A Lifetime With You

Chapter 2 : How do you like to be called?

"It's nothing. One more thing: it's my fault why you're in a situation like that. " I said and heaved a sigh.

"Let's not talk anymore. That's over." He parted his hair. He picked up the cellphone on the nearby table and handed it to me.

Should I get it?

"Put your number there," he says in monotome.

Surprisingly, I accepted that.

"Why?" I ask him.

So that if I ask you to do something, I can call you right away. I'm sure I won't be able to move properly for a few days. So I need you. "

No, I'm going to be a nanny.

It was as if my heart was palpitating because of what I had heard. "Just stab me!" in mind, k-

I want to kill myself instead of being his nanny.

"My knife!" he says back.

Geez, did I say that, stupid Leigh?

"And what are you going to make me do, huh?" I asked more

He was just thinking, "A lot, I can make you wash the dishes , clean the house, cook, you'll also feed me when I want to eat, Just a lot more." He promised with a smile.

He's smiling?

Omg, this is the first time he smiled at me. Drown me please.

"Eh?, you want an all-around maid, Mr. Well, for your information, I'm not a caregiver. " I stared at him sharply.

And I didn't think of it in time, but I can take care of you, it says in my mind.

I thought he was scared and would look away, but he just stared at me. It was as if our aura was fighting in the air.

"If I am you, just follow what I want, otherwise I'll really complain to your superior," he threatened.

And I didn't know who Director Narcisso's side was with us.

But will I allow it to be just like that? If I'm going to e*****e this cripple, I have to think of a plan.

"Yes, go ahead. I'm ready." But when that's okay, I have nothing to answer to you, obviously. "

"Obviously," he replied.

It held out its left hand, and I accepted that. I was nervous when we applied our palms, as if I didn't know. We just stared at each other.

Our gaze was cut short when the door opened and guests entered, at seven o'clock.

"Hey, what's this?" asked the woman who entered.

I immediately let go of his hand. They approached Ethan and I stepped aside so they could pass.

"Won't you introduce us to your friend, Ethan?" the woman asked again, once looking at me.

"She's not my friend; she's the reason I'm here; she ruin my life." he says, angry.

I despise myself because of what he said. He doesn't have to blame me. I am to blame for everything that happened. It's like I want to go for a walk-out.

"You're below the belt, Ethan." I rebuked the woman, and she turned to me. Ignore that man. That's just the way it is—rude. " It held out its hand.

"I'm Nympha. This is my husband, Raven." He and his wife, Raven, also approached, and shook my hand.

"I'm Leigh Tolentino. You can call me Rye." Let me introduce myself.

"Leigh Tolentino?" Are you the NBI Agent who caught a big drug syndicate here in the Philippines? " Raven says.

He turned to his wife. "Didn't you hear that on TV recently?"

I just smiled at them.

"Ohmy!, It's great. I mean, you're great. Maybe what you did was hard just to track them down. Tell us about it. Are you alone? You fought-"

It was cut short when Ethan suddenly stepped in.

"Stop asking, the one in front of you is not that famous." He protested.

He's feisty gosh.

Instead of stooping down and feeling the urge to fight him, I just said goodbye to those who were already there.

"All right, I'll go first. Maybe the one who's lying on a hospital bed has menstruation, so he's very grumpy." I said smirking, Raven and Nympha laughed.

"Hey, What's menstruation?" "Me?" he asked himself. "Have Menstruation?"

"Yes!" I growled at him.

Ethan's face couldn't be painted because of what I said.

I immediately left the room.

You would be handsome, but you're ugly.

I hurried out. I was already disgusted with him. I'm annoyed. He really neglected my patience.

Ah, he's annoying.

Suddenly, I woke up because of my phone ringing.

I first checked my watch to see what time it was. It was only four in the morning.

I received 35 missed calls and 26 messages.

That was an impossible job because I was suspended.

"Who does you?" My opening is useless.

"And what hudas, me?" was the question on the other line. "I'm not treacherous or a traitor."

"Seriously Leigh"

"Who are you?" I asked as I regained consciousness. "Nuisance," I muttered under my breath.

"I need you now. I have something to do. I mean

I need you now. I'll ask you to do something. "

I was awakened by that voice. I know who owns it.

Judas-iscariot, it is.

It's Mr. Ethan 'Grumpy' Ramirez.

"All right, Señorito, I'm going there." I'm losing patience, I say.

