7: Caught in Act

Did he just smile? Or I guess it’s more appropriate to call it a smirk. But what made him do that? Did I look funny to him? Was he mocking me?

He didn’t say anything after that but I grew curious, so I spoke after a minute of contemplating if it was the right thing to do.

“What’s funny about it? How about you? What do you think about the letter?”

“It’s clear that all of it were lies.”

I tilted my head. “What are you referring to? The novel Verity wrote or the letter?”

“The letter, of course. You’re right. If she felt helpless that’s why she pretended to be disabled, she should have asked Lowen for help. But she didn’t. And it was obvious that she was communicating with her son, Crew, secretly.”

“Right! That is exactly my point.”

I leaned back and felt my eyelids getting heavier by the minute. I brought sunglasses on purpose because I wanted to sleep during the ride, but now that Mr. Beaumont knows my plan, I don’t think I can do that anymore.

“Sleep if you want,” Mr. Beaumont suddenly said as if he heard my thoughts. I looked at him in surprise and a smile crept on my lips.

“Thank you, Mr. Beau—” I stopped when he looked at me. “I mean, Adam.”

“I don’t want people to think that you are treating me distantly. You should say my name more often so you’d get used to it.”

Whatever, Mr. Billionaire.

I wanted to roll my eyes at him, but instead I gave him a fake smile.

“Sure. I will practice, don’t worry.”

When I woke up, we were already in the airport. I was shocked when we were greeted by the owner of the airlines himself, and even led us to our plane. I tried to keep up a straight face the whole time, wondering if it’s always the case for Mr. Beaumont. God, the man is treated like a damn VIP! And of course, since I was playing the role as his fiancée, I was treated the same way. I should feel special but it only bothered me.

I thought I would experience sitting in the business class for the second time, but what made me more shocked was, we were led to a private plane! I couldn’t help but swear under my breath.

“Enjoy your flight, Mr. Beaumont, Miss Racini,” the airline owner said politely before leaving.

I sucked on my breath when I was seated. Mr. Beaumont is beside me, holding his iPad and reading something. I looked at him while shaking my head a bit. Heck, I couldn’t imagine how rich he is. If only he is a gentleman and is a little more affectionate, I would have wanted him for myself. But that’s obviously not the case. Judging his demeanor, he’s obviously not the type who clings on romantic stuffs like love. He even looks like he doesn’t give a damn who he marries as long as he’s benefiting on it, which, I don’t doubt, what he’s currently doing.

It felt like long hours before we arrive in our destination. We ate in the restaurant of our hotel and after that, I slept on my room. Of course, Mr. Beaumont and I had separate rooms. I’m glad that he respects me on that aspect at least.

When I woke up that night, Peter called me. I stayed on the balcony as I talked to him.

“How was your flight. I suppose nothing happened?”

I chuckled. “You sound nervous.”

He cleared his throat and waited for me to answer his question.

“It was fine, I guess. Nothing bad happened, if that is what you want to know.”

He sighed in relief. “Thank God.”

I laughed more. He sounded like a student who was told that he passed for the year.

“Though I can’t guarantee that I won’t be doing any mistakes for the next two days. You better brace yourself.”

“Please, Katherine. It would be the end of both of us if Mr. Beaumont discovers your real identity. A man like him won’t surely let it pass.”

“Well, that is a given. Don’t worry too much, okay? I won’t do anything that would kill us both. Or I think I should say that I will try not to.”

“Katherine,” he warned.

I chuckled. At least there is one person who still calls me by my real name.

“Yes, Peter. Chill.”

He ended the call and I was about to go back inside because it’s getting cold, but I almost jumped when I saw who was leaning on the balcony’s glass door.

“What the fuck are you doing there?” I was too surprised I wasn’t able to hold back.

His eyes narrowed as if my words didn’t sound well. Oh, damn! I remember Analiese is a very soft-spoken woman who isn’t even capable of swearing. But then, like Peter said, he doesn’t really know a lot of things about Analiese, so I’m sure that detail didn’t reach him, unless he did a little investigation of her personality, which I doubt he’d spare time with.

“Who were you talking to?”

My heart raced and I felt like I was running out of words. I don’t know if I should tell him the truth or lie, but then why would I lie anyway? Peter is close to the Racini family, it shouldn’t be a big deal that we are talking with each other.

“Peter called to tell me some things Dad told him to.”

“Mr. Ambrose? What did he tell you, then? What’s so funny about it that you kept on giggling?” I noticed the hint of accusation in his tone. His eyes were darker.

My lips parted but I couldn’t answer. Think, Katherine. Think.

“Well, he said that Dad told him to tell me that the wedding dress I picked is too plain. I said that I don’t want to and Dad has a bad taste when it comes to fashion. Peter agreed about Dad’s fashion sense which made me laugh… that’s all.” I smiled awkwardly.

He just raised his brow.

“What are you doing here, anyway? It’s late. I thought you were already sleeping.” I hope he took the hint that I’m trying to say that it’s not appropriate for him to be around my room at this hour.

“Why, can’t I be in my fiancée’s room?”