despite my silence.

My gaze fixated on the scar, and I gently turned her face to examine it further. Just then, my dear niece Gabriella burst out of the room, running towards me with open arms.

I scooped up the three-year-old and swung her around, cherishing the precious bond we shared. She truly was my most valuable treasure, along with her mother, Isabella.

CHELSEA'S P.O.V

The taxi ride had been an exhausting journey, filled with thoughts of how I would explain everything to my aunt.

As I stepped out of the taxi and gazed at the familiar building, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. This was the house I was accustomed to yet uncertainty of how my day would go today made me feel cold. Taking a deep breath, I paid the driver and made my way down the hallway towards my aunt's apartment.

With each step, my mind kept replaying the events from London, as if they were happening all over again. The memories were fresh, the emotions raw. As I reached my aunt's door, I hesitated for a moment before knocking gently. The door swung open, revealing my aunt's face, filled with excitement. But her expression quickly changed as she took in my sad countenance and teary eyes.

"Oh, my love," she said, pulling me into a tight embrace.

ISABELLE'S P.O.V

I was utterly stunned and bewildered by his sudden transformation when Gabriella appeared. They played together for a while before he excused himself to take a shower. When he returned downstairs for lunch, the atmosphere grew tense and uncomfortable. We sat in silence, avoiding eye contact, with only the sound of Gabriella's spoon clattering against the plate.

I knew he was analyzing my face, his mind racing with different thoughts. The lunch was filled with awkwardness, and the tension hung in the air, thick as fog. I couldn't help but wonder what was going through his mind.

CHELSEA'S POV

The lunch with my aunt was undoubtedly awkward. We sat together in silence, the anger simmering beneath the surface after I had shared what happened. Neriah, my friend, also remained quiet, his eyes filled with curiosity. But they both respected my privacy and chose not to press me further.

Yet, despite their understanding, the silence weighed heavily on me. I couldn't bear it any longer and whispered under my breath,

"Are you both not going to say anything?"

My aunt, unable to contain her anger any longer, burst out,

"How could he do that to you?" Her words were filled with a mix of rage and concern. "And both of them! They deserve to be taught a lesson. We can't let them get away with such wicked acts, can we, Neriah?" She turned her fiery gaze towards him, awaiting his agreement.

Neriah hesitated, unsure of how to respond. "I don't know, Aunt. Perhaps we should try to move on and focus on the future," he suggested, trying to avoid provoking her further.

His answer did not sit well with my aunt. Her sarcastic eyes bored into him, disappointed by his lack of support