"Since when you two know each other?" Ryan asked coldly, paused, and rephrased himself shaking his head as he proceeded on how rude he was sounding," I mean to say how did you two meet?"
Imogen didn't want to explain anything to anyone, but he has to. As Madam Marino was curious to know about it as well.
If it wasn't for Madam Marino then Imogen wouldn't have given a damn to anyone else.
He parted his lips and before he can start pouring his heart out, Maze intervened and began to state, "It's a long story. I don't think Young Mcmaster would have that much free time to listen,"
Ryan didn't say anything, but his face darkened with shame and ire.
"I think she is right. Besides I need to talk to the boyz. Can we kindly leave and let this belle donne to talk alone," Mr. Mcmaster ended his verse with a wink at Maze and veronica. and in turn, they just smiled awkwardly.
After having a heated conversation with his father, Imogen burst out of the room and entered the hall area, where he faced a different view that was sufficient to cause him to proceed obtuse in outrage.He walked towards Maze and was about to reach and grab her hand, trying to separate her from Ryan.
"You got up early today. What's the matter? Can't sleep?" Imogen asked sweetly.Maze didn't respond, just sat straight rubbing her eyes against her palm trying to evade the drowsiness, and then looked at Imogen.
A week passed yet nothing enthralling happened, neither Imogen found out anything about Joan Berenice, nor did he found out how the attackers traced him while he was hiding in Maze's house.Meanwhile, Mrs. Mcmaster came a step close to unraveling the mystery surrounding Maze and her son Ryan.
"Ryan,"He increased his walking speed as soon as he heard the sound of his name being called from behind.The farther he went, the sharper voice calling behind by his name was approaching him.
"I was wrong. You did absolutely right by not going back to that house again. After all this year she hasn't changed a bit," Fergus spat, frustratedly slapping on his thigh."I'm not thinking over it," Imogen replied pinching his lower lips.
"Marino, dov'è Ryan?( Marino, where's Ryan? )" Mrs. Mcmaster inquired while her tired eyes looked around longing to see a glimpse of her son.What happened to this witch again today?
"Buon Giorno( Good morning ).Slept well?" Imogen placed a kiss on Maze's forehead while he greeted her with a soft smile on his face.Maze didn't expect this, as a result, her jaw remained open for a while.
With great speed and agility, the year ended and a new day has come.The light cool breeze all around, the sweet Christmas jingles floating around, and the charming decorations keep hinting that it's Christmas.And yes..Today is CHRISTMAS.But it's getting more troubling for Maze to Face Imogen due to the unnecessary kiss they were sharing. Seems the invisible layer of the barrier between them was collapsing slowly, which obviously Maze doesn't want certainly not without any exact confession.“Hey! Are you done?” questioned Imogen, knocking on the washroom door. He looked dashing in his arctic blue Armani suit that matched his eye color, and the neatly combed hair exposing his broad forehead gave him a more charming look with strands of hair on his face.He impatiently shook the expensive watch strapped around his left arm whose huge dial occupied