Filed to story: Turn The Mafia’s Virgin Wife On
“Oh no…it’s an old story now. Since my dear Madame passed away, I’ve been raising Master Sebastian as best as I can. Although, sometimes, I’m not so sure if I’ve done a decent job or not…” she said with a small laugh.
“I’m sure you’ve given your all. There’s nothing for you to feel regretful over,” I said, comfortingly.
“Miss Grace…” Auntie called my name softly.
“…Yes?” I said.
“Master Sebastian is a wonderfully kind-heart person. I am sure that you will have a happy life with him,” the Auntie said with so much sincerity in her voice that I found myself speechless.
It was hard for me to imaging Sebastian as a ‘wonderfully kind-hearted person’ with everything that I’ve witnessed and experienced. That man was aggressive, rude, violent, a drunkard, disrespectful, selfish, arrogant, perverted and the list just goes on and on with not-so-positive descriptive words.
I guess I was experiencing firsthand a love of a mother. You know, the phenomenon where you dote on the child that you raised so much that you can’t see any of his faults. No matter what happens, you only see the positive in the person and you trust the others to feel the same way.
I had my own full-blown doubts about the Auntie’s claim, but I decided to keep my disagreement to myself.
“Thank you…I’ll…keep that in mind,” I answered, as I pasted my most friendly smile on my face.
After I continued to watch Auntie arrange the flowers, I remembered why I was here in the first place. I didn’t come here to enjoy watching her arrange flowers, I came here to ask about Sebastian.
“Auntie. You know that according to the Boss’s request, I’m supposed to do something for Sebastian everyday as part of…the agreement, right? So…I was wondering, what you think I should do for Sebastian?” I asked, seeking for information.
“Oh, that. There are many things that Sebastian likes…body massages, taking a stroll around at night, going to karaoke, going to car races, horse races…you could read him a book…take him to a late-night movie. There’s so many things that you two can do together just like other young couples,” she replied enthusiastically.
“Umm…I think I was looking for something…that can be done without us having to meet?” I asked, rephrasing my question.
“Without having to meet?” Auntie said, in confusion.
“Yes. Like how yesterday I made breakfast and left it on the table for him, you know?” I said.
“Hmm…but wouldn’t it be better for you two to spend time together to get to know each other?” she asked. I could see why she was confused. I guess that spending time together would be the correct thing to do in normal cases. Except, our case wasn’t exactly normal.
“Haha…I guess…” I replied vaguely.
Except, we didn’t want to get to know each other. We wanted to avoid each other like the plague.
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Since talking to Auntie didn’t give me any good ideas on what to do for Sebastian without meeting him face-to-face, I decided to put something together for him in the kitchen. Surveying the ingredients, I decided to make a simple breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon, and toasted bread.
After looked down at the neatly arranged food on the large, white, and round plate when I was finished. The food looked yummy and smelled appetizing. Well, not that it mattered. I knew that this dish would go untouched until the time I returned to this penthouse later in the day because Sebastian wouldn’t touch it and Auntie would feel too guilty to throw it away herself.
Plus, today Sebastian had already left before me.
Doesn’t matter. I already fulfilled my part of the bargain.
I pulled off the apron that I had been wearing and waltzed out of the kitchen, the large plate in hand. I headed straight for the dining table where I quickly placed the plate on the table. That’s it. Done…for today.
It was a little later than I thought when I arrived at the hospital where my grandmother was staying. The morning traffic was worse than normal today and that delayed my plans. My grandmother seemed a little weaker than normal today as well and after spending a few hours together, she dozed off.
The nurses reassured me that it was normal and just a side effect of the medication that she had been given.
Since my grandmother fell asleep and I wanted her to rest, there was nothing I could do but pause my sketching and painting for the time being. It wasn’t so late when I got in the car to head back to the penthouse. However, the traffic caused by some road maintenance wasted almost an hour of my time. By the time I got back to the penthouse it was almost sunset and I was in restless mood.
I took the elevator up to the top floor immediately, looking forward to a warm shower followed by a peaceful dinner. Then perhaps I could watch a movie or listen to some music to wind down. I had many pleasant plans in my mind on how to spend the rest of my evening.
“Why are you back so late today?”
A low and stern voice greeted me the moment that I stepped into the suite.
Sebastian…why is he back so early?! He’s usually never back before midnight…
“Says the guy who comes home way past midnight drunk on most days…” I replied as I closed the door behind me. I heard the door click shut and automatically lock behind me.
I walked slowly into the dining room where Sebastian was sitting at the dining table. I wondered what he wanted with me. I couldn’t wait to get away from him.
“What?” Sebastian said in surprise at my retort.
“Nothing…” I mumbled, turning to walk away.
“Hmm…sit down,” Sebastian commanded, loud and clear.
I turned to look at Sebastian again. He was dressed in all black today and I had to admit that he looked stunning. The black suit, shirt and tie worked well to bring out his blond hair and beautiful blue eyes. The next thing that I noticed was the abundant amount of food on the table, all seemed untouched.
He was waiting to have dinner…with me?
Hesitantly, I sat down on the opposite side of the dining table. The food looks amazing and fancy; however, I had a feeling that I wasn’t going to enjoy this meal.
“Eat,” Sebastian commanded, his sharp eyes on me.
“Thank you…” I whispered.
I reached for the utensils on the table and began taking some food onto my plate. After watching me eat for a little while, Sebastian started eating as well. We ate in silence with neither of us saying anything. I didn’t talk to him, and I was starting to feel thankful that he wasn’t talking to me.