Eleanor’s POV“Seriously, this was supposed to be given on the day of your wedding. Imagining you and Dylan exploring this car and having him the chance to teach you how to drive. How sweet that is supposed to be, huh?” He shows me a big smile on his face, with a facial emotion of him picturing is inside a car full of flowers and heart stickers around.“Dad, my insides are freaking out.” I peek behind him, and I saw a massive counterbalance at the garage part.“What’s new about the garage, dad?” In a second, I forgot that I just came from a crime scene, along with my two leading boys having a dispute.“You should not have seen that first. I was about to buzz it up already to you, but you broadcasted, and seems like my gift has already been revealed in your eyes.” He instantly replied.“Just be straight to the point dad and feed the curiosity inside my brain. What is it that you got for me?” My nerves that are living throughout my body is palpating. After having a stressful day at the
Eleanor’s POVAs soon as I heard Bella’s surprising news, my emotions were cracking down, as well as my knees were shaking. Dylan’s judgment through his face makes me want to keep myself underground, not being seen by anyone, especially him and dad. We stared at each other for almost a minute, no one dared to say a word, just whispered of breath. My overstrung breath and his inquisitive one. “Hello, Dylan? Are you still here?” Bella caught our silent attention. “Did you double-check if that document really says well? Obviously, various people that also have tough connections desire to destroy the marriage that is about to happen. The date is coming near and maybe they have been working things on how to devastate us.” Pieces of doubt came out of Dylan’s lips. He is having a misbelief about Bella’s information. He might be considering the notion that I do not have the audacity to cause that kind of unease. “Even I was startled and shocked reading it. I felt like all our hard work va
Zayn’s POVFor this unexpected evening, I cooked Eleanor my most special dish and to give an emphasize it, this particular delicacy of mine is only being tasted by anyone special to me. I am glad and it is worth the effort because she loved it. It is well relaxing in my insides seeing a bit of beam from her bulging eyes. My hour of being steamed here in the kitchen was advantageous since I made her feel balmy and breezeless despite the war that she is fighting with her only emotions.“Until now that I am nearly going to take an end of this feast of yours, I still could not believe that you made this all on your own. Even the spices in the sauce and this delicious refreshment you made me, cucumber juice. My stomach is somewhat spoiled even if my emotions are not that admirable as of now.” She chuckled, with still agony in her heart. Even if she tries to conceal it with fake laughter and a smug smile, I can feel her.“What are you staring at? You are freaking me out. Wait, does this mak
Eleanor’s POVThe sensation of having the feeling of being apprehensive and frightened is concocting within and starting to play within my frame of mind. The idea of making Zayn and Dylan interact with each other is giving a feeling of being negatively ethical. Their sense of being humane is evaporating as their hot minds start to steam when they see each other’s faces.“Step back and back off, you are not the one who deserves to have a decision for her.” “Then who, Dylan? You who just got a few beers and shots before coming here?” “Stop, you might just trigger him,” I whispered to Zayn, at his back. “Where are you getting the audacity to protect her from me? I should be the one shielding her from you. I have the smallest idea of how you made her marry you, but there is one thing for sure, she was not in the right state of her mind. I may be the person who is slightly drunk here and probably the antagonistic person that both of you are pertaining to, but I still know hypothesize.”
Eleanor’s POVI had no choice but to agree with Dylan’s deal since the main idea of what he is purely suggesting is what is happening is indeed good for everyone. Also, adding the certitude that Zayn gave a nod pushed me more to assent to Dylan’s request. After having a serious talk in Zayn’s mansion, Dylan got the chance to get himself sober as the three of us were discussing matters. The only thing that I am glad for Dylan’s ground was that he did not begin with leading upon the decision of telling dad that I am already tied and binder and restricted with someone else. I warned Dylan how strict the authorities are when it comes to filing for a divorce and he promised that he will do his best to aid us out. Honestly, I should be feeling a short relief in this kind of setting since Dylan is willing to give a hand, but why do I feel like I am more despondent? I cannot refrain from being concerned because slightly imagining Zayn being kicked out of my life makes me grief-stained.*Ring
Eleanor’s POVEvery step of the run that I and Dylan are making the action of anxiousness is present and gets harder and harder as the seconds increase over time. Short split seconds of our breath got in as we rushed towards my father’s office, hoping for a miracle situation not rooting out his presence and lively listening to Bella’s words. “Stop, we need to peek first.” After that quick run we made from a distance, Dylan brings an end and standstill. He leans forward, slowly, and tries to peek at the happening taking place inside. “Wait, I could not see your dad,” “Perhaps, his presence is missing. He is not here, obviously.” Dylan looked at me beside him with a surprised facial reaction. I refuse on ceasing his suggestion of having a glimpse of it first before fully showing ourselves. Anyways, as we felt a big relief, both of us officially entered the office.“Oh, hi! Nice seeing you Dylan and Eleanor. If you are sizing up Mr. Martin, he is still on a business call at the terra
Eleanor’s POVOf all people who are in this world and became Sophia’s model in previous times, why on earth is destiny trying to connect us hard even if we are trying our best to stay away from each other’s life as long as we can?“Eleanor? I apologize. Sophia is a good friend of mine and we had a great bond when we worked with each other. Receiving this kind of request from her cannot be rejected by my thought.” Just to be clear about the reason for his apology, we promised to avoid each other to make Dylan be ensure. As another reason of mine, I agreed with that particular decision to avoid continuously falling for him. For real, this is not the time that I will deny it. My feelings for him exploded, a long time ago, did not just feel the grounds for admitting it to myself.“Uhm, yeah. For sure, no one intended to put us in this kind of situation.” I replied. Even him, he is prioritizing and being serious about our deal for some reason. To be honest, my life was kind of boring withou
Eleanor’s POV Until now, Zayn and Sophia are not satisfied with the thing I have told them and agreed to the case of Zayn being my mate all throughout the session. Sophia gets in and out of the dressing room, being overstrung and fretful since the show is about to start. I and Zayn are simply sitting here, waiting for Sophia and her assistants to touch our faces after letting us wear the designs that she framed. “Wait, are you sure that we did not have anything left out of any piece of the gown? Why do I feel like a detail is missing on it?” She freaks out and stresses herself as he geared up. “Sophia, being anxious is not the state you want to be at. For all you know, you just need to relax and trust everyone who is moving. Every single person here has their own parts to perform and take upon themselves.” I can heel her pulse and respiratory rate rising up. “Chill out, Sophia. As far as I remember, this is your most awaited pageant. You have already done your part. By now, you a