Christian"Chris!" Ivanna calls me out when I put on my shirt to leave for work. She has been struggling with her clothes for a while. I saw her trying out like five to six dresses in just a few minutes. Don't know what she's up to. I'm trying to notice her well these days after finding some weird things in her behaviour which I should have done a long ago. She presses her lips nervously and looks at me with her curious eyes. "Yeah""Umm— am I looking good?" She asks, settling her frames well. It brings a chuckle to my face as I cover my mouth, scanning her from head to toe carefully. She has worn a rose gold oversized shirt with a pair of black denim jeans, her hair as always braided with a few strands hanging from both sides of her face. I keep smiling at her lovingly as she wants the answer. Her reactions almost go blank with each passing second, filling anticipation in her icy blue eyes. "What's wrong?" She mumbles, looking down at herself as I walk towards her, settling my
ChristianMrs Fox is weird. Or else I'm way too backwards to be social enough. She doesn't seem to be friendly but she was indeed trying to be friends with me which made me kinda uncomfortable. I liked forming bonds naturally and it happened through work and necessity. Sitting together for no reason and forcing myself to be friendly are not my things. I hope she doesn't take it seriously. "Mr Scott", the receptionist calls me out. "Mr Fox is available now. He's waiting for you in his cabin" "Thanks" Thea"Are you thinking about Ryan and Kevin's school?" Tiffany asks me."No", I groan. "Then?""Something else", I mutter in my thoughts."Something else? Don't say it's about Christian Scott?" With her words, I immediately shoot a strong glare. She stammers. "When will you start minding your own business, Tiffani?" I shrug."I'm minding my own business", she grunts while unpacking kids' stuff. "I try to stop you from doing wrong things because I'm concerned about my livelihood. If
ChristianIt takes me enough time to process what Emily told me. I don't doubt her predictions at all. She knows such things better than I do. However, the only thing that is freaking me out is that I didn't take them seriously. My focus has completely drifted from work. I can't concentrate anymore. I'm already stressed out about Chrisanna's health. I didn't see this coming. Covering my face, I breathe heavily to calm down. I'm not sure yet. What if Ivanna is actually just disturbed and it's not a disorder. Emily said she was not sure. I hope this is not true. For that day, I close my work and leave for the villa. *I come back to the villa this evening today. Ivanna and Chrissie mostly aren't here at this hour. Ivanna stays in her firm and Chrissie stays in Emily's place. I would have time to process things. As I enter the room, surprisingly I find Chrissie half-lying on the bed, reading her comic book. "What a cute surprise!" I exclaim with a chuckle as she looks over at me. A
Christian"Yeah. Because I don't think I'm just giving my best to you and Chrissie. I can't tell you how I feel every time I think about the mess in our lives"I pause, gazing at her, figuring out how I should actually feel. I remember what Emily told me. But to the heck! Why? And how? How can she even have such a disorder when I had never given her a single chance to think about such nonsense. "Are you done?" I leave the bed and glare down at her as she gawks at me with her devastated eyes. "You wanted to say. And I listened to you. Now it'll be better if you just dump all the stupidity out of your brain, Ivanna""Why are you talking to me like that?" She exclaims. "Because I could do nothing by talking to you properly", I seethe. "Chris!" She exclaims at my twisted reply. "What? Why are you so surprised? It's obvious that I'll react this way if you utter such nonsense even after I try my best for us""You're not getting it", she gets up and comes in front of me. "I just want to
ChristianThe lights are deemed with a cold breeze waving the curtains of the room when I push the door and walk inside. My eyes land on Chrisanna sleeping soundly on her bed. I smile at her and toss the coat aside, rolling my eyes around to find Ivanna. I really regret losing it again. She might be really hurt. And undoubtedly, she might have cried a lot. However, I hope she understood what I was trying to explain to her. I hope she stops thinking that way. In the meantime, I feel something crashing on my back. As Ivanna's hands slide under my arms and wrap around my torso, I realise she has hugged me from behind, resting her head on my back. I can hear her breathing heavily. "Where have you been?" She complains, almost sobbing. "I was around", I whisper. "Don't go like this. I hate it. I hate it when you walk away in anger", she grunts, both anger and agony visible in her tone. "Then stop making me angry. Simple", I scoff. "I'm sorry", she whispers against my back as I hold bo
IvannaI climb the stairs, looking around to see if anyone is around. I feel so weird to wear this. I have left wearing shorts since I feel my thighs turning literally double in size. But Christian is Christian. I understand that he wasn't ready for my confession. And I didn't expect him to be this calm. He doesn't like it all when I say such stuff. I don't wanna be the reason for his stress. And I fear if I keep being a sadist like this, he's gonna get annoyed one day. "You're looking beautiful, Ivanna", Mrs Fisher's voice brings me back to reality as she walks up the stairs when I'm climbing down. She has a sweet smile on her face as she scans me. I smile back at her. "Don't worry about baby Chrisanna. I'll take care of her", she says. "I know, Mrs Fisher. I have been trusting you all for years""That's my pleasure. And I hope you and Master Scott will enjoy your time. It's been so long since you went for a late-night date", she chuckles. I give her a small hug. "Thanks, Mrs F
ChristianHer sudden reaction freezes me. I find her reaction hardening as she clenches her jaw while looking down. I can hear her breathing heavily as if she's fuming out of frustration.What happened suddenly? "Iv, what's wrong?" I scoff, staring at her, clueless. She doesn't look at me, nor does she respond and starts to fill her mouth with food as she aggressively eats. What freaked her out? "Iv!" I call her out again, holding her wrist. She abruptly starts coughing. I panic and pour a glass of water immediately. She drinks half and slams the glass aside. "Eat slowly, babe. Are you alright? What's wrong with you?" I exclaim, gawking at her in search of the answers. "Nothing", she nods as her reaction softens. The frustrated look seems to be gone but she looks upset as hell now. "Iv", I scoff, nuzzling the back of her palm and leaning closer to her. "I'll not repeat it. What's wrong?"She looks up at me now, her eyes reddening. I know this gaze of complaints well. However, I
Thea"Chris!" Ivanna exclaims and I'm too stunned to speak at the tone of Christian. "I could understand if you only bumped into her. But how can she literally fall? You should be careful enough when you're in a public place with people around you. You can't keep pushing people down""Mr Scott, I think you—""There's no crowd around. You could maintain enough distance. Couldn't you?"My throat doesn't even support me to speak when this man is literally shouting at me in front of a bunch of people around, especially those ladies with me."Chris", Ivanna yanks his hand. "Stop, no! It's fine"He groans, looking away. It takes me a while to process things. As much as I wanted to fire back, I gulp the anger down. "I'm sorry again, Mr Scott. I really didn't mean to hurt your wife"He just throws me a blank look. God! He looks more terrific in this furious look."Are you okay, Mrs Scott?" Astrid comes with others."I'm fine. Please don't worry about me. Enjoy your time", Ivanna tries to sm