"What are you marking those for?" She asked. Hodja never made a mark in his books."Because those things matter," Jaime replied."Really?" Vivian commented, impressed. "The book must be very expensive.""That's right. I plan to give it to a friend after graduation."Her eyebrows rose. "You are so kind."She would die of happiness if Hodja received a book from an upperclassman."It looks complicated. You're smart but why do you do it?" She speaks."I'm not as smart as you think." He shrugged off her comment then looked at her. "Do you want to try?""Huh?" She asked in surprise, feeling him sitting closer to her. Not less than a second later, he stuffed the pen into her hand and then wrapped his arms around her, holding her hand and marking the page."I'm just highlighting important terms and instructions, like this..." He explained slowly, his voice close to her ear. Vivian looked at the yellow pen, her hand moving with his while her body remained bound in the safety of his arm.This..
Vivian glanced at him curiously."So..." He continued. "If you do anything even the simplest of things like doing the laundry or cleaning the bathroom, tell me and I'll help you do it."Vivian laughed, he must be joking, she was so amused."I'm serious, I'm not joking." He added with serious depth, watching her expression darken. Vivian looked away almost uncomfortable at his suggestion."Just trivial things. You don't need to worry." She turned away, placing the last of the dishes next to his sink. "But, thank you."As he washed the last of the dishes, he wondered if she was upset. He didn't have the courage to stand and speak clearly in front of Chairman Evans and his daughter. As for her, to raise her younger brother alone in this cruel world without relying on anyone, Vivian knows she needs to be strong. He's not sure about his future with anyone. Vivian may not trust him because he can't even trust himself.Is he really ready to commit to her, to what they have right now?"I know
Vivian thought. Having the company means receiving millions every month. Is that good enough? Why wouldn't Jaime want to do what everyone would die for?Without the company, he would be as useless as she and Clinton."What?" He asked when he saw her staring at him.Quickly averting her eyes, she smiled awkwardly and moved her shoulders. "Nothing." She lied. "I was just wondering... if you didn't want to inherit the company, what would you do?"Jaime smiled childishly. "I don't know. I haven't had a chance to think about it."There was something sad in the way he smiled. Vivian said. "Then I'll give you a chance to think about it now."He glanced at her, eyes shining with a grateful smile. Vivian automatically smiled in response."Let's see." He touched his chin, lost in thought. "Maybe a travel agent. I want to travel and see the world, see how people make a living across continents, and marvel at how different each of them is from us. I think it's really interesting. Or maybe I want
A few minutes later, Vivian looked at Jerry - who was staring at Jaime with obvious conflict and hatred. She sat in front of Jerry, and Jaime sat next to them. Now facing each other at a table near the white window after having ordered, she listened to the conversations that filled their surroundings."Nice to meet you, I'm Jaime." He happily introduced himself with his hand outstretched waiting for Jerry's handshake. After ten seconds of Jerry not shaking hands, Jaime withdrew his hand, smiling to dispel the awkwardness surrounding him.Vivian narrowed her eyes at Jerry, wondering what he was doing. There was actually no reason for him to be so rude to Jaime, but yelling at him would only make things more awkward."Vivian has told me a lot about you." Jaime continued."Huh?" Jerry glanced at her then back at Jaime. "Then you must know that I grew up with her and we are very close."The urge to roll my eyes at his ridiculousness became very strong."Really?" Jaime continued to smile i
Resting her chin on his shoulder, her nose gently brushing against his neck, Vivian inhaled the cool scent of shampoo from his body, she guessed that he had just finished showering. He was trusting and warm, his arms gentle and safe around her. Sweet happiness flowed from him before he laced his hand with hers. Vivian let him go and took a step back."What do you do without sleep?" He asks. Jaime leaned forward expecting an answer.Avoiding his gaze, Vivian looked straight ahead. She can't tell him that she's contemplating Jerry's words or what's really going on.“Didn't you think of me?” He asked smilingly. When her eyes landed on him, he laughed. “I was just teasing you.” Leaning back against the car, he took a deep breath. "It feels great to be out.""Don't you have class in the morning?" She asked."It's not a problem, I'm used to sleeping for a few hours. Now that I've seen you, my mind is clear."Pressing her lips together, she stole a glance at him, feeling uncontrollably shy.
Her eyes widened slightly, she looked at him blankly. He doesn't know that. He scared her. His lips pursed as she quickly raised the glass to drink from it, but she said nothing."What did you say?" She looked at him intently."I'm sorry." He faltered. "It's just... while talking to Dad, I mentioned you. My dad wanted to see you."With wide eyes, Vivian looked away then she spoke, almost whispering. "Doesn't that mean I need to look nice? I can't go looking like this...""You do not need to do so." He said quickly. "I don't need you to be beautiful."She suddenly turned to him. "What are you talking about? I'm going to meet your parents, not your friends."Jaime looked surprised but spoke calmly. "Don't worry about it. I like you like this."~~~~~A few minutes after finishing two bottles, Vivian collapsed on the table. Although Jaime was a little drunk, he still had some sense. He carried her towards her apartment complex. She pressed her face down on his shoulder, her arms dangling
This thought was puzzling because Jaime had been so honest and naive."I will tell you later." Jaime stopped the car. "I promise."Holding hands, he led her up the steps to the inside of the luxurious restaurant that made them look out of place in their ordinary clothes. When he explained that they had reserved a table, the waiter led them into a private room with a table reserved for them.She sat down at a table with four chairs, and vintage tapestries adorning the walls. Jaime clasped her hand under the table, they looked back at each other, smiling before the door opened. When they stood up, Jaime released her hand.Vivian listened to the noisy vibrator - a wheelchair powered by an automatic motor. His father, a handsome old man with an annoyed face, looked at her as he entered. The man appeared grumpy and unhappy. The waiter who opened the door rushed over to pull one of the chairs off the table. Jaime's father gave an insincere thank you to the waiter.Then her eyes turned to th
Silent. Vivian couldn't even pay attention to how comfortable she felt in the chair. She longed for her bed, curled up, and fell into a long sleep. All the way back, she was focused until she felt Jaime lean over to unbuckle his seatbelt. The car stopped and the door opened."You get out." He gently touched her hand, causing her to wake up.They are at the park. In the distance are children happily playing, their happiness carried by the wind. Vivian wanted to hug her because she was no longer a child. When her mother left, she turned twenty in the body of a child."I'm sorry," Jaime said apologetically as they sat down on the bench together. "My father seems quite gloomy today. He has been like that since he fell ill." Lowering his gaze, he pressed his lips together. "I refused to marry his friend's daughter, so my father got upset. That's why sometimes I don't want to go home. Every time I come home, he nags me.""Do you remember when I told you about my sister? Her name is Tanya. F