Eternal Beloved

Chapter 9

 Deming doesn’t seem to catch her hesitance as he is distracted by one of the pictures but before she could find it, the portrait was gone in less than a second, tucked away inside his pocket, leaving the small frame empty with no sign of being touch but she knows better. Her eyes are too slow to follow his swift movement.

“What’s that?” she asked, pointing toward his pocket.

“What?” he asked her back. His dark eyes are wide and innocent, and she doesn’t trust them. “I know you took out the picture.” she insisted, as she mindlessly pats his pockets. Blame her nosy genes, she could never ignore something like this. The harder people try to hide something from her, the more obsessive she becomes with the truth.

“You mean this?” Deming flashed a picture, now folded that she can only see the blank part of the picture.

“It’s nothing, just my childhood picture, I thought I look too cute for public display.”

Yeah right.

She still had her eyes on the picture when he deliberately, in a slow-motion tuck it into his pant back pocket, arching an eyebrow, challenging her to take it. She is so not going to do that, curiosity aside. She still remembers that curiosity could kill a cat. 

Putting her hands in the air in the act of surrender, she retreats to the couch and flips through the magazine provided on the console.

“It’s all yours if you take it by yourself.” he provoked, jerking his right hip meaningfully as he walks past her. She stared dagger toward him, tempted to slap his ass away but fully know that’s a really bad decision to be made.

Realizing she has decided to ignore him, Deming finally returned to his seat, picking up where he left before. It wasn’t long before his phone first ring, piercing the silence in the room. Upon seeing the caller ID, he hung up. Then the second, third and fourth call came in.

“I think you should pick it up. Might be an emergency,” she suggested, a small part of her brain wonder whether it’s safe to ask who’s the caller.

“That’s my aunt, and you are the emergency. Are you sure you want me to pick up the call?” Only then, she realizes that the huntress had told the family about her for whatever reason.

Another call enter. Deming sighs heavily before pressing the answer button.

“What are you doing?” she hissed subconsciously. He smiles apologetically as he places the phone to his ear, listening to the person on the other end demand. It appears like the caller demanding him, for a less of a better word, to come home immediately, which sound a lot like bad news.