"Okay, I'll just text you my home address. Maybe you won't get lost. "

I would have answered when he turned off the call.

He had no manners.

I got out of bed and went straight to the bathroom.

While bathing, I wondered if it had been two days since we had last met.

I thought he was just joking when he said he would torture me. The f**k, he was serious.

Honestly, I would be sorry if that didn't go ahead.

Since I met him, my life has become more exciting.

I already believe what they say "Papunta palang tayo sa exciting part"

Even the exciting part is the shooting and catching of criminals.

I just wore a V-neck white shirt and fitted knee-length denim shorts.

That's all I wore, after all. He would make me his assistant.

"Boom, boom, boom," I said in a calm and alert tone. That's a bomb for excitement.

I picked it up; it's only lived in New Manila, just nearby.

I arrived in less than thirty minutes. I immediately went out of the garage last night. I would just get to my car. Because it was flat when the accident happened in Ethan, I first went to the mall to buy food.

Do I know if he has food or not?

Of course not.

Then I also went to the drug store to buy him medicine.

When I got to the address he gave me, I rang the doorbell, and after a while, he opened it.

I immediately saw his worried face. He looked at me from head to toe.

Oh, why are you like that again when you look? What else have I done? " I asked him.

"No, you just look different now." He looked at the ones I was carrying and asked, "What's that?"

"Ah, is it?" I lifted the bags. "Just food." I entered even though I didn't know. I'm a bit rude there ah haha. He did not complain either.

It followed me a split second later. I was in the kitchen and laid down my things on the table.

I took my things out of the bag one by one, carrying pandesal, eggs, ham, and fresh milk.

I went to the refrigerator to open it and look at the contents.

"Did they say that your refrigerator is empty?" It's a good thing I went to the convenience store and the bakery. "

"Did you guess that my refrigerator was empty, so you went to the convenient store?" was its question.

I'm not crippled, I'm just always ready. I used to be a Girl Scout before, "I said, then took a bowl. I will cook scrambled eggs."

I was still looking in the kitchen for the ingredients available to cook, but there were none. I saw his stove. I opened it and started frying.

I first cooked the egg and then the ham. When it was over, I heated the water.

I arranged everything that was cooked with the coffee on the dining table while Mr. Nasty talked to me.

I won't call him Mr. Grumpy henceforth. Mr. Nasty will do.

Hahahahaha!

"Eat it. I'm sure you've only eaten instant noodles these past few days." I uttered.

"And how did you know that again?" he spoke, questioning me.

"It's simple. I saw the cup noodles in your trash. And you didn't leave anything to wash; it's like only the heated water was used. " I used a fairly lengthy explanation, as I previously stated.

Not bad for an NBI agent, huh?

He faced the food. He announced that he was going to eat it. He put it on his plate.

I have a cooking grade, of course.

"Delicious Leigh."

Wow, first name basis, Mr. Nasty huh.

"It's nothing, it's just fried."

"Your arrogance," he joked. "Wait, why are you standing there?" "Aren't you going to eat?" was its question.

"Eh? Am I not a maid? Does the maid go with the boss? "," After I said that, my stomach suddenly stopped.

"I'm annoyed that someone is standing around me while I'm eating. One more thing, I can hear the revolution in your stomach. "

He even took a piece of pandesal stuffed and exaggeratedly showed how delicious it was.

I swallowed. I sighed in front of him. I'm hungry. Then, without saying a word, I sat down near him and took some bread.

I looked at the ones I picked up; ham and scrambled eggs, and the two pandesal.

And I finished it in less than thirty seconds.

"You're greedy," he said.

As if embarrassed, I was stunned by the taste of the bread.

"I'm sorry, I'm hungry." I just smiled at him.

It's okay, it's better if my roommate is greedy. I'm enticed to eat after eating. Another one you all bought and cooked.

He took the bread and bit into it.

After we ate for a few more hours, I stood up and immediately withdrew the meals.

"All right, take a rest, Señorito," I said.

"Why do you call me that? I'm disgusted."

I have something else to call you, Mr. Nasty.

"There's nothing you can do. That's what I want to call you." You're a liar, Leigh. "After all, you made me an assistant," I suggested while washing the dishes.

You will really regret that you made me your assistant, or whatever you called it, Ethan.

"Tu es belle et mignonne à la fois," he said in a whisper.

"You take care of that." He said and went straight to his room